16. Octavia
OCTAVIA
“Flora, I can’t right now, I’ve got three briefs sitting on my desk that I should have been done with three days ago.” Octavia sat back dramatically as her sister begged on the other end of the line.
“You never see your nephew though.” She whined.
“Don’t pout, Lor, you look like a melting troll doll when you do that.”
“You can’t even see me right now, Vee.” She huffed.
“I can hear it. Listen, I can come by this weekend but I can’t tonight, I’ll be here late.
” Octavia looked at the stack of files on her desk, longing for the day when everything actually would be electronic, maybe it wouldn’t seem so daunting then.
She was almost glad Nathan was gone for the next week and a half, it would give her time to focus on work instead of how many ways he was going to make her come that night.
It also gave her time to wrap her head around what he’d asked for.
A real chance with her. A relationship. It meant truly letting go of the could-have-beens she’d spent weeks constructing with a faceless, nameless man.
A fantasy. She had to acknowledge how much the text hurt when she thought he meant their relationship was a mistake.
It may as well have been the truth of it all slapping her in the face.
“That would actually be convenient.” Octavia pulled herself out of her head to focus back on what her sister was saying. “I was asked if I wanted to cover someone’s shift on Saturday and could use the money.”
“Why? Are kids expensive or something?” Octavia laughed. Her sister had brushed off the financial consequences of being a single mother when she’d been pregnant with Tyler.
“Shut up.”
“That’s no way to speak to the person who could make it a lot easier for you to take that shift, and not charge for childcare.”
“You’d never, you love him.”
“Lucky for you. What’s the shift?”
Octavia hoped it wasn’t early because she’d be staying up way too late for Nathan’s game and then whatever he had planned for after it. She’d gotten home last night to a package she hadn’t ordered. Inside the nondescript brown box with a very generic return address was a sleek black box and a note.
Don’t open until I tell you to. N xx
“Octavia,” her sister snapped.
“What?” she asked innocently as the memory faded.
“It’s eleven to seven, will that work for you?” Flora huffed, making it obvious it wasn’t her first time asking.
Ideal in fact. “Yes, I’ll be there at ten thirty. What’s he eating these days?”
“Pretty much green food exclusively. His father’s almond mom sister told him it would make him a superhero or something.
I’m guessing it was to get him to eat his peas or broccoli at a family dinner.
Now he eats all his veggies, but there aren’t exactly a lot of other green options.
So I find a way and tell him that I only buy green food now. ”
“Lying to your kid, who are you? So do I have to get creative then?” Octavia laughed.
“Listen, I’m sorry I ever judged another parent before I was one. And no, he’ll eat whatever you eat because he is obsessed with being like Aunt Vee.” Flora sighed. “Alright, I’ve gotta get back to work, I’ve got to go supervise an epic Call of Duty battle.”
“You have a weird job,” Octavia mumbled, glaring at the files again.
“Weird but in a good way. See you Saturday.”
Corporate law wasn’t the most exciting, but she definitely had more of a life than some of the other law specialties. When she was working late, it was because she had wasted time doing something else, not so much because her clients were on her ass constantly.
Her phone buzzed and she smiled when she saw there was a new message from Nathan.
Nathan
Any chance you’d be willing to stay up late tonight?
By nine she was settled on her couch to watch the game. When it was over, she had a shower and tried to read while she waited for his call.
The previous two nights, he’d started the call by asking about her day and then had actually seemed interested in what she had to say.
After she rambled, he told her what he’d gotten up to.
Last night, he’d told her all about his day off.
She had actually been jealous of his day wandering Pike Place Market and eating fresh seafood.
When she’d expressed her jealousy, he’d laughed and told her he’d show her the city one day.
“I’ll book the same room, fuck you against the window so you can enjoy my cock and the view of the city all at the same time,” he said, promptly ending their debrief of their respective days. “Did you open the box, Octavia?”
“No,” she said coyly.
He smirked back. “Good girl.”
Tonight, he called on his way back to the hotel and they shared how their day had gone. He was hyped from their win and the fact Seattle hadn’t scored to send the game into overtime.
“I was going to wage a war against our defence if they got another one at the end.”
“Wanted to talk to me that badly, eh?” she teased.
“Fuck yes. Alright, just got back to the hotel. I’ll call back when I get upstairs. Have your laptop ready, gorgeous.”
“It’s ready.”
“Always prepared.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he hung up.
Seven minutes later she was smiling at him through her camera.
“Go get the box, Octavia,” he said by way of greeting.
She slid off the bed, leaving her laptop open as she walked over to the dresser to retrieve the box that had been taunting her since it arrived.
“This is a pretty ballsy delivery if it’s what I think it is.” She purred, sitting down and placing the box between herself and the laptop.
“Subtlety isn’t really our thing, Autumn. Open the box,” he instructed.
She lifted the lid slowly, holding her breath as it came away from the base. She felt her face heat as she took in the contents.
“Fuck, take off your shirt, I want to see if that blush goes anywhere else.” Octavia listened, pulling off her shirt and tossing it to the side.
“Pull,” he started to say but she was ahead of him, pulling her bra down so she popped out above it.
“Mmmm, remind me when I get home to make you blush before fucking your tits.” Octavia nearly laughed.
She’d never had a man speak to her this way.
She’d never wanted a man to speak to her this way, but with Nathan, she didn’t want him to fucking stop.
She bit down on her bottom lip, waiting for what came out of his mouth next. Yearning for him to tell her what to do to herself while he watched.
“I’ll try,” she replied. “Am I allowed to take it out?”
“Yes.” He watched as she slid the vibrator from the box. “What do you think? It’s not me but it should fill that pussy nicely.”
She stared down at it, appreciating the matte black finish, making it look almost classy.
She ran her fingers along the curve of it, licking her lips when she realized all the places it was going to hit.
She had a simple bullet vibrator in her drawer, it got the job done, but this, this would quite literally hit differently.
“Do I get to use it tonight?”
“You better.” He chuckled darkly. “And in front of me, I’ve been thinking about watching you with it since I ordered it.
I’ve never gotten hard around the guys before, but I had to turn in my seat and hide my very interested cock somewhere over Illinois.
Go wash it quickly then get back here. Lose the pants. ”
Octavia jumped off the bed and practically sprinted to her bathroom. She gave it an impatient yet thorough cleaning before hopping back to the bed while she tried to divest herself of her pants. Why she bothered with bottoms when Nathan was in her near future she’d never know.
She studied him as she got herself situated.
Nathan was leaning back against his headboard now, shirtless and she assumed pantsless.
His hair looked like he had been sliding his hand through it, and he hadn’t shaved today.
The man probably had a full beard after two days of not shaving.
She happened to like the feel of his scruff on her skin, it reminded her of that first night together and the burn she’d felt for two days after.
It had been most obvious when she crossed her legs, a hot flush spreading through her body as the fabric of her pants brushed against it.
If this is how people with a sex addiction felt all the time, she understood them for the first time in her life.
“Spread your legs, baby, I need to see you,” Nathan pleaded and she did as he asked without a second thought. “Goddamn, you’re already soaked. Do you know how fucking hot it is knowing how wet you get for me? Touch yourself.”
Octavia reached down, sliding her middle finger over her clit, her entire body jumping like she’d touched a live wire. She’d never done this in front of another person, yet knowing he was watching her now, rather than just listening to her sounds, was hotter than she expected.
“Now, slide that finger real slow into that beautiful cunt.” Jesus, she thought, doing as he said, this man. “Add another one. Yeah fuck, keep going.” She could hear the second he touched himself. The way his breath changed was a dead giveaway.
“Want to see you.” She panted, her gaze burning through the laptop.
He tipped his iPad and she watched as his hand slid over his hard, thick length. She nearly drooled when he caught the pre-cum at the tip with his thumb and smeared it around the head, releasing a little groan when he squeezed.
“Wish it was your mouth.” She heard him say before the camera angle changed.
“Get the toy, Octavia.” She reached for the vibrator.
“Suck on it. And don’t stop fucking your fingers.
That’s my dick in your mouth, baby, my fingers deep inside you.
That’s it, get it good and wet.” She closed her eyes as she fucked her mouth.
“Eyes on me, babe. Eyes always on me.” Opening her eyes, she could see the way he was trying to hold it together. “Time to switch hands.” He grinned.
Octavia pulled her hand from between her legs before bringing the toy to her pussy, unsure of what he wanted her to do with the fingers that had just been inside her.
When he didn’t say anything, she groped her right breast, tweaking her pert nipple between her wet fingers as she pushed the toy into herself.
“Fuck! Turn it on and suck on your fingers.” Nathan growled. “I’m not going to last much longer, I want you to come with me, Octavia.”
She jolted as the vibrations hit every inch of her pussy, the two prongs on the outside stimulating her clit, rendering her immobile.
“Fuck yourself,” he commanded and her hand followed his instructions, which was a good thing because her brain had checked out.
“Keep your eyes on me, Autumn girl, don’t make me tell you again.
” She wanted to ask what he would do if he had to tell her.
But her mouth was occupied and her brain was addled by the entire scenario.
“Let go, baby,” he demanded through clenched teeth and she watched as he came, cum spraying his chest, drops hitting his chin and lower lip.
She could feel the orgasm building and fought to keep her eyes trained on him.
When his tongue snuck out and caught the drop on his lip, she gave up trying and broke apart.