“I can’t talk to doctors,” she joked. “According to my father I should only want a doctor to marry so I’ve sworn them off from my life. I can’t even be friends with them. It would give him too much pleasure.”
“What if I became a doctor?” I poked her arm. “Did you ever think of that?”
“I’d be coming down with all sorts of ailments. Dr. Lockhart, I have this strange scar, right down here,” she teased, pulling my hand down her body. “It’s more of an itch really. It’s sort of inside and SO deep,” she teased. “I think it needs checking.”
“Well, even if I don’t become a doctor I’m getting one of those lab coats and a stethoscope.” I licked my lips and tried not to get too visibly excited. “I could deal with that role play.” I didn’t move my hand away from where she’d put it. I liked being there, knowing I could have her at any time.
“Be honest,” she smiled. “Did you just come over to fuck me?”
“Nope. That just happened. I came over because I couldn’t stand it. Sure, I bet that was a part of it because I always want you, but this is more than a booty call. It’s a I really couldn’t imagine being without you call that happened to involve really awesome sex.”
“Mmmhmm, right,” she was so happy like this.
“Are you doubting the veracity of my statement?” I gave her a stern look.
“Big words little jock,” she teased, running a hand through my hair. “I’m just saying you didn’t spend much time talking before I made you. A girl can get the wrong idea with actions like that.” She stopped teasing. “Really though, I’m glad you came over. I kinda broke down in the one second I had to exist away from you.”
“First of all, I got a 2350 on my SAT thank you very much. Secondly, you’re probably right about getting the wrong idea, only it’s so wrong it’s right. Third, me too. Except probably not in the same way. As soon as my dad saw me he said lots of words I didn’t even pay attention to because it wasn’t you talking and then he went to bed. I just kept thinking how stupid it was that you were only six miles away.”
It was kind of ridiculous how attached we were. There were going to be times when we couldn’t be around each other and if this was any indication of what it was going to be like we would both not make it. “Oh! What if I became a lawyer. I could work with your mom.” I chuckled, giving her a prim look.
“Oh goody. What fun that would be for me,” she used a monotone this time. “You were very loose with them tonight. I didn’t even get to say that. We haven’t even had time. They know more about me now than they’ve known in several years.”
I narrowed my eyes, pinching my lips together. This was going to be delicate. “Is that bad? I’m sorry if I said too much. I was nervous and I just wanted to make a good impression and then I was just talking and had no idea how to stop.”
“Just talking,” she scoffed lightly. “Yup, I’d say that was correct.”
“How much trouble am I in?”
“You know I can’t stay mad at you… They loved you, by the way. Me, not so much.”
“They love you. They just don’t know how to show it in a normal way. The only reason your mother loved me was because I was telling her things about you. She might not love me so much once she finds out that I’m on your side, always.”
“That’s not true, you heard her. She wants you on my side. That’s a plus in her book. And don’t take her threats lightly. She will tear your life apart if you hurt me. But she liked you talking about you. She liked all of you. And I know exactly why. You’re honest Avery. You’re pretty to look at, you’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re honest.” She swallowed and looked over at me like she always did when she felt serious.
“Well, I can’t say as I’m sad about her liking me but I’m sad that you seem to think they like me better than you.” I cupped her cheek and brushed my thumb over her lips, trying to erase at least part of the look she had. “You’re honest. You just don’t talk to them a lot. You grew up in an environment with two strong personalities who had certain ideas about how to live. Of course, you’re going to want to please them and shape yourself into what you think they want.”
“It just never really seemed beneficial for me to talk until now,” she said meekly.
“You got to a point where you had to talk to them. Now, just think about this all as a way for you to get better at communicating with them and maybe then they’ll understand why you were quiet for so long.”
“I hate communicating,” she said grumpily. “I just want people to read my mind. Why’s that so hard?”
“As great as it would be for me to be able to read all your dirty thoughts I think it’s for the best that telepathy isn’t a real thing. We’d really never get anything done at all. Unlike you, I cannot check out for the rest of the semester,” I groaned.
“Uh-oh,” she said. “Anything I can help you with?”
“Only if you can pretend to be me for the AP Calculus test next Friday and get an A.”
“I can tutor you,” she said. “Would it help if I rewarded you?”
“Maybe,” I considered. “With the right reward.”
“Which would be?” She raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
“A surprise. I don’t want to pick my own reward. I want it to come from your very sexy brain.”
I tried not to squirm, laying there thinking about her tutoring me. I wasn’t sure we’d get much work done.
“I’m not too good with surprises like that but I’m sure I can come up with something if it’ll help,” she said. “You’re on.”
“Good. Maybe I’ll actually manage to get a decent grade this time.” My eyes rolled remembering the last C I got. It hurt me. I wasn’t like Olivia. It was an effort for me. Math wasn’t my thing. I was too hyper to sit there and understand numbers.
“Baby, I mean it, I can help you. No one is just good at these things. It takes practice. The only reason I’ve got it down is because I’m obsessive and I have been since I was very young.”
“And I haven’t exactly been a hundred percent there in class the last few weeks.”
“We can make time,” she said. “Nothing intense.”
I rolled over on my stomach, sneaking in even closer, burying my face in her side. “Oh, you’ll make time for me, will you? You know this means we have a good excuse to be over at each other’s houses late, right?”
“We’re engaged,” Olivia said flatly. “We don’t need a good excuse. But you’re right,” her tone changed. “I should’ve checked my calendar before committing. I might have more important things to tend to. My world can’t just stop because of you.”
I fell back, putting a hand to my chest. “Oh, my God, you’ve wounded me. How can I ever-” I pretended to die, plopping down on the bed and letting my eyes roll closed.
“No, no, no, no,” she cooed, sitting up and reaching over to me. “Look what I’ve done? I can’t live,” she said, dipping down and kissing my cheeks. “Come back to me love, please?” She kissed me again. “Oh please, come back, please,” she cried.
“Only if you keep kissing me,” I mumbled into her lips.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, kissing me. “I knew you were a faker.” I felt her teeth bite down on my bottom lip and tug. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to cry wolf?” She kissed me again, falling onto me and using her whole body to taste. “I shouldn’t be rewarding you for that but I so wanted to kiss you anyway,” she kissed me again hungrily, her hands at my face all the while.
“Mmm,” I rumbled. Her teeth were too delicate for my taste. Sometimes I wanted it harder and right now was one of those times. “I won’t say no to kissing you ever so I accept your punishment and can only ask for more of that thing you did to my lip.” Other places too but I didn’t say it, not yet. I wanted to see what she would say. “I want everyone to know I’m yours and you’re mine.”
“And how can they know?” She asked, smiling dazedly from the kissing that made her feel sane.
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p; “I should just get your name tattooed on my chest but your bites would be good too. I can just point and say. Yep, Olivia did that to me after I ran six miles to see her.”
“We’re seeing your dad tomorrow, lil devil. I will not be the one leaving bite marks on your lips. Your neck… However…” She moved in teasingly. I felt her wet tongue come out and tease, no teeth yet present. “You sure you want him thinking I’m that kinda girl?” She knew exactly what she was saying.
“I really don’t care what he thinks about me but I don’t want him to think badly of you.” I pouted, drawing my eyebrows together. “This isn’t fair.”
“Tell me about it,” she groaned.
“I was more thinking about people at school anyway. They’re going to start talking when we walk in together.” I smiled, devious and considering. I didn’t care for the gossip mill of Huntington but I did like surprising them.
“They’ll have a lot to talk about seeing as I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you,” her breathing sped. I felt her teeth nip at my neck and her body rub on mine. “Shit,” she said. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to stay away from you to not make marks. Now that you planted the seed it’s all I want to do,” she moved to let me be.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I flipped over onto her. “You’re not allowed to stop yet.” I looked down at her, one eyebrow curving up.
“I’ll bite you,” she pouted. “Just hold my hands.” She’d placed them down on the bed at either side of her head, backsides down.
“You should bite. Just do it somewhere lower. Like here.” I supported myself with one hand while I pointed to a point right where my breast began to curve.
“There?” She asked, locking her eyes with mine and considering it. I felt her slide her body down to prepare herself. She used an elbow to prop herself up perfect as she took her right hand and squeezed my breast hard, ghosting her tongue out and taking it back. “I can,” she teased, not doing it.
“Olivia Eaton Holbrook. You do your duty by your future wife right now.” I gave her the steeliest gaze I could, still keeping a straight face.
Her eyes seemed to widen along with her smile as she leaned up and bit me hard, sucking in at my skin as she squeezed my breast at the same time, no mercy, no care. All it took was the order.
I nearly fell over from just the look she gave me but then I heard her growl. My body spasmed and I fell into her, causing her to fall back.
“You can’t stop now,” I breathed.
“What’ll you have me do, love?” She asked breathless and flushed. “At this rate I’ll have to eat you alive. Is that what you want?” I felt her hands at my bare sides, pulling my body into her center. She was definitely turned on.
I rolled off of her and onto my back. “Here.” I pointed to a spot just inside my hip. “Here.” Another to the side of my belly button. “And here.” I reached down, smoothing my hand right over my sex and over to a point on the inside of my thigh. I pulled my hair out from under my head and got comfortable. “In order.”
Olivia turned over, placing her body over mine but not touching me just bracing herself. “I like you like this,” she said, staring down at me and getting ready, she seemed hungry, happy. I hadn’t scared her or insulted her. I hadn’t done anything except please. She brought a hand down to my face and ran it over my cheek, her thumb brushing my lip. “You’re pretty,” she said.
“You’re prettier,” I sighed. “And I like being with you like this.” I blinked and fidgeted, placing my hand on top of hers. “Now, get to work.”
“Okay,” she said, laughing just a bit. I felt her move down my body. She didn’t even warn me. No second to prepare or gather. As soon as she went down she went down hard. I felt her teeth on the skin near my hip. Her fingers spread out on my sides, completely touching me. I couldn’t even feel the bulk of it before she’d moved to the next space and bit. I heard a growl, my body loosening just a moment from her sound before she shifted again.
This time she didn’t do it right away.
I felt her there but then she shifted to the other side, her breathing loud and almost like light laughter.
“Are you laughing at me?” I raised my head up and peered down at her head bent over me.
“No,” she said, smiling up but not looking at me. “You just have a really nice body,” she half laughed, sinking down and kissing the spot on the opposite side of my thigh where I had wanted her to bite. “Every time I bite you it’s like I’m pinching myself.” Her eyes flew up to mine and she looked at me in that way, soft and thankful. Her look almost breathed the words: thank you...
“Okay,” she said. When she dipped down though she didn’t bite. She licked between my folds, surprising me. I jolted and held myself on the bed. In that moment though she did shift and she did bite. I felt her teeth hard on my inner thigh and I gasped miserably, unable to receive all of the feelings.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Right there.” I reached down and pressed her to my body, encouraging her to do more, get closer. “Again.”
I felt her bite again at my urging. Her hands were secure on my upper thighs and she had leverage on her side. She wasn’t scared at all. Wasn’t mad. I felt her chest drag up on my center and excite me. Then she lowered herself near my sex as if knowing what I’d possibly jump to ask.
“Olivia.” I said her name to make sure she knew I was still in control. My hand slipped down my stomach and into my folds, parting them, feeling myself in front of her face. “Here,” I demanded.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she awkwardly laughed, looking down and thinking. She dipped her tongue inside and taunted my clit up, sucking it lightly between her lips, her teeth not in play, her tongue still teasing as she sucked. I felt her hand hard on my inner thigh, keeping me from moving down there.
“Just not hard.” I pushed the words out through the haze of sensation.
She dropped me for just a second. “Okay,” she said, sucking me lightly again, this time trying ever so carefully just to bite. I felt her teeth rub slowly, trying their best not to completely press down.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, accelerating things. “Baby,” she breathed needly, her teeth holding onto my clit before sucking again. She was being careful but sweet. Her lips placing more pressure than her teeth. When she hummed on me again I completely lost control.
“Inside. Now.” I bucked into her, demanding and strong.
She slipped down and pressed into me. My walls instantly tightened, legs tense as her hands squeezed and I felt her fucking me quickly. She unwound me and I felt all the spaces throb where she had just been.
She pushed into me hard, not caring if I might be sensitive while she licked.
I made the mistake of opening my eyes.
She was staring. Eyes directly on me.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, our eyes locked and she went a little faster.
I came in a quick burst, seating myself on her fingers and trying to ride her out. I was sure it was impossible for me to have this many orgasms in one night before this. Now, I knew that she could do anything, take me anywhere.
“That was…” I reached down and pulled her up to my chest. “We’re doing that again soon.”
I’d pulled her up to get her to rest but her lips were on my nipple and she was sucking as her hand pushed down on my hip needily and she took her time to let go. “Sorry,” she panted. “You’re just so sexy when you tell me what to do.”
I felt her pull up on my body and rest her head in the crook of my neck. “It’s hard to stop,” she breathed. I felt her hands on the mattress on either side of me. She was trying to stop herself touching.
“You’re going to drive me crazy if you keep trying to stop yourself. So.” I lifted up a little, putting my arms underneath hers and turning to toss her on her back. She looked surprised but I didn’t have a lot of time to look before I was all the way down her body, parting her with my tongue, licking her again, taking what was mine.
The moan
s she let out were intense and human. I could tell she wasn’t controlling anything right now. She was so ready and so wet that I almost cried with how great she felt. I wanted her to feel the same thing that I felt when she was biting me. I was hers.
I scooted into her, lifting her off the bed, entering her with my tongue. It was wonderful but she instantly came. I guess she was telling the truth. It really didn’t take much. I felt her hands pull at my hair as she tried to come down from her fast orgasm. In a lot of ways she was like a small animal. So easy to tease and please. She cried out one long pained cry, trying to roll onto her side.
I eased her back down to the bed and let her settle. All two minutes of it had been great but now I could see she was done in. I stayed there between her legs, watching her recover. “Are you going to make it?”
“Maybe,” she joked. She was holding herself between her legs with both of her hands, her eyes shut up tight, her forehead scrunched. “Sorry,” she huffed out a breath. “I’m pretty sensitive with you.”
“Don’t apologize. I take it as a compliment.” I settled onto her stomach, laying the side of my face on her skin. “We should just not ever leave this room.”
“I’d like that,” she panted. Her hand coming slowly down onto my hair and then feeling it.
“We could build a fort and hide inside if someone came to check on us.” It was silly but I wanted to protect this tiny bubble we’d made. School would change our lives again. We would have something other than one another to worry about.
“Or we could just be smart and move in together,” she said.
I lifted up, placing my hands on either side of her. “What?” She was serious. Her face had no hint of a smile on it. “How?”
“Any way,” she said. “Our parents know now. We’re actually engaged, it isn’t puppy love or something light. We’re serious. They can see. My mom was happy. Your dad’s scared of losing you. We have options. And there’s always Stanford but that seems an eternity to wait to live together. I know I sound dramatic. I’m sorry. I’m always adding more things onto our plate.”
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