Chapter 41
Chapter forty-one
Olive
I don’t know what came over me.
One minute I was deflecting—running away when he told me he cared about me—and the next, I practically confessed my love for him on stage in front of thousands of people.
In front of him.
All because I was on the brink of an orgasm, caught in a sex-filled haze that I’m still trapped inside of.
Locked in so deep, I can’t tell if my mind is foggy because of my MS, or because it’s struggling to comprehend, to accept the fact that I might feel the same way he does.
That I might feel even more than he does.
And the most shocking part is…I’m not scared at all.
The truth is, Avery Jones feels like my missing piece. He came into my life when I needed him the most, when I was so surrounded by love yet never felt so lonely, when I was on the verge of accepting a life alone.
Until him, I’d never wanted to open myself up for this kind of feeling. Never wanted to give myself to somebody so freely, so wholly. Now that I think about it, I realize it’s because everybody I’d crossed paths with in the past was meant to be just a flicker in time.
Nobody else could weather the storm of my life the way I know Avery could.
And I plan on telling him all of it—I just need the right moment to present itself.
Right now, both of us completely naked in Avery’s hotel room—with me on my knees before him—just doesn’t seem like the right time.
"Fuck me," he says with a groan so deep, so guttural, you’d think the earth was shattering before our eyes.
We went back to his hotel room the second my set finished because I needed him.
I needed to finish what we started forty minutes before.
I needed to remind myself of what it felt like to have him inside me.
I was desperate for it. We wasted no time getting back here and ripped each other’s clothes off the minute the door locked behind us.
I nod, his cock buried deep in my throat, taking him as far as I can before my gag reflex wins out. I blink away the water in my eyes, but his chuckle brings a smile to my lips. "That’s my girl." He grips the back of my head. "I like the sound of you choking on me, Olive."
I slowly glide him out of my mouth, licking the tip before dragging my tongue down the sides of his length. He whimpers at the feeling, his body shuddering like he’s on the verge of tipping over the edge.
"You better not come yet, Avery. I want you to fuck me the way you promised me you would." I look up at him, and his gaze sharpens, heat pulsing behind those blue eyes like I just gave him permission to lose control.
"I have no willpower to stop you, Olive. Not right now. So if you want to be fucked, take my cock out of your mouth and sit on it."
I pull back, drinking him in, swallowing the taste of him. "Can we do both?"
He shakes his head.
Getting to my feet, I straddle his thick, toned thighs, hovering my dripping pussy just above his length.
"Sit. Down." He punctuates the words so firmly I almost forget how to breathe.
So I do.
I listen, and do what I’m told.
Then he says, "Mmm. That’s my good girl." And I melt into a puddle on the lap of my husband. I feel every single inch of him as I slide down confidently, taking his mouth with mine.
He snakes an arm around my waist, holding me still as I catch my breath, letting my body adjust to the size of him.
He flicks my hair over my shoulder, dragging his fingers across the OA resting against my collarbone before placing a gentle kiss beside it.
"You told me you wanted to fuck me, Avery. And I held you to it. But this feels a little more like…" Love.
I stop myself, and he chuckles.
"I haven’t moved while inside you because I know I’m a light breeze away from coming. And I can’t let that happen without giving my wife at least one orgasm."
"Is there anything I can do to bring you off that ledge? Make it a little easier for you, so you might last a little longer for me?" I ask, batting my eyelashes up at him, placing soft, subtle kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his chest.
"No." He shakes his head. "There isn’t a thing you could do to talk me down. Not right now. Because I need you, Olive, I need all of you. I don’t need you to tell me you need me back—I just need you to want me. Right now. I just need you to tell me I can have you now. That you’re mine.
That you belong to me." He kisses me deeper, my hips bucking against his as his arm pulls me closer to him.
I sink deeper onto his cock, our hips moving so in sync, you’d think it we’re a choreographed performance.
"I am yours," I tell him, meaning those three words with every part of me. I never want to take them back. I never want to give them to anybody else.
My heart thuds in my ears, knowing precisely what I’ve just done. I’ve shed the version of me who didn’t believe this could be real, and in her place, Avery Jones has carved out space to stay however long he wants.
"Mine," he groans, flipping me onto my back as he hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, sliding himself back inside of me. I feel him deep in my core.
"I was right," he says mid-thrust. "Your cunt does look pretty taking my cock."
"Holy shit," I whisper, my body feeling fragile and breakable, but also like I could take on the goddamn world and come out on top. "Please," I beg him. For more, for less, for everything. "Don’t stop."
He slams into me, again, and again, my nails clawing down his back as I gasp for air, feeling the release climbing, and climbing, and climbing. When he pulls himself out of me, I swear so loud, Akira would’ve been able to hear me from her room, if she weren’t still on stage.
"Why did you stop?" I ask, breath coming fast and heavy. "I was so close." I slam my open hand down onto the bed in frustration, his laugh a low song in my ears as he positions himself in front of my spread legs, his mouth now just an inch away from my overly sensitive clit.
"Patience, Olivia," he purrs. "We’re just getting started."
I should be mad. I should be frustrated because I was so, so close…But the man is like an artist with his tongue. Carefully curating a mosaic masterpiece until completion, and I know I’m about to come in more ways than one.
Avery groans low in his throat, the vibration buzzing through me as his tongue works me with relentless precision.
"Right there," I gasp, grinding against his face, my thighs tightening around his head.
He doesn't. He flattens his tongue and drags it firm and deep, circling, then sucking before my unstoppable orgasm detonates.
I cry out, back arching, legs trembling, the pleasure ripping through me in tidal waves.
"Fuck," I whimper, twitching beneath him. I push at his shoulders, too sensitive and raw, but he kisses my inner thigh like a man satisfied with his work.
Then he’s moving, hovering over me, mouth still wet, eyes locked on mine with something between reverence and hunger.
"I need you inside me," I pant, reaching down, fingers wrapping around him, guiding him to where I’m already soaked and aching.
"You’re perfect," he mutters, his voice breaking, and then he pushes inside of me.
I moan, head falling back as he stretches me open, thick and hard and so fucking deep I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
"God, Avery," I gasp, clutching his biceps. "I can feel you everywhere."
He holds still for a second, chest heaving, eyes locked on mine like he’s trying not to lose it.
"I’m not going to last," he growls through clenched teeth.
"Then don’t," I whisper, wrapping my legs around his hips, lifting into him. "I want to feel you come inside me."
That’s all it takes. He starts to move, driving thrusts that steal every ounce of air out of my lungs.
We move together, my hips rolling up to meet every stroke. I reach down between us, rubbing tight circles over my clit, chasing that second release like my life depends on it.
It hits just as he slams into me, buried to the hilt. My orgasm clamps around him, and I feel his rhythm stutter as he comes with a guttural moan, pulsing hard inside me.
He collapses onto his forearms, forehead pressed to mine, both of us gasping, bodies trembling from the high. Pulling out gently, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us to our sides, staying connected as our heartbeats slow.
"Rest," he murmurs, lips brushing my temple.
This time, when sleep comes, I don’t resist it.
I let go, because I finally have something real to fall into.
***
I fell asleep easily.
For some reason, whenever I’m around Avery, my body decides it’s the perfect time to melt and just be free.
As if I have all the time in the world to do absolutely nothing.
Before falling asleep, I texted Akira last night, giving her Avery’s room number so she’d know where to find me. That’s the last thing I remember before closing my eyes and drifting far, far away.
But I wake with a start. The emptiness beside me sends a jolt of panic through my gut, until I hear the water running in the bathroom. He’s awake before me.
In the shower.
Naked.
I wish I had time to think about that, to do something about it, but according to the time on my phone, I have exactly four minutes to be ready and out that door.
I mean, all I have to do is shove a bikini in my backpack, brush my teeth, run a comb through my hair, and take today’s dose of medication.
Once my bag is packed, I double-check everything just to make sure I haven’t forgotten something, then glance at the time.
Two minutes.
I rush to the fridge, rip the packaging open, and head for the bathroom, only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight of Avery.
God, he’s… hot isn’t even enough to describe him.
His eyes are closed, head tilted back under the stream of water, shampoo bubbles sliding down his chest and pooling at his feet.
My eyes trace every inch—every glorious inch— like I need to burn him into my memory to survive a few hours apart.