by Sara Hazel
I step away from him for a moment and take the phone out again. This time, I shut the whole thing off. I don’t care if my father sent someone to go out looking for me or not. I’m sure he thinks I’ve been kidnapped by his enemies. Well, maybe he shouldn’t have sent me out to do his dirty work in the first place!
“Dad?”
“Yeah, it was him,” I sigh. “But I’m done. I swear I’m not gonna let him interrupt my lesson in the beauty of the world around me one more time.”
“Good. You need that lesson,” he says.
Indeed, Rebel. I do. But are you the one who can really give it to me? It’s really not safe for me to be here. Someone might have followed me. It’s not safe for you, either. I often think my father has people watching me all the time. I’m family, but you can’t even trust family when you’re in my father’s business.
“Hey, I liked when you were touching my lower back earlier,” I say out loud. Oh, what a bad idea, Olivia! Don’t let him know you like him. Oops…I think you just did.
Rebel turns towards me, and I face him now too. For a few seconds the only sound is both of us breathing heavily, not because we’re out of breath, but because the sexual tension is now filling the space, even though we’re out in the open. It feels like I could be far away from him and still feel the sexual tension with him.
“Olivia, I’m going to kiss you,” he announces just like that.
“That’s not a good idea. I’ve told you who I am, Reb—”
But it’s too late. He doesn’t care that I’m the daughter of a Mafia boss. He places both hands around my waist as he bends down to kiss me. His lips are hot and feel heavy against mine. There is a palpable charge as our lips connect. Rebel didn’t care that I was protesting this kiss, because he knew I wanted it. And my mouth opens for him so easy, and his tongue is gentle at first. But the gentle doesn’t last long, and soon I find myself pushed up against the fence and I don’t even care. I don’t care, because I feel so safe and maybe even feel like I could fly all the way up to those beautiful lonely Chicago stars…
Rebel
*
I don’t care that we’re on top of the roof right now. It’s a nice warm night out, and though it’s late, it wouldn’t surprise me if one of the other residents decided to come out and enjoy the roof. This is not like my mountain. If we were there, no one could interrupt us. Here, it is something that could be a very real threat. But I don’t mind at all who walks out and sees me kissing this beauty.
I push her into the fence probably a little too hard, but rather than protest, Olivia moans as my hands slide under her t-shirt. I rest my fingers right below her bra. My manhood throbs as I push myself against her.
I must have her now. And if I can’t have her in the way that I truly want to yet, then I have to touch her or taste her. My whole body shivers with desire. There’s no hiding it anymore.
I slide my hands off her sides and unzip her jeans. She grabs hold of my arms, and I take this to mean she wants me to stop. I pull away from our kiss and reclaim my arms.
“Yeah, you’re right. We need to stop. But I’ll tell you right now, sweetheart, that this is going to happen between me and you.”
“I didn’t mean—I didn’t mean you had to stop. I’m sorry. I’m just—I’m losing control of myself.”
“Then with your permission, I’m going to keep kissing you.”
“Yes, please,” she whispers.
Mouths slam against each other again, and my fingers go back to work on her zipper. I get it undone and slide my hand down her panties.
I don’t want to hold off now. I push a single finger inside of her and use my thumb to circle her clit. She moans and pushes forward into me. As I speed up, Olivia grinds on my hand. She can’t stop herself. She’s all mine, and she knows it. Like I told her — this is happening tonight. We are, and that’s all there is to it.
She doesn’t know it yet, but the day she’s been waiting for has arrived.
“Ok, ok, I surrender,” she says as she pulls away to take a breath. But it’s just a quick breath, and we’re right back at it. The pleasure of the kiss travels from her lips into mine and then down throughout every part of my body.
I withdraw my hand and get down on my knees before her. As I make my way down, I lift her shirt up and kiss her bare stomach which causes her to shudder.
“I’m sensitive everywhere, but right there is a whole—oh—”
She can’t even finish her sentence as I kiss her flesh tenderly and head further down in a straight trail to her belly button.
I roll her jeans down, and the scent of her draws me towards her sex. I leave her jeans at her ankles as I push her against the fence and bury my face between her legs.
The fence rattles as my future wife shakes against it. I can’t see any wisdom behind the idea of taking my time right now, so I don’t. I lick and suck her like a ravenous beast. I haven’t done this kind of thing in a long time — over fifteen years. And now Olivia will be the only one I want. Just like that. I came down from my mountain to find her, and now here she is.
Her juices cover my face as I bury myself in deeper. She cries out and grips my shoulders tight.
“I’ve never felt like this in my life,” she cries out as her thighs begin to quake. She locks her knees on the side of my head and holds me in place, but I can’t think of a better position to be in right now — other than one where my cock was buried deep inside her, of course.
Olivia thrusts forward onto my face. I let my tongue go wild on her clit and she screams as she comes undone all over me.
I slow down — way down. I let my tongue roll slowly across her soaking slit and she shivers with each lick.
“I’m so sensitive now,” she whispers. I focus on her clit again — back and forth, up and down, until she’s humping my face rapidly again like she just can’t control herself.
Buried between these thick thighs with her sweet juices all over me makes my cock twitch. It’s an incredible amount of restraint that I must practice now. Can I do it? I don’t even know if it’s going to be possible for much longer…
“Ok, ok!” She cries out. “I’m cumming again!”
I pull back and watch as the waves of pleasure wash over her. She jerks forward and I find my face planted on her sex once more. So I grab her ass and grind her all over my tongue till she’s shuddering again. Nonstop pleasure for my girl. That’s what I want to give her. She is my goal in life now and making her happy is the only thing that matters to me. I want to take all her pain and replace it with pure bliss.
Olivia
*
I reach behind me and grab hold of the fence. I can’t help myself. I whip my body back and forth as Rebel takes no mercy on me. This sweet man is a beast when it comes to this, and I’m his late-night snack tonight. It’s not how I planned my evening, but he doesn’t give me much of a choice and neither do my own body, mind, and spirit.
I am just an unwanted girl — disposable in my father’s eyes, and in the eyes of most men who try to use me to get what they want. But not Rebel. He doesn’t want anything other than me. There’s nothing I could give him aside from that, and he doesn’t seem to care. And now Rebel is boosting my confidence.
He’s taking me to new heights I never thought I could go. I feel sexy for the first time in my life. Being backed up against a fence and having your pussy devoured is the kind of thing that only happens in movies, right?
Wrong, apparently.
As I cry out in ecstasy, it seems all my frustration with life leaves me at once. All I feel is pleasure, and for a moment I forget all about the life I lead. Is that what Rebel has the power to do? Make me forget? Bring it on. Even if he can solve none of my other problems then I’ll take this.
“Oh, okayyyy,” I say. “You’re gonna have to stop now or I’m gonna cum so hard I might pull this fence down.”
Rebel looks up and even in the dim light I can see the wide grin on his handsome face.
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sp; “You’re all over me now,” he says. “Just the way I want you.”
“You probably need to wipe your face off,” I tease.
“Someday I hope to wash my face in you every morning,” he says.
“Oh, wow. You’re pretty dirty even for a former mountain man.”
“I normally keep myself very well controlled. I’ve been celibate for a long time, sweetheart. I vowed that the next time anything like this happened to me, it would be with the right girl — the one.”
“I’m not the one. I can’t possibly be.”
“And I will keep promising you that you’re wrong about that. Let’s go back inside and get you to bed. You’re probably tired now.”
I let out a deep and loud yawn.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I reply.
*
After I pull my pants back up, we go back downstairs to Rebel’s humble home. Though the place is so empty, it has a warm and inviting feel to it now. I suppose that’s a result of my new, um, “connection” with Rebel.
“Hey, you know that we’re not going to do anything else tonight,” I say. Though I loved what he did to me, I’m still that good Catholic girl on the inside — the one who is waiting for her wedding night before losing her virginity.
“That’s fine by me,” Rebel says. “But I think we can be a lot closer now. No need to keep our distance anymore. Deal?”
I laugh. “Sure, deal. But I still get the bed, and you stay on that couch.”
I crawl on top of the soft quilt and sink right into the mattress. I’m leaving my clothes on though, because who knows what I might allow myself to do if I strip down to my underwear?
Rebel comes over and stands at the side of the bed.
“It’s warm tonight. I’m used to it, but if you need the air conditioner let me know. Or maybe I could take that quilt off the bed for you, so you can lie on the sheets. It’s up to you.”
“I’m fine,” I reply. Even getting up for one second makes me worry that I might slip and let him have me.
“Suit yourself,” he says.
And then he crosses to the air conditioner and turns it on.
“I’m gonna be cold now,” I say.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yep, pretty sure I will be. Maybe you should come and…I don’t know…hold me or something.”
I surrendered to his lust when we were outside, and now I’m surrendering again. My body craves his closeness.
Rebel pulls his shirt off first, and I can’t look away. His enormous muscles are covered in tattoos. He’s got scars too. Maybe these scars tell a tale of war, or a different story of solitude and reinvention on a mountaintop. The sight of this man with no shirt sets me off.
He undoes his belt next, and I cannot help my greedy eyes from dropping to his crotch level and waiting for him to bounce right out…
As his pants drop to the floor, I let out a little gasp at the sight of his thick bulge. It does not look contained very well by his tight black underwear. He comes closer to the bed.
“Roll over to the other side, sweetie, and I’ll get in with you.”
“You’re going to-do-what?” I stutter.
“A minute ago, you asked me to hold you. I’m coming to do it. I keep my word, sweetie.”
Indeed, you do, Rebel. Indeed, you do. But the shake is starting to hit me. I feel a surge of unease crawling up my face and neck. I know he won’t hurt me on purpose, but his touch alone could trigger an explosion — one that I would never emotionally recover from if Rebel were to decide suddenly that he didn’t want me after all.
I roll over and onto my side. Like a good girl.
I hold my breath as Rebel slides in behind me. It feels so effortless and natural — this feeling of lying next to each other like this. Even though I have to hold my breath, out of fear I’m going to fall too far.
I exhale as he pushes up against me and wraps his massive arm around me. I sigh instantly as his warmth spreads into me. Soon the sound of his breathing behind me starts to build peace inside of me. Just pure peace. And all he’s doing is holding me.
It’s not possible for someone to hurt me right now. It catches me by such surprise that I start to wonder if I could ever be hurt again. Not with these arms around me. This is the safest I have ever been. I back up into him and feel his thing against my back. He’s so hard, and I think it would be very easy right now for me to just take my clothes off and lie naked with him pushing into me. It would be so easy to give in to something like that right now. But I’m still being as careful as possible to keep myself from giving in to him.
I close my eyes and just settle in with him. He kisses the back of my head like the perfect manly, sweet gentleman. “Goodnight, beautiful,” he whispers.
“Goodnight, handsome,” I whisper back.
I wake up still wrapped in his arms. It’s so perfect I just want to dissolve into him. It doesn’t feel like we’re close enough right now. There’s this strange feeling I’m having where I just don’t think we’re close enough or that we simply can ever be. I need to have him inside of me so I can at least try.
I break free of him and grab my phone. I have several hundred angry text messages from my father, my father’s men, and my poor long-suffering mother. I also have more than that in voicemails.
Rebel’s deep and soothing voice startles me as I sit glued to my phone on the edge of the bed.
“Sweetie, you ok?”
I sigh heavily and slide off the bed. “It was nice meeting you last night, and thank you for holding me, but I really have to go. Thank you, Rebel.”
My voice begins to shake, and by the time I reach the end I am full on sobbing. But Rebel is right there and ready to wrap his arms around me from behind.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You don’t have to leave.”
“I do. Everyone is looking for me and freaking out. I’m sure my father questioned everyone I saw last night by now and had them killed. I can’t do this to you. You’re gonna be in trouble all because of me.”
“We’ll deal with this together, sweetheart.”
“We can’t…”
His lips are pressed to the top of my head once more. He takes a deep sniff of my hair as he kisses me.
“I know that I want you, and nothing is going to stop me from that. I’m going to help you with your dad.”
“That’s crazy! I have to go now. Please let me go.”
Another kiss on the top of my head, followed by another one. They rain down upon me now and show no signs of slowing down. I don’t know what this man sees in a broken girl that he just met last night, but he sees something in me alright. I can’t hide from the obviousness of that.
“Ok, you can come with me,” I say in surrender.
And just like that, we get ready and head outside. I call a car for us, and squeeze Rebel’s hand. He’s insistent on going to see my father with me, and there was no way to stop him. I’ve never had anyone insist on doing something for me before.
But still, I squeeze his hand hard, because I’m nervous and praying that I’m not bringing him to his death just for me.
“Please let me explain everything to my dad. Just stand close to me and he’ll never order his guard to shoot you. There are at least some things he won’t do to me or make me witness.”
“We’ll get through it together,” he replies.
Together. Wrapped up, entwined, and never left behind. His optimism builds my own confidence. Rebel just never seems to think he’s not going to make it.
“Just please don’t say anything,” I whisper.
Rebel
*
We are dropped off at a very large three-story house. I’m not yet familiar with all of Chicago’s neighborhoods, though I have been reading up on them. Still, I don’t know where Olivia has taken us and what awaits inside her father’s house. I take her hand, and she leads me up to the front of the house and rings the doorbell. A maid ushers us inside, and we are immediately brought down to the
basement.
Olivia knocks on the door and a raspy voice says, “Come inside.”
We enter a large room filled with books and fancy antique furniture. Four heavily armed guards stand at attention as we walk in.
Olivia’s father — a short and stocky man with slicked back black hair — stands up from behind his desk.
“Who is this person, Olivia? Why are you bringing this man into my house? And I need you to give me the full details of where you were last night. We were very worried about you.”
“I’m fine, daddy.”
“Don’t daddy me now, girl. Tell me who this man is, or I’ll have my guys shoot him. And this time I don’t care if they do it in front of you.”
“My name is Rebel, sir,” I reply slowly.
Olivia squeezes my hand and mutters “Don’t say anything.”
“Rebel. Is this a joke?”
“No, sir. It was my nickname in the marine corps. I had it legally changed when I got back.”
“Well, you got giant stone balls walking in here today, Rebel. Tell me why I shouldn’t have you shot now?”
“Daddy!”
“I already told you, Olivia!”
“Sorry, sir,” she says as I look over and watch her head drop. I’m sure this is not even the worst that he treats her. But I’m not afraid of her father, and I’ll be strong enough for both of us. I’m willing to stand in front of whatever gun he has aimed at me and take the bullet if that’s what is required to earn Olivia’s freedom.
“Sir, there is no reason why you shouldn’t have me shot, except for the best reason of all.”
Her father sits down and bursts into laughter. “Don’t keep us in suspense, Rebel. What is this great and powerful reason you have for being here today?”
“I’m in love with your daughter, sir.”
Olivia gasps. “What? Rebel, no, please…he’ll hurt you!”
I hear a gun being readied behind me. But I will not back down in fear. I love her, and I’ll make sure he knows it even if he has me killed.