Chapter 25 #2
I cup one of her breasts in my hand, never breaking the contact of our lips.
Her nipple is already hard and tight against my palm, and I can’t resist dropping my head to pull it into my mouth.
She sucks in a breath, and I switch to her other nipple and give it the same attention, my tongue working circles around it, my teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm.
“So delicious,” I mutter. “You taste so damn good, baby. I could do this forever.”
She laughs, her fingers sinking into my hair to hold me there. “I guess I wouldn’t complain. Although… there are other parts of me you could kiss too.”
That draws a chuckle out of me. I know exactly what she’s getting at.
Following her urging, I drag my mouth down her chest, between her breasts and across her stomach. I press a kiss just below her belly button, then another on the curve of her hip. I take my time, mapping her body inch by inch.
“These hips.” I run my hands over them, squeezing slightly. “I love to hold them when I’m buried inside you.”
She hums softly, watching me with half-lidded eyes.
“And your stomach.” I kiss to the soft skin there. “Your thighs.” I press an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of one, then the other. “So fucking gorgeous.”
I sit back on my heels and gaze down at her, taking in the complete picture for a moment. There’s trust and desire written on her face as she meets my eyes, her expression completely open.
Something in my chest goes tight. So tight it almost hurts.
I have to swallow against the pressure of it.
There are words climbing up the back of my throat that I have no business saying, feelings rising that don’t belong in a friends-with-benefits arrangement, and I know if I let any of it out…
I’m going to ruin this. Pushing it back down, I take a slow breath.
Instead of saying the things I know I shouldn’t, I shoot the stunning woman beneath me a wicked smile. Then I lean over to her nightstand and pull open the drawer.
I take out the pink vibrator I bought her months ago, along with a condom. Her brows shoot up when she sees what I’ve got, then a sexy, knowing smirk pulls at her mouth.
“Huh.” She arches a brow. “Looks like someone’s gotten over his jealousy.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest as I flick the toy on. The soft hum of it fills the room, and her breath hitches, her legs shifting restlessly on the bed.
“I’m not jealous anymore, baby,” I tell her, my voice dropping. “I have no reason to be. I’m not trying to keep my hands off you now. This vibrator and I? We can be friends.”
Her nose scrunches up in a fucking adorable way as she watches me trail the buzzing tip lightly along her inner thigh. “Friends?”
“Yup. Hell, toys like this aren’t my competition.” My finger follows the path of the vibrator, and she shivers under my touch. “I know how to get you off. This is just one of many tools I can use.”
She giggles at that, her cheeks going pinker. God, she’s so damn beautiful.
I take my time with the vibe, bringing it up to drag the tip of it across one of her nipples so that her back arches off the bed with a soft gasp. I trace it lazily around the tight peak before moving over to do the same to the other one.
“Oh god…”
“That’s it, baby. Just feel it.”
Once she’s breathing harder, I move down her body again, tracing it along her ribs and down the plane of her stomach. By the time I slide it between her thighs, she’s whimpering.
But still, I’m in no damn hurry. I tease her with just the tip, barely touching her, dragging the vibrator between her pussy lips but avoiding her clit. She squirms beneath me, her hips lifting to chase the sensation, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Reed, please. You know where I need it.”
The mix of annoyance and pleading in her voice makes my cock pulse.
Giving in, I press the vibrator down against her clit, and the sound she makes is like music to my fucking ears.
I keep it there for a few seconds, watching her face contort, then pull it back just when she looks like she’s getting close.
She lets out a frustrated sound, her eyes popping open.
“You’re killing me.”
“Not by a long shot. But I am trying to make you scream,” I tell her with a chuckle. “It’s just us here, baby. Let me hear you.”
Her noises get louder as I edge her like that for a while, getting her worked up and right at the tip of an orgasm before stopping or changing things up, watching every reaction. Her hips keep lifting on their own, chasing what I keep taking away.
“You look so beautiful like this,” I rasp. “Unraveling for me. You make the prettiest fucking sounds.”
She shakes her head against the pillow, her fingers clenching and flexing. “Reed. Please. Please let me come.”
“Soon, baby. You’re doing so good.”
I drag the vibrator over her clit one more time, then press it inside her. Her back arches off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets, and she cries out. I press my thumb against her clit at the same time that I fuck her with the vibe, and she does exactly what I hoped for.
A loud scream pours from her lips as the climax wracks her body.
I pinch her clit lightly, drawing another sexy little yelp out of her, then ease the toy out of her as she comes down, lowering its setting until it goes silent.
When I lean down to kiss her, she devours my lips as if she’s trying to drown in me.
After a few seconds, we break apart. She opens her eyes, and there’s a glint in them I’m not entirely sure I trust. Her gaze drops to the vibrator still resting in my hand, and her mouth curves into a sinful smile.
“You know,” she drawls, “if you and that vibrator are such good friends now, I think you two should get to know each other better.”
My cock pulses against her thigh. “What did you have in mind?”
She pushes herself up on one elbow, something playful and curious in her eyes. “I want to use it on you.”
The thought sends a hot pulse through me. I’ve never done anything like that before, but what the hell? There’s a first time for everything.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Do you trust me?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Completely.”
“Then lie back.”
I do, rolling onto my back and stretching out beneath her.
My cock is hard against my stomach. She shifts down the bed and settles herself between my thighs, and the sight of her there—naked and flushed and holding her vibrator with a turned on, focused look on her face—is one of the most hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.
“Just tell me if it’s too much,” she says.
“You too.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and turns the toy on.
Anticipation has my pulse hammering as she drags the buzzing tip down my chest, her free hand following its path, and the vibration travels through my skin in a way I haven’t felt before.
She traces it over my stomach, around my bellybutton and over the ridges of my abs, watching my face the whole time.
When she drags the toy down the length of my cock, my hips lift off the mattress before I can stop them, and a curse bursts out of me.
“Fuck!”
She watches my reaction with hungry, pleased eyes. “That feel okay?”
“Christ, Olivia. Yes.”
She does it again, slow and deliberate, tracing the toy along my length, then drawing it down lower to my balls. My fingers fist in the sheets. I’m breathing hard, watching her work me, and the look of focused intensity on her face is somehow making it hotter.
“You’re enjoying this,” she murmurs, her own breath uneven.
A laugh breaks out of me, ragged and strained. “Must be pretty fucking obvious.”
She laughs too and drags the toy back up over my cock again, rubbing the buzzing tip in slow circles against me until my legs tenses against the sensation.
“Keep going,” I manage.
She tilts her head, the toy still moving. “You sure?”
I have to swallow hard before I can answer. “Yes.”
She nudges my thighs farther apart, and I let her. Her eyes flick up to my face. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
She traces the vibrator around the rim of my asshole, and a curse breaks out of me through clenched teeth.
My cock jerks against my stomach, drops of precum smearing over my skin.
The sensation is foreign, but holy shit.
Maybe it’s just because it’s Olivia doing this to me, but it feels so fucking good.
She glances up at me, her eyes searching, and I give her a little nod and tell her to keep going.
She presses the tip in, taking her time, and the rush of sensation that hits me almost makes me come before I can hold it back. A groan rips out of me in a timbre that I don’t recognize as my own.
Her voice cuts through it the torrent of sensations, focusing me. “How does it feel?”
“Jesus fuck. Don’t stop.”
It’s not really an answer to her question, but I think she gets the point. I’m gritting my teeth, my hips lifting off the mattress. She slides the toy a little deeper, and I grunt loudly.
“Olivia. Baby. I’m close. I need to be inside you.”
She nods, swallowing, then quickly unwraps a condom and rolls it down my cock with one hand, somehow managing to keep the vibrator in place with the other. The feel of her hand on my cock combined with the sensations from the vibe makes sparks dance in my vision.
“Get on my dick,” I grit out. “Now.”
She swings a leg over me and lowers herself onto my cock, taking me into her body with few shallow thrusts. The combination of her pussy gripping my length and the vibration in my ass makes my stomach clench. She braces a hand against my chest and starts to ride me, working into a rhythm.
“Jesus,” I pant. “You feel so fucking good.”
She rocks her hips harder, her free hand keeping the vibrator pressed in place. “So do you.”
I plant my hands on her hips and start to guide her, lifting her up and pulling her back down, driving up into her at the same time. The sounds she’s making are obscene, but so are the ones pouring out of me. It’s filthy and perfect.
The pressure inside me is building faster than I can hold it back. Between the vibrations, and the unrestrained way she’s riding me, I’m not going to last.
“I’m close, Olivia.”
“Me too.” She nods, bouncing faster. “Come for me.”
Our bodies move in sync, working together to chase the sensations. She comes first, her spine arching and then curling forward as it rips through her. Her pussy clenches around me in waves, and she never reaches for her clit, never touches herself.
That realization is what pushes me over.
I let out a stream of curses, my hips driving up into her, a low groan tearing out of me as I empty into the condom.
She collapses against my chest, breathing fast. After a few seconds, she reaches down and carefully turns the vibrator off, easing it out of me, and I let out a slow breath as the buzz finally goes quiet.
I stare up at the ceiling as I gather my shit back together after the intensity of all of that, my heart still hammering. After a long moment, I find my voice. “Do you realize what you just did?”
She turns her head to look at me, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. “What?”
“You came without anyone touching your clit.”
She lifts her head and blinks at me, her mouth dropping open. “Holy shit. I did.”
I chuckle, entranced by the joy in her expression. “I’m proud of you.”
Olivia lets out a soft laugh, her eyes glinting. “You should be proud of yourself. I think it had more to do with you than with me.”
“Nah, that’s not true. You’re finding your power, getting in touch with what gets you off. Exploring your kinks. It’s so fucking incredible to be a part of.”
She settles against me with a happy little sigh. I trace circles on her skin as the warmth of our bodies combines.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “For letting me try that.”
I huff out a laugh and tip her chin up so I can see her face. “Are you kidding me? Thank you, baby. That was incredible.”
She presses a soft kiss to the spot over my heart, then nestles closer. I run my fingers through her hair, and she lets out a contented hum.
It’s always incredible with you.
That thought rises up before I can push it back down, but I don’t say it out loud.
She looks up at me through her lashes, a sleepy grin pulling at her mouth. “You did a pretty good job making up for lost time tonight.”
“Well, it’s a start, but I’m nowhere near finished. We didn’t see each other for years.” I lift a pointed brow. “I’ve got years of back-dated orgasms to give you.”
She lets out a lilting laugh. “No complaints from me.”
Her voice is getting softer with every word. Her eyes flutter closed as silence falls between us, and within a few breaths, she’s gone, her body lax against mine.
As I reach over to brush the hair away from her face, my mind churns like a storm at sea. I have feelings for her. I don’t know how to define those feelings, don’t know how to describe them. But they’re there, without a shadow of a doubt, no matter how confusing or incomprehensible they may be.
I shouldn’t, though. Not while we’re in the middle of this contract. Not when we’ve agreed to keep things simple.
And let’s face it, even after we’re done with this fake engagement, Olivia will always be too good for me. She deserves someone who won’t ever hurt her, who could never possibly hurt her. I’m not so sure that’s me. I don’t trust myself to be that person.
At the same time, I can’t seem to stop myself from having these feelings. I can’t shut them down or turn them off.
All I can do is lie awake, staring at the way the light from the street illuminates her face, and listen to the sound of the rain on my windows.