Wicked Wolff

by Reese Spenser

  Olivia place the tray on the table, and I notice the mound of chocolate topped with fluffy white cream. Pride fills me and I find my words again.

  “Is this what you did with the egg whites I whipped?”

  “It is.” She smiles, passing the dessert to me.

  I grab a spoon from the tray, eager to taste the creation we made together. The chocolate mousse hits my tongue and I suppress a groan, not sure if it’s the chocolate I’m craving or the woman who prepared it.

  “This is delicious,” I manage to say after a spoonful of perfection.

  “I’m glad you like it. Godiva is my favorite chocolate to use in recipes.”

  I find myself making a mental note of her favorite things, starry nights, wine and Godiva chocolates. And I marvel at how little it takes to have the perfect date night. Nothing about my life experiences has prepared me for my first real date. Because nothing about my life since the death of my parents has been real. What is it about this woman that makes me want more? That makes me want something real.

  We finish our dessert in a peaceful silence gazing up at the stars. Olivia’s moan gets my attention and seeing her lick a drop of chocolate from her lips, hardens my cock instantly. I can’t help imagining what she would taste like covered in chocolate. As if reading my mind, Olivia uses her finger to circle the dessert dish, covering it with chocolate.

  “Would you like to taste it?” Olivia asks, with a smile as innocent as it is wicked.

  Her words are meant to tempt me, meant to remind me of the night we met. As if I could ever forget the first time, I touch her or the first time I tasted her. I answer her question the way I wanted to then.

  “Oh, god; yes.”

  Reaching across the bistro style table, I grab her wrist with more force than I intend. Wasting no time, I curl my tongue around her finger, licking and sucking greedily. With each moan I elicit, the need to devour her grows.

  Abruptly, Olivia pulls her hand free, but before I have a chance to question why, her mouth covers mine. The kiss is deep and passionate, needful and possessive, so unlike anything I have ever felt. A small voice in my head tells me to put a stop to this before it’s too late. Fisting her hair, I ignore the voice, holding her closer because that’s what my body demands.

  Resting my other hand between her thighs, I press my finger against her panty covered pussy. “I want to touch you here.”

  “No penetrating me with your fingers.” She whispers, giving her consent.

  Standing, I pull Olivia to her feet. After promising not to penetrate her with my fingers, I remove her shorts. Clad only in a T-shirt and white cotton panties, I direct her to place her ass on the tabletop.

  “We should go inside.” I hear the panic rising in her voice. But she complies regardless of her fears.

  I reward her with a gentle kiss, before spreading her legs. The light from the lanterns cast a soft glow over her skin. My cock swells painfully against the zipper of my jeans and I want nothing more than to fill her with me. I fight the temptation by remembering why I left her panties on. Tonight, I need that extra barrier to help me keep my promise to her. Even now my fingers twitch desperate to touch her in every way.

  Taking a seat in the chair, I plant myself between her legs. Her scent draws me in , and I lean forward to breathe her in. Olivia shivers when I press my nose against the soft cotton covering her essence. Her back arches as she whimpers and lifts her hips off the table. Pressing her cunt to my mouth, I give her what she wants, but on my own terms. I make her wild with need and leave her hovering on the edge. I want to hear her begging for all the wicked ways I can touch her. Her panty is soaked through and I know it’s all for me.

  “Please, Dorian.” She groans in frustration.

  “Tell me what you want, Olivia.” I glide my finger along the edge of her panty, waiting for her answer.

  “Touch me, Dorian, please.”

  I tell myself I can handle pulling her panty to the side. I can handle sliding one finger over her swollen flesh. But these are the lies a desperate man tells himself. And when her nub throbs against the single digit I allow to stroke her, I become undone.

  I promised not to penetrate her with my fingers, but I never made such a promise regarding my tongue. When I sink my tongue inside her, Olivia’s body goes stiff. Her pussy clenches around my tongue trying desperately to pull me in deeper. And god help me I want to go deeper.

  I’m relentless in my hunger for her. The more she gives the more I take, until she comes so goddamn hard, her sweet essence coats my tongue. Not letting up, I gently coax another orgasm from her to feed my addiction.

  “Dorian!” Olivia shouts. Her body erupts with a second orgasm and the intensity of it carries my name up to the stars and floats away.

  I’m not sure how long my head rest between her thighs as her breathing returns to normal. What I do know is that for the first time, I’m not seeking my own release. Tonight, I found more pleasure in her submission than I have with any other woman. And my mind wrestles with that fact and I wonder what the fuck am I supposed to do with it. How can I have her when she represents everything I’m not? And to make matters worse I’m almost fucking sure she squirts. She can’t be perfect, I tell myself, dismissing the thought, blaming it on an overactive imagination.

  Olivia stirs and I take that as my cue to sit upright.

  Picking up her discarded shorts, I urge Olivia to step into them. “Let’s go inside.” I say, after she’s fully dressed again.

  I follow her to the kitchen, watching as she loads the dishwasher. Her silence concerns me, and I begin to worry that perhaps I have overstepped. Offended her by acting on the loophole in my promise. Thankfully that notion is quickly dashed when Olivia turns to face me. Her icy blue eyes are steamy, radiating pure desire. And I want to assure her that the feeling is mutual.

  “You don't need BoB, anytime you want to insert something other than my dick in that sweet pussy of yours, I'm at your service.” I say, licking my lips. I want to take the crass words back the second they leave my mouth.

  Closing the distance between us, Olivia sways, leaning into me. I wrap my arms around her holding on for dear life.

  “You make me feel like I'm falling off a cliff.” The confession comes unbidden, revealing thoughts I’m not ready to share.

  “What’s the point in having wings if you’re not going to fly.” Her lips brushing against my ear, give me courage to speak another truth.

  “I don’t want to fuck this up.”

  “Then don’t.”

  “I’ve never had any female friends and I’ve never wanted to date.”

  “So, I’m your first?”

  Instead of answering her question, I kiss her. The kiss is chaste, meant to say goodnight. However, the current flowing between us pulls me under and I get lost in her. Time stands still and all that exist is here and now. When Olivia reluctantly breaks the kiss, I know it’s time for me to leave.

  “Walk me to the door.” I say, releasing her before I beg her to let me stay.

  “Good night, Dorian.”

  “Good night, Olivia.” I leave without kissing her again because we both know it’s for the best.

  Monday morning, I wake up on cloud nine. Last night’s dinner with Olivia was a resounding success, resulting in an incredible night’s sleep. And that’s why some small part of me wishes that she was here next to me. Climbing out of bed, I hurry to the master bath, eager to reach Gray Wolff Studio. I rush through my shower, and the temptation to linger like I do most mornings is absent. It never even occurs to me to masturbate. After I shower and have breakfast, I make my way to the garage. Climbing behind the wheel of my metallic gray Aston Martin, reminds me of the night I met Olivia. I put the top down just as it was that night so many weeks ago.

  When I arrive at Gray Wolff Studio, pathetically I circle the parking lot to locate Olivia’s red Mercedes convertible. This is Hollywood so finding a red Mercedes should be easy. And it is, too easy in fact.
But finding Olivia’s car is made less challenging when I look for her NYC license plate instead. Shamelessly I have memorized it. I locate her car after four attempts. And as luck or fate would have it the space next to her car is empty. Forgoing my reserved parking space, I claim the spot. Once I’ve maneuvered my car into the small space, I climb out, careful not to ding Olivia’s car while exiting my vehicle.

  The walk across the parking lot gives me a few moments to think about my actions. Unfortunately, nothing seems to explain my obsession with her. And I can’t explain why I’ve broken all my rules just for a chance to get to know her. But I must be doing something right, because every kiss she bestows upon me is followed by a deep sigh that makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. It amazes me that my little temptress is still a virgin. And it confounds me that even though I don’t deserve such a precious gift, I will claim it for myself. I will have her virginity and her submission.

  The thought of Olivia crawling on her hands and knees begging for my cock swells it painfully. And I’m grateful for the time it takes me to reach the entrance of Gray Wolff Studio. But nothing could have deflated my erection faster than the sight of my girl with another man. Possessiveness fuels the fire in my veins, and I’m beyond asking permission to claim what’s mine. Stalking over to her, I pull Olivia into my arms and do what I’ve wanted to do since I open my eyes this morning. Kissing her deeply, she moans against my lips. The kiss last only a few seconds, and when she breaks the kiss the objection in her eyes chastises me. I had not intended such a public display. But I don’t regret it.

  “Do you greet all your friends this way?” She asks, before walking away from me and a slack jawed Eastman.

  Without a word to Eastman, I follow her. Leaving my quarrel with the security guard for another day. When I enter Olivia’s dressing room, I can see she’s not pleased with my actions.

  “Hello, Sunshine.”

  I call her sunshine because from the moment I met her that's what she's brought to my dark existence. But the need to sully her, to tarnish her a bit so maybe then I’ll be good enough for her, is overwhelming.

  “Do you greet all your friends that way?” She repeats.

  “Only my female friend.” I smirk.

  “A title I hold exclusively, if I’m to believe your claim.” She gives me a pointed look, and I know she’s seeking confirmation. “Why did you kiss me in front of everyone?”

  If I’m totally honest, which I always strive to be. We both know that what we have has gone beyond being just friends. We’ve been more than just friends since the day I spanked her ass.

  “I’m new to this so I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure friends don’t engage in the things we’ve done together.”

  “Are we dating, Dorian?” Her question catches me off guard and I don’t immediately respond. “Are we skipping the get to know you stage?”

  “Isn’t dating part of getting to know you?”

  “Yes, it is, but...”

  “Then there’s your answer. I kissed you so everyone will know you’re mine.”

  Glacier blue eyes stare back at me, and I watch her intently. Witnessing her cheeks flush pink and her teeth sink into her bottom lip to stop the hissing of her breath. The sight of her arousal is as beautiful as the woman herself.

  I don’t recognize my own voice when I say, “come here.” The command is clear, but there’s something else. Something I haven’t experienced in a long time. Doubt. What if she refuses? What if she views my high handedness as a turn off? And what if...

  Before I can finish the thought, she’s in my arms. The force of her body colliding against mine cause me to stumble slightly. I hold on to her, not sure if I can protect myself from the fall. Falling to the floor becomes irrelevant when Olivia’s deep sigh slides down my throat to my cock, hardening it.

  “Falling in love can be confusing.” The vivid memory causes my heart to race. Now that the drunken haze is gone, Colin’s words are made clear. I will risk my body to keep her from falling to the floor, but can I risk my heart by falling in love with her? My body tells me to risk everything, hold nothing back. When my head reminds me that it was my body that betrayed me, I break the kiss and step away from Olivia. And it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

  “I should go,” I manage to say, contrary to every bone in my body refusing to move. Olivia closes the distance between us, robbing me of my will to do anything except breathe her in. The air around us seem the sizzle with an energy powered by an unknown source. I refuse to name it, refuse to give credence to the notion that I’m falling in love with this angelic siren.

  “Take this with you,” she whispers against my lips.

  Her mouth covers mine in a searing kiss that fucking melts me, molding me to her. I can’t distinguish where she begins and where I end. The only thing that’s clear is that I never want to let her go.

  A tap at the door invites reality in and reluctantly we pull apart. Once again, I step back, but this time I turn and walk away. I don’t trust myself. I don’t trust that I will leave if I stare into her eyes and see my need reflecting back at me. And when she does not call out to stop me, I make a hasty retreat.

  The ladies from hair and makeup greet me with a smile as I walk past them. I don’t have to guess what they’re thinking; their giggles say it all. The rumor mill is in full circulation. No doubt the news of my very public kiss with Olivia has spread throughout Gray Wolff Studio by now.

  I make my way to my office on the thirtieth floor. My personal assistant tries to hide his smirk as I approach his desk. But fails epically. The fact that he knows me professionally and personally annoys the hell out of me. He knows how much this is out of character for me.

  “Good morning,” Mr. Wolff.

  Zach’s greeting sounds more like a question, piquing my curiosity.

  “Cut the crap, Zach. What have you heard?”

  “I heard that the polar ice cap is melting, and it’s not as frosty...”

  I’m not sure what Zach sees on my face, but he doesn’t finish the sentence. Taking a more professional tone he adds. “Miss Frost left you a voice message.”

  I enter my office and behind closed doors I grant myself permission to listen to Olivia’s voice message. The words jump out at me causing my heart to skip a beat. Not in panic, but in unadulterated joy. How can anyone believe she’s cold in any way? If they knew her like I... I banish the thought, when jealousy rears its ugly head. I don’t want anyone to know her like I do. I don’t want her to say these words to anyone but me. I listen to the message again, branding the words in my mind and heart.

  I want to be your favorite hello and your hardest goodbye.

  Olivia’s words stay with me all day, fueling my addiction for her. I haven’t been able to keep her out of my mind for more than ten minutes, which made the day especially long and hard. No pun intended. But what makes matters worse is the fact that I can’t see her tonight. A prior commitment I can no longer postpone will have my attention. The thought of dinner tonight with my attorney is what it takes to deflate my cock. To keep Olivia separate from this shit storm, I concentrate on finding a resolution rather than avoiding the problem. Unfortunately, answers don’t come readily. And by the time I’m walking across the parking lot to my car, I’m thinking of Olivia again. Wondering if she has gone home for the day. I get my answer when I find the parking spot next to mine empty. Disappointment assails me in waves, flipping my stomach and pounding my heart. I didn’t expect to feel such dismay at not seeing her again today.

  Arriving fifteen minutes later than expected, I park in the circular driveway of my attorney, Deacon Rush. I’m sure it’s annoyance I see on his face when I enter his study.

  “Thank you, Anita,” he says to his housekeeper, who retreats without a word.

  “Shall we get down to business?” Rush asks, wasting no time with pleasantries.

  “I think I’m going to need a drink first.”

  He points to the
bookcase surrounding a built-in bar. I help myself to the bottle of Glen Garioch. Pouring two fingers of scotch into a tumbler, I take the contents down in one quick swallow, barely noticing the smooth woodsy flavor on my tongue. I pour another drink before taking a seat on the club chair near the bar. Rush takes the seat directly across from me.

  “Have you come to a decision? Should I continue with the arrangements already in place?”

  Rush’s questions momentarily take me back to a similar conversation I had six months ago.

  “You’re listed as her emergency contact.” The voice on the other end of the phone said to me. After that everything the doctor said may as well been in a foreign language. I managed to hear the words psychiatric evaluation and suicide watch. I vaguely remember giving the doctor my attorney’s phone number before ending the call. However, I do recall the conversation with Rush after he had spoken with the doctor.

  “How do you want to handle this?” Rush asked, after I provided a little background information.

  “Ensure that the medical bills are paid for now.”

  And that was the last time we spoke of it. That is until three weeks ago when I received a request from the hospital asking that I consider visitations. I didn’t know what to do then and I still have no fucking clue how to rid myself of this problem.

  “Dr. Jamison sent her latest evaluation. She gave him authorization to share it with you. He said she wants you to know she’s getting better.” Rush’s voice brings me back to the present and the realization that I have decided what to do next.

  “I don’t care what’s in the file. You can burn it along with the visitation request.” I stand solidifying my decision. “Continue paying the medical bills but discontinue any further contact with Dr. Jamison. I don’t need updates and I will never visit her.”

  “Are you sure?” Rush questions. “She’s still your family.”

  Fisting the glass tightly in my hand, I finish my drink before rage shatters it.

  “My family died a long time ago.”

  Walking to the door, I bring an end to any unsolicited advice. Rush knows me well enough to know when my decision is final. I don’t wait for him to show me out. And I waste no time with goodbyes. I’m behind the wheel of my car with no destination in mind. I drive and keep driving.