by Anna Durand
Ollie grabbed my hand, jumped up, and dragged me toward the guest house.
My heart pounded. My ears started to ring because I'd stopped breathing. Why was I letting men fight over me, like I was a prize heifer and they were in a bidding war over me? It was my life. A grown woman with a mind of her own did not let men make all her decisions for her.
I stopped dead halfway to the guest house.
Ollie tugged my hand.
I yanked it away.
We stood there staring at each other for several seconds, both of us breathing hard though we hadn't walked that far. His gaze burned into me, hot with lust and irritation, a potent combination that made me grow warm too---warm and wet. He clenched his fists, which made his biceps swell.
Peripherally, I noticed the other guests on the lawn, their attention glued to me and Ollie. But I didn't care what they thought.
I barred my arms over my chest. "Don't drag me around like a suitcase. If you want to talk to me alone, ask first."
He stared at me, his eyes narrowed, for a few more seconds while he took slow, deliberate breaths. "Please come with me, Mara."
The tone of his voice shivered heat through me. It was full of hunger, the dirty kind.
"Since you asked nicely," I said, "I'll go with you."
He claimed my hand and led me into the guest house, straight to the kitchen. It had stainless steel appliances and stainless steel counters, with pots and pans and utensils hanging from hooks above the counters and the stainless steel island. It looked industrial, but then, this kitchen did serve all the guests three times a day.
The kitchen was empty right now.
Ollie hoisted me up by the waist and set me on the island. "The cooks went to town to buy groceries. We've got the kitchen to ourselves."
His voice still sounded rougher, sexier, hotter.
"I'm not hungry," I said.
"Really." He pushed between my thighs and mashed his mouth to mine, plunging his tongue deep without waiting for my tacit permission to do it, making me moan and sag into him. When he pulled away, we were both breathing harder again. "Still not hungry?"
Gazing into his eyes, feeling his hard body between my legs, I couldn't deny the truth. "Starving."
"Thought so." His mouth slanted into a sexy smirk. "And here's how I'm going to feed you..."
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ollie
Maybe I got a little jealous when Mara went off with her ex. Maybe I didn't like it when she came back and Nico followed her, then he touched her like he still owned her. Nobody owned Mara. I didn't want to, that was for sure. But I loved taking possession of her body so I could give her exactly what we both wanted.
Okay, I might've been a touch jealous.
Not anymore. I was the one who had Mara alone in the kitchen, where the erotic possibilities were endless. I'd never done anything like this before. Girls knew I rocked the bedroom, but they didn't like my adventurous suggestions.
Mara was up for anything. Our time under that tree in the woods had proved it.
I grasped her hips and pulled her closer, our faces aligned. "I know you're not a suitcase. Sorry I hauled you away without asking first."
"Apology accepted." She glanced around the kitchen. "You still haven't finished that sentence. You said 'here's how I'm going to feed you,' but you trailed off instead of telling me."
"I know. Here's the rest of it." I placed my open mouth on the base of her throat, dragging it up, swirling my tongue over her skin that tasted faintly salty. When I reached her earlobe, I pulled it into my mouth and sucked, making her moan. "I'm going to fuck you so good for so long that everyone will see it on your face that you're mine and I'm yours. You'll come so many times you'll think you can't take it anymore, but still you'll beg me to do it again."
"Yes," she breathed.
I nibbled my way along her jaw, then flicked my tongue out to tease her mouth. "I want to feast on you like I've never done with anyone else. That's why we're in the kitchen."
Her pupils had blown, and her breaths came hard and fast. The faint blush that colored her cheeks made me even harder. I wanted this woman like I'd never wanted anyone, like I'd never known I could want anyone. While I'd been pretending to watch the charades game, I'd been plotting the hottest ways to make Mara shiver and moan and writhe and scream.
Nico had better find another woman. Mara was mine. By the time I got done with her, she would never want anyone else. Yeah, okay, maybe I was getting a little caveman-ish. So what? Mara seemed to like it. And I would never force her to do anything.
I moved my mouth to her ear again. "You know what I want. What do you want?"
She yanked my shirt out of my waistband and shoved her hands under the fabric, whisking them up my chest. "You, Oliver. I want you."
Her hands traveled over my chest, exploring and arousing me. But when she pinched my nipples, I lost it.
"Fuck," I hissed, and I ripped her shirt off over her head. "I'm gonna feast on you for real this time."
I tore off her bra, and she wriggled out of her pants and underwear, kicking off her sandals too. Then she stretched out on the island with her legs dangling off it, her arms raised above her head. Stainless steel shimmered around her, and her auburn hair feathered over the shiny surface, a dark halo around her face.
A dirty angel. That's what she was, and I loved it.
"Get naked," she commanded, running her hands up and down the metal surface beneath her like she wanted to make love to it.
I stripped off my clothes faster than I ever had in my life. Gazing down at her body, at the curly dark hairs below her hips, I couldn't resist licking my lips. The scent of her lust overpowered my senses. I fought the urge to spread her thighs and dive in, because I had plans for that body.
"Do you have any food allergies?" I asked.
"No." She sounded a little confused by my question.
Pretty soon, she'd understand why I asked.
I opened the big fridge and got out the items I needed for the appetizer---strawberries, whipped cream, and vanilla ice cream. I set those items on the island beside Mara.
She watched me with a puzzled expression.
Puzzled and aroused. I got the feeling no one had ever done what I was about to do to her. Damn sure Nico never had.
I returned to the island, standing between her legs, and tugged her hips to get her ass resting on the very edge. Her puzzled expression melted into a smile so sexy it made my cock throb. I took a breath to calm myself---cut that out, little buddy, we've got work to do---and leaned over her body, looking straight into her gorgeous green eyes.
"Your cream is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted," I told her, "but I want to feed you a different kind of cream. Open that luscious mouth for me, baby."
She opened her mouth.
I grabbed a strawberry, dipped it in the bowl of whipped cream, and held it to her open mouth. "Take a bite."
She bit off half the strawberry, closing her lips around it, chewing slowly, sensuously, and then she moaned like she'd never tasted anything so good in her life. Her eyes half closed, she savored the strawberry until it was all gone. Her lips curved up at the corners, but her eyes stayed hooded.
"Mm," she hummed. "That tastes so delicious, but not as delicious as you."
Her words, the sultry way she spoke them, it made my cock throb again. I devoured the rest of the strawberry, but fruit wasn't what I wanted to consume right now.
Take it slow. That's the plan, remember?
Yeah, the plan. What was it again?
Mara stretched her tongue out, licking the strawberry remnants off my lips. "Mm-mm-mmmmm. Food tastes better on you."
I could barely catch my breath, but dammit, I would do this the way I'd planned. I straightened my arms, putting a little bit of distance between my body and hers.
She picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the whipped cream, and smeared cream all over my chest.<
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"Mara---"
"Oops," she said in a sexy tone, her smile just as hot as her voice. "Let me clean up the mess I made."
She lifted her head to lap up the cream she'd smeared all over me. Every flick of her tongue made it harder for me to breathe, and harder for me to ignore what my dick wanted so badly that I might just lose it and come all over her belly.
Not that it wouldn't be hot to do that. But I had these plans.
I pinned her wrists to the table. "Do I need to tie you up? Or will you let me do my thing before you make me blow my top?"
"You don't need to tie my up, but that might be fun too."
"Maybe another time." I let go of her wrists, sliding my hands down her arms, loving the feel of her silky skin and the fine hairs that dusted it. "I've got lots more I want to do to you."
I got another strawberry, loaded it with cream, and painted a trail down her body with it, starting at her throat. Every time my berry-brush ran out of cream, I dunked it again and kept painting that path down to her belly until I reached her mound. Then I used the berry-brush to drop a dollop of whipped cream on each of her stiff nipples.
Mara squirmed and bit her lip.
Tearing the leaves off the berry, I spit them out and held the strawberry between my lips, leaning in until my mouth hovered inches above Mara's. I swept the berry across her lips until she got the idea and bit off a chunk.
I ate the rest of it. Juice clung to my lips.
Before I could wipe it off, Mara sneaked her tongue out to lap up the liquid.
Damn, she was the hottest lover any man could ever want.
I licked the whipped cream off her throat, laving my tongue over her skin in leisurely strokes, and followed the trail I'd painted down her chest. When I reached her breasts, I drew one nipple into my mouth, licking and suckling until I'd cleaned every last speck of cream off it---and until she was writhing and gasping under me. I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, making her squirm and whimper.
"Oliver," she cried out when I nipped her rigid peak. "Yes, Oliver, please."
She knew how much I loved it when she called me Oliver, but I also knew she wasn't doing it on purpose this time. I'd gotten her so wound up she probably had no clue what she was saying.
Getting her turned on got me wound up too. But I focused on my task, licking my way down her belly, swirling my tongue inside her navel, lapping up every last bit of cream until I reached her mound. I nuzzled the soft hairs, inhaling a deep breath through my nostrils, intoxicated by the scent of her.
"Fuck," I groaned, fluttering those hairs. She smelled so damn good, and I knew she would taste even better.
"Oliver, please hurry."
"Uh-uh. Not rushing." I forced myself to give up the scent of her and grabbed the container of ice cream. I tore off the lid and dug a chunk of ice cream out of the tub with my fingers, holding it in my fist until it started to melt. With my other hand, I urged her to spread her legs for me.
Mara watched me, her head raised, her brows cinching together.
I chuckled. "Ready for phase two?"
She nodded so vigorously her hair flapped against her face.
Opening my fist, I let the half-melted chunks of ice cream fall onto her mound. The thick liquid oozed down her skin, between her thighs. I parted her glistening folds, letting the ice cream drizzle down between them.
Mara was breathing so hard her breasts jiggled.
I lowered my head and dragged my tongue up her folds. The flavor of ice cream and Mara deluged my senses, the taste so incredible I couldn't stop myself from groaning and devouring her with more hunger. She opened her thighs for me even more, diving her fingers into my hair. Ice cream. Mara cream. Nothing better in the whole world. I licked my way up to her clit, closed my lips around it, and sucked every last drop of everything off her flesh.
Her body tensed.
Licking, lapping, suckling, so drunk on the flavor of her that I couldn't stop.
"Oliver!" she shouted as her climax rocketed through her. She clutched my head so tightly her nails dug into my scalp.
I kept going until she went limp on the island. Then I lifted my head to look at her, breathing hard, my cock demanding I feed it some of Mara too. She lay there sprawled on the cold metal surface, her eyes closed, her mouth open, an expression of pure satisfaction on her face.
God, I'd never seen anything so beautiful.
Voices echoed from down the hall.
"Shit," I hissed. "It's game time."
"What time?" Mara said, sounding as blissfully dazed as she looked.
"Game time. It's a weekly event where guests play board games in the entertainment room."
I could not go out there in my current condition.
The voices got closer, but then faded as everyone veered off into the entertainment room. It was two doors down from the kitchen.
Mara sat up, draping her arms around my neck. "I don't care who's out there listening. You need to finish fucking me. Right now, Oliver."
If she hadn't called me Oliver, maybe I could've said no.
Yeah, I didn't believe me either.
Mara took my dick in her hand and raked her thumb over the head. "Do it now, Oliver."
How did she make my name sound like the dirtiest word on earth?
I pulled away from her just long enough to get a condom out of my pants pocket. Once I'd rolled it on, I nestled between her thighs, feeling her heat penetrate the latex. The sensation drove me crazy. And I hadn't even gotten inside her yet.
"Now, Oliver, please."
With a long, guttural groan, I thrust inside her, pushing in all the way until I couldn't go any further. Her hot body molded to my cock, and she latched her legs around my hips. With her breasts mounded against my chest, I couldn't hold back for one more nanosecond.
I spun us around, pinned her to the fridge, and fucked her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth open, that blissful expression taking over her face again.
Thrusting, thrusting, harder, faster. The sucking sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the kitchen while she flung her arms around me, her nails digging into my back. I flattened my palms on the stainless steel fridge, pumping and pumping, the pressure inside me so intense I knew I'd blow any second. Wait for Mara. I tried to do that, tried so damn hard I was gritting my teeth.
Just when I thought I'd go off before she did, Mara came with a strangled scream. I sealed my mouth over hers to muffle her cries---and my own. I came so hard I swore I saw stars flashing behind my eyelids. A couple more thrusts did me in. I sagged against the fridge with Mara crushed between my body and the steel surface.
I let my forehead fall onto her shoulder. "Oh God, Mara."
She hugged my head and kissed my temple. "That was incredible, Ollie."
No idea how I managed to move, but I did. I raised my head and kissed her softly. Then I withdrew from her body, set her down on the floor, and discarded the condom.
A throat-clearing drew our attention to the doorway.
Damian stood there with his hand over his eyes. "Didn't see a thing, I swear." He peeked through his fingers, smirking. "Well, not much."
I expected Mara to get embarrassed and run away.
She surprised me again, laughing as she said, "Oh well, this is a nudist resort. Damian was bound to see me naked sometime."
"Thought you didn't want to go nude in front of the other guests," I said.
"I've been thinking I might give it a try. As part of my self-liberation campaign."
Damian snickered. "Yeah, Mara, you get as liberated as you want."
I flashed him a scowl, which he saw since the ass was still peeking through his fingers. Then I pulled Mara into the corner farthest from Damian and whispered, "He might've seen what we were doing a minute ago."
She glanced at Damian. Though her cheeks turned a little pink, she shrugged and said, "So what?"
"Uh-huh." She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. "You make me feel brave and sexy and safe."
"You don't need me for that. You are brave and sexy, all on your own."
Damian pretended to gag. "If you two are going to make out, I'll head back to the games before I hurl all over this nice shiny floor." He looked at Mara. "I really didn't see whatever you two were doing. I heard weird squeaking noises and thought I should check it out. You were both standing there naked when I walked in."
Squeaking noises? I kind of remembered something like that, but my brain had been offline at the time. Mara's skin must've squeaked on the stainless steel fridge.
"Get out of here," I said, waving for Damian to leave.
He grinned and skedaddled.
"What should we do?" I asked Mara.
She puckered her lips like she was thinking hard, then she smiled again. "Let's take a shower."
I scooped her up.
Damian ducked back into the kitchen. "I've got a sudden yen for cleaning a kitchen."
My best friend was offering to clean up after the mess I'd made with Mara, which I hadn't even thought to clean up myself. My brain still hadn't ramped up to full power yet.
"Thanks, man," I said. "You're an awesome friend."
"Not really. I just don't want to eat food that was made on the counter where you two got it on."
He smirked and winked.
I carried Mara upstairs to our room, where a nice, big shower stall waited for us.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Mara
After our shower, Ollie and I headed back outside. Ollie had started to put his clothes back on, but I assured him he didn't need to do that for my sake. I'd gotten used to spending my days surrounded by naked people, and seeing Ollie in the nude was hardly a terrifying experience. I didn't blame him for thinking he shouldn't go naked in front of me, considering how things had gone when we first met, but I didn't want him to change his ways to suit me.
So now, we were participating in a game of miniten---Ollie in the buff, and me wearing shorts and a tank top. I wore sneakers, but Ollie chose to go barefoot. The game pitted the two of us against Ruth and Sylvester Norris. That sounded like an easy win for us. Two fit twenty-somethings against a pair of senior citizens? Piece of cake.