Chapter Nineteen #2
“I...” My brow furrows. My shirt suddenly clings tightly around my neck, and I swallow down words of dismissal or self-deprecation. “Thank you.”
She smiles again, but this time, she doesn’t hide it. Taking my hand, we walk along a new aisle.
“So, you can grow everything year round?”
“Yes, everything is temperature controlled, so there’s no seasons to worry about. We even started experimenting with fruit.”
“Really? Like what?”
“We've been growing strawberries for the last six months. They’ve done surprisingly well, although they take significantly longer to grow than the leafy greens. I’m not sure they’ll be profitable until we grow them on a larger scale.
But that means more space, and we can’t get that until they start selling, so it’s a catch-22. ”
She nods, but before we can discuss further, Luca’s ringtone interrupts us .
“Luca,” I say, picking off a strawberry that’s ready to eat and feeding it to Olivia. Her lips wrap around the sweet red berry as the juice squeezes out. My dick throbs watching her pointed tongue lick a stray drop from her lip.
“Boss, we’re headed back now. We’re around thirty minutes away.”
“Hey, boss,” I hear Danny’s voice in the background.
“Tell Danny I say hi,” I say, my thumb rubbing his sister’s lip until she draws it between her teeth and bites playfully. I roll my eyes, but the only rolling my dick can think about is rolling her into bed.
“I’ll be gone by the time you’re back.”
“No problem. We’ll talk later,” he responds, and I hang up.
“Time to go, Killer. Unless you want to explain why you’re here to your brother?”
She pouts playfully. “But I was hoping to see your office.”
I pause, and take her in, her eyebrow arching, her chest puffed out as she pulls my hand toward her stomach.
My fingers skate across her exposed skin almost instantly.
It astounds me how fast I’ve fallen into a habitual role with Olivia.
Our movements flow together, so synchronized, that she knows what I’m about to do before I even do it.
And visions of taking her to my office, locking the door, and bending her over my desk fill me with a sense of unhinged desire.
“Do you know how unfair this is?” I whisper accusingly, retreating from her with my hands on my hips. There’s no need to be quiet, as only the plants can hear us now. I’ve made sure there is no one around for our little tour today.
“What’s that?” She steps forward into my space, running a finger down my chest, inching dangerously close to my belt buckle.
“Do you know how long I stayed away from you? I was worried that I would corrupt you, but it’s you corrupting me, Killer. I just brought you here to show you my plants,” I say with faux disgust.
She grins, her steps eating up the distance between us. I play the game, stepping back again, letting her take the control I know she craves. She keeps pushing, right until my back hits the wall. She moves between my legs, my erection pushing against her belly, and she rises on her tiptoes.
“Well, you’ve shown me your plants . Now I want to see something else that grows,’” she flirts, running her hand up my inner thigh so close to my throbbing erection.
Her hooded eyes dip down to my lips. Lust spills from her tongue as her words have me quite literally by the balls.
My cock is painfully tight against my briefs as if it's reaching down to her palm itself. She’s leaning into me further, and she uses her hips to push her hand against me, cupping me now until I look up to the heavens.
It’s there I’m reminded of the security cameras I had Danny install.
“Olivia,” I breathe out, “we’re being watched here. And as much as I know you’re an exhibitionist, I don’t want my staff, your brother included, seeing you squeeze the life out of my dick.”
She hops back, blushing. “I, err, didn’t realize there were cameras. You can erase that, right?”
I nod, grinning. “I can, from my office.”
Her eyes dart up, and she licks her lips. “Lead the way.”
I pull her along the back wall that she’s cornered me into and up the stairs. The dark corridor leads to my office and I unlock the door, ushering her inside.
She steps in, and instantly, her fingers are pulling up her crop top, her bare breasts greeting me before I can even get the door closed.
“So needy, aren’t you? So desperate for my cock, you can’t even wait until we get home.”
I unbutton my shirt slowly, and before I’m halfway down my shirt, her leggings and panties are off, too.
She backs away from me, lips pouting, eyes full of lust. As her ass hits the desk, she leans back, spreading her legs a few inches, enough for me to want to bite down on my knuckles until they bleed.
She crooks her finger and beckons me, but I know this woman: she wants to be watched, wants to be teased. She loves the anticipation of it. So once my buttons are undone, I remove my shirt, folding it over the back of a chair.
“Sit back on the desk properly, Olivia.” She scoots back, lifting her ass up as her eyes never leave mine.
“Lift your feet on the desk.”
She follows my instructions without hesitation, leaning back slightly as she does. Her knees are up, and I can no longer see her breasts.
“Spread your legs.”
She smiles, slowly parting her knees until I get a clear view of her glistening pussy.
“Is that all for me, baby?” I croon, taking in the sight of her.
She nods as her eyes dip low to the bulge in my pants.
“Yeah, I’ve got something that’s all for you, too. But first, I need to taste you, Olivia.”
She whimpers as I drop to my knees, spreading her legs even further.
I run my tongue along the inside of her thigh, halting as I reach her lips.
I pause for a moment, inhaling through my nose.
Fuck, my girl is wet; her arousal taunts me, but I want to draw this out for her.
I dip to her other leg, licking until I reach her mound.
She hooks her legs over my shoulders, leaning back on her elbows; she watches me like I’m about to bless her. Anointing my tongue along her pussy is the only blessing I can give, but it still makes her eyes roll back and scream to god.
I reach the crest of her seam, flicking my tongue over the tight bundle of nerves as she tugs at my hair.
She’s sweeter than the strawberry I’ve just fed her.
More essential than the nutrients the plants growing below us provide.
If I could tap her, I would. I’d drink her nectar every fucking day, and I know it would sustain me. Fill up every need I have.
“Don’t stop, please, Austin. I’ve wanted this all day. ”
“You had me this morning, twice, if I remember rightly,” I say, popping my head up before she tugs me back down.
I lap my tongue over her slick arousal; it coats my beard and my lips. Hell, I might get some on my forehead when she tugs me down so hard. Her hips roll onto my tongue as she contorts her back, stretching her stomach muscles.
She quickens her pace, and just as her shallow breathing halts, I pull back, standing up and stepping between her legs.
“I was about to come,” she whines, her hands slipping between her legs.
“Uh-uh,” I snap, grabbing her hand before she can finish herself off. I unzip my pants, the snick of the zipper filling the silence as Olivia lets out a breathy whimper. She sits up, eager to take my dick into her hand, but I step back.
Footsteps sound out in the corridor.
Fuck.
I can hear Danny and Luca chatting, and I know Luca has a key. Did I even lock the door as we came in? I’ve been so distracted by Olivia removing her crop top. Dammit.
I pull her off the desk, grab her leggings, and burrow her into the closet, clicking the door shut behind us. I hold my finger up to my lips, and she gives me a small nod.
“What the hell is this?” I hear. “A little small for the boss, isn’t it?”
“Put it back, Danny. You don’t know what’s been done to it.”
“Gross.”
I hear the light plunk of something hitting the ground, and I realize it must be Olivia’s pink crop top. I only have her leggings in my hands. I turn to her standing so boldly naked. She comes up behind me, and her hand snakes down my stomach and into my pants.
Fuuuuck.
My eyes roll back, and I brace myself against the door frame, biting down hard on my knuckle so as not to make a sound.
“He must have left like he said,” Luca says, a little louder than necessary, and I wonder if it’s for my benefit.
“Okay, I’ll leave him a note on his desk,” Danny replies. “It’s kind of messy in here. Do you think someone’s been in here?”
I hear Luca snicker as Olivia pumps my dick, rolling her palm up and down my hard length.
“I think the boss is fine if that crop top has anything to go with it.”
“Yeah...crop top. Maybe he’s got himself a lady friend. Maybe that’s why he’s been in such a good mood lately,” Danny laughs.
The little shit. If only he knew his sister is tucked up behind me, stroking my cock like it's her personal fuck toy. Well, I guess it is.
Before I let her take me over the edge, I snap her around until her back is flush against my chest. She yelps, not too loud but loud enough that they might hear.
I hold my hand against her mouth, and I feel her hot, labored breath from her nostrils warm my fingers.
I slip my other hand down. Using three flat fingers, I take the arousal seeping out of her pussy and smear it over her clit.
It’s wet and slippery, and her swollen bud almost vibrates against my fingertips.
I rub in tight circles, my other hand fixed against her mouth.
Her pussy is puffy, begging to be filled, letting me know she’s ready.
I know how she likes it, rough and wild.
I build her up, my fingers spreading her lips as the heel of my palm leans in against her clit.
She tilts her head back against my shoulder, her eyes wide and begging.
“Do you want to come, Killer?”
She nods against my hand.
“I don’t think you know how to be quiet.”