Chapter Eight Sienna
Ollie walks out the front door with the police officers, leaving Darcy and I in the den. We sit on either end of the couch.
She recaps her water bottle. “He’s getting desperate.”
Is she talking about Ollie or Blake? The man who’s desperate to fuck me or the man who’s desperate to kill me, but also fuck me?
Blake, of course. She doesn’t have a clue about what’s happening between Ollie and I, right?
“He’s already entered the realm of the irrational,” she continues. “It’s only a matter of time before he gives himself up.” She shoots me a concerned look. “Would you like me to rent you another car?”
“At this point, no. He’ll just shoot it out again. I’m only hoping he won’t shoot out Ollie’s car.”
“You call him Ollie?” Darcy's eyes widen.
I shrug as nonchalantly as possible. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“No one calls him Ollie. He claps back at anyone who tires.” She studies my face. “Do you feel comfortable staying at Oliver's place?”
“I do. There’s a lot of security.”
“They’ve got more manpower than the golf club, which I’m only now realizing. I should’ve gotten you a place there. But Oliver is all the manpower you need when he’s doing personal protection.”
God, how true those words are. Oliver is all power. That hard body, the enormous erection that was the best and worse tease I’ve ever gotten. I feel color rising to my cheeks.
Darcy tilts her head. “You two have gotten very close very quickly. Oliver has a softness towards you that looks different from what I've seen before. He was in full protection mode around the police officers, and those officers are people we’ve worked with for years. They’ve never done us wrong.
But he was ready to pounce if they made you feel the least bit uncomfortable. ”
“He’s good at what he does.” I glance out the window to the backyard.
“Is there something between you two?”
“Like personal?” I put all of my emotional strength into steadying my voice.
“Like romantic.” Darcy holds my gaze.
I shake my head. I won’t give Ollie up. I hate lying to Darcy, but there’s no other way. “I think because you and I go way back, he regards me as more than a client.”
“Right. That makes sense.” Darcy puts a hand on my knee. “When this is over, we need to have a girls weekend. No, make that a full week. Let's go somewhere exotic and fancy. Should we take a cruise?”
A cruise with Darcy would be relaxing and giggly. We’d get boozy and…
I’d miss Ollie.
Where did that thought come from? It’s irrelevant. I’m Darcy’s friend first.
Then I shouldn’t be seducing her sort-of coworker, sort-of employee.
Is that what I’m doing? Am I being unfair to her and to him?
I smile at Darcy. “I’d love to cruise with you.”
Ollie turns onto the road heading back toward Sunbreak Harbor and his place at the marina. I weave my fingers through his. I like him too much. I didn’t like him this much when I first seduced him. Then, I thought he needed to let loose for his sake, and maybe even for Darcy’s.
Wouldn't he be better at his job if he was sleeping with me?
But that was misguided thinking. I truly put his job in danger.
I shouldn’t have seduced him.
Yeah, he’s a big, tough guy and could’ve said no. But I made it very hard for him to say no. “Darcy asked me directly if there was something romantic between us.”
He stiffens.
“I told her there wasn't.”
“Thank you.” He frowns. “I don’t want you lying to Darcy.”
“I don’t want to either. But I also don’t want us to stop. I want to see where this is going.”
He squeezes my hand. “Me, too. I meant what I said about wanting you from the moment I saw you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He smiles shyly.
Dense, late afternoon humidity hangs in the air when we arrive back at Cove Marina. But Ollie’s condo is crisp and cool and obscenely clean. There isn’t a crumb on the stone-slab dining room table where we ate. He wiped it clean after clearing the breakfast dishes.
As soon as Ollie shuts the front door, I step out of my running shoes. Facing into the condo, I pull down my leggings, panties, and socks. I turn for his reaction. He's stopped at the door. His hands are on his hips. His eyes are dark, and his nostrils flare.
“Surprised?” I ask.
“I’d tell you to do it again, but I can’t handle watching you put back on your clothes.”
I pull off my T-shirt and sports bra. My breasts are pinched from having been stuffed inside all day. I take each breast in hand and massage. The warmth of my hands and the slide against my nipples feels luscious.
Ollie lets out a harsh breath. His thick erection tents his pants.
I wander over to the spotless dining room table and settle my ass on the stone surface. With my arms behind me, my chest arched, my tits high, I let my legs spread.
Ollie pants out a breath. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I wriggle on the table. “Ollie, do you want to go down on me?” The suggestion makes my body purr. Wetness leaks from my pussy onto my inner thighs. Oh, this table is about to endure violations it never saw coming.
He takes off his gun holster and places it on a shelf by the door. “Yes.”
“Should I spread my legs wider?”
Crossing the room, he fixes his gaze on my wet pussy. “Will you do that for me?” The question comes out in a rough baritone that might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I spread my legs a fraction wider. “More?”
“More.”
I comply.
His eyes don’t veer, but his shoulders twitch. He lets out a long breath. “Should I take a seat?”
“You should.”
He pulls a chair between my legs and sits.
“Ollie, is this the first time you’ve gone down on a woman?”
He gazes up at me. “Yes.”
“Do you like what you see?”
“Very much.”
I inch myself to the edge of the table, reach my dangling leg between his, and stroke his erection with my foot.
“Oh, Sienna.” He swallows hard. “You can touch me like that any time you want.”
“I’m going to do more than that to you, Ollie.” He mumbles something incoherent. “But for now, will you put your face on my pussy and lick?”
He runs his hands down the backs of my legs to my ass and lifts me off the table. “Is there anything I should do? Anything I shouldn’t do?”
What a good student. “Pretend my pussy is the most delicious cup of jelly you’ve ever tasted and enjoy every bit.”
He gives me a wicked half-smile like he’s about to rock my world and nestles his head between my legs. He licks me from entrance to clit. I'm about to come. Gasping, I manage to stop the orgasm. My arms shake. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I lay back on the smooth stone.
Each pass of his tongue gets me wetter and closer to losing control. “Do you like the taste?”
“I can't tell you how good you taste, how much I love having your ass in my hands and your pussy in my face. I love it all.” He keeps talking and licking and humming at my slick sensitive skin.
I arch my back, moaning. “Will you make me work for it? Can you make me beg?” I lift my head to see his response.
"That I'll do." He narrows his eyes like he intends to inflict irreparable damage. And the fact is, he already has. I like him. I want to be with him. I have no control around him. When I get his cock in my mouth, I’m going to ruin him.
He blows on my skin and laps up the drip on my inner thighs. His nose teases me. I lift my hips to show him where I want it, but he won’t go there. Instead, he tongues my entrance and licks all around my lips. Does he not know where my clit is? Or is he torturing me like I asked?
The orgasm builds inside me, expanding to reaches of my mind. “My clit, please.”
He shakes his head, his nose barely touching that special spot where I need him.
“Go on, Ollie. Please.” I whine like the brat he’s turned me into.
He gives my clit one long lick.
All my nerves fire. I’m at the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. “Again, please, again.”
He obliges.
“Can you please make it faster?”
He growls like a hungry beast. I rise to my elbows so I can maneuver my foot to his erection. It’s straight up and hard as a rock. He hisses. “More,” he says into my cunt.
I move my foot up and down his shaft, and he goes faster on my clit. The orgasm feels like it's going to be enormous. I don’t know if I can handle it coming out of me, and I can’t keep it in. “I need to come, Ollie.”
“Beg.” He says and thrusts his hips against my foot.
“Will you please make me come? I'll do anything you want. Please.” My voice cracks from the emotion erupting within me. Ollie owns me.
“Anything for you, Sienna. Anything,” he says and licks my clit like it’s the greatest cup of sweetness he’s ever consumed.
I fall back on the table as the orgasm takes me. My muscles clench. My mind goes blank. I’m a body racked with the intensity of complete release. Water rushes out of me onto Ollie’s beautiful table.
“Sienna, that was amazing.” He glances up at me. A good amount of my squirting ended up on his face.
“Put a finger inside me.”
He sweeps his finger through my wetness and inserts it into my cunt.
“Do you feel me clenching?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want it?” If Ollie is going to loosen up and sort himself out sexually, he needs to start from a different place. Like this table.
He lets out a hard exhale. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then take off your pants and get a condom.”
He rises from the chair. “I’ll get a condom, if you want. But with my history, it's okay, you know.”
“Yeah, but aren't you worried about me?” I sit up on the dining room table.
He looks at me with light incredulity. “You said you haven’t had a boyfriend in years.”
“I haven't. I'm checked out. I know I'm good. I just thought…. It's really up to you.”
“I want this.” He looks down at the table. “Are you comfortable here?”
“It’s softer than you’d think. Want to try?”
He looks at the table. “You mean? Get on here, too?”
“Yeah. Why don’t you lie down and I’ll get on top. If that works for you.”
Ollie pulls his shirt over his head.
“Wait. You’re incredible. Come here.” He steps closer. His shoulders are covered in ropes of muscle. I run my hands down his chest. He doesn’t groom, and light hairs tickle my palms.
He covers my hands with his and presses me against him. His heart races. The way he looks at me with unvarnished adoration makes me think he could ignore my past, and we could build a life together. “Ollie, get on this dining room table and let me ride you.”
He strips off his pants and sits beside me. “Can I kiss you first?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
He kisses me tenderly, deeply. I play with his shaft and head. It’s weepy and red and when I do something he likes, I get the most incredible baritone moans.
“Lie down, Ollie.”
He lies back on the stone table. I straddle him and dip my fingers inside my cunt to pull out the wetness for lubing.
His pupils widen. “Does it feel good when you do that?”
I swirl my clit with the wetness. “Yeah,” I say on a long moan. “It feels really good.”
I bring his erection to my entrance. Our eyes lock, and I take his tip inside, giving him his first pussy fuck.
He keeps his eyes on my face. Not like he wants to see my reaction to his great new status as non-virgin, but like the most momentous part is the sight of me on his dick. Not his dick inside me.
Balancing on my knees, I go slow in taking the whole of his thick erection inside me.
"Oh, Sienna." He holds my hips, keeping me still.
“Do it however you like. Go hard, keep it steady. Whatever feels best.”
He shakes his head, grimacing like he’s applying all his self-control. “You have to come before I do.”
“No rules, Ollie. I may be on top, but I want this to be your ride.” I'm dying for him to understand what his body craves. I can't wait for him to put together his collage of kinks and sins and generosities and gestures.
“I want to fuck you so hard that your breasts bounce for me.”
“Then do it. Make them bounce.”
He thrusts upward in hard, penetrative hits. I steady myself on my knees and tilt my pelvis so each of those hits from his enormous dick gets me in the G-spot.
My breasts bounce and sway. I feel my body filling with an orgasm. It will not be denied. “Ollie, hold on. I need to come. Just keep going like that.”
I feather my clit with the tips of my fingers while he continues to plow inside me. “Ollie,” I cry out, my voice curling into a ball.
“Amazing,” he says and I release the pressure. My body quakes with the orgasm and my insides massage his full, hard dick.
“I’m gonna come, Sienna.”
He holds my gaze while I bounce in time with him. His eyes widen, and his neck muscles jut out. He lets out a carnal yell and lets go inside me.
I give him a final kegel squeeze and lie down beside him on the cool stone. He takes my hand to his chest. “How does it feel?” I ask.
“One-hundred percent worth waiting for.”
“That was a damn good start to vaginal fucking.”
“I like vaginal fucking.” He shifts and places his arm under my head.
“You should do it again sometime.”
He reaches down and runs his hand along his growing erection. “Sometime soon?” he asks hopefully.
I giggle. “I’m ready when you are.” I turn to face him, and the stone table digs into my hip. “But as a sexual wellness influencer, I would recommend varying your locations. Somewhere softer might be nice for a change.”
He springs off the table and lifts me up. “How about my bed?”
There’s joy and pleasure in his voice I wouldn’t have expected when I first got to know him. Beneath his stoic exterior is a passionate, vulnerable, open man. Can I ever be that open? Can I be that way with him? “A bed sounds perfect.”