“Should we do this in here?” She nervously squirms beneath him, trying to line up their bodies.
Busying both hands, with her sensitive breasts, his mouth nibbles down the side of her neck. In between bites, he answers. “Yes it’s fine. The owner is a personal friend of mine.” He looks up at her and grins.
Within seconds, he has found his way inside her dress and has his hands on bare breasts. Teasing her, he keeps her nipples hard and taut as every nerve ignites an insatiable desire that makes her body start to tremble. She can feel his cock, thick and as hard as a steel rod, rubbing against her through his pants as he pushes his hips forward. Not being able to curb her desire any longer she runs her hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants and starts to undo his belt. She’s fumbling with it, trying to unlatch it when she has a strange flash back of struggling with the same black leather belt. Ethan lifts his head when she stops dead. “What’s wrong?”
She looks at him confused. “I’m having a weird kind of déjà vu.”
He thinks about the night at her house, the fever, and the only way he could get her into the bathtub. Reaching down, he undoes the buckle for her, keeping eye contact the whole time. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’d remember if you’d been in my pants before.” With his belt now undone, she slides down his zipper and his thick, hard cock springs free. She’s not surprised by the size of it as she runs her hand along him from tip to base, making him moan.
Grabbing her hand, he stops her. “Wait here, don’t move.” Taking a step backwards, he takes a good long look at her before he turns and walks over to the desk. Opening the bottom drawer, he takes out a condom as Olivia watches with eager anticipation from her spot at the door. It doesn’t occur to her to move. She’s been told not to. Returning, he holds up the condom for her to see.
“You and the Owner must be really good friends.” She muses as she grabs a belt loop on each side and pulls his pants down quickly. Stepping out of them, he kicks them to the side. Opening the package, he rolls it over his shaft as she watches, getting her first full look at his impressive size. When he’s ready, he presses his hard muscled chest against her while lifting her dress and getting a hold of her underwear, roughly yanking them down. He has no thoughts of tender moments or romantic gestures, only a desire to sink his dick deep inside her. He’s been thinking about it for weeks, stroking himself often to the thought of how good she would feel. He can’t wait any longer.
She gasps for air as he lifts her suddenly and forces her back against the door so hard that her feet lift off the ground. Sliding his hands under her ass, he supports her until she wraps her legs around him. Sliding his rigid cock along her slick folds he finds her opening and pushes into her impatiently, wrongfully assuming that his entry would be assisted by the ample lubrication already dripping between her legs. She winces and then tenses, forcing him to slow down his penetration. He groans. It’s been THREE YEARS for her. In his haste to get inside her, he had forgotten. Taking in a long deep breath, he tries to calm himself. Pushing in a few inches at a time, he groans as he slows his approach and guardedly slides into her pussy. He knows that he’s not going to last long with her squeezing around him so tightly. He wasn’t expecting her to be so tight and despite his lust and the incredible feeling of being inside her, he has thoughts about her comfort. Lifting his head, he looks into her eyes. “You feel amazing, baby. Are you ok?” He stalls his movements waiting for her answer and praying that she gives him the green light to continue. His dick twitches inside her, lengthening further and pleading for release.
Not wanting him to stop, Olivia tries to hide her discomfort. “Yes I’m fine. Just fuck me.” She arches her back, forcing her hips towards him and pushing him in further. He has no regard for subtlety at this moment, his control waning a long time ago. Want will no longer be ignored. He growls at the feeling of her sliding over him further. Tighter. Having found a way to free her breasts from the top of her dress he lowers his mouth and sucks the pink tender nipple into it as he begins pumping himself into her tight pussy in a heavy rhythm. Knowing that she needs this, she tries to hide any sign of the anguish that’s starting to build inside her. “Harder.” She begs as her body twitches with desire, his every touch making her groan. The burning need inside her swells and squeezes around him, making her ignore the uncomfortable fullness caused by his girth. This is exactly what she needs!
Without warning the weight of his body against her makes her feel claustrophobic. The heavy thud of his flesh against hers echoes in her ears. The intense passion she was feeling is suddenly lost to feelings of distress. She tries to talk herself through it. Please no. just a few more minutes. She can’t focus on the pleasure any more and she’s unable to enjoy the feel of his mouth on her breasts or his hands as they explore her body. The intensity of her anxiety is so overwhelming that she’s holding her breath. All she can feel is the intense pounding between her legs and the feeling that she’s going to lose consciousness at any minute. She wants to ask him to stop, but she’s aware that he’s about to reach his release and she refuses to deny him of that. Not a chance!
She wanted this so bad that she asked him for it, now she just wants it to be over with, her anxiety so overwhelming that there is no way she will reach an orgasm. She grimaces when Ethan grunts, emptying himself into her with one last needy thrust. Completely oblivious to her anxiety.
She remembers to breathe and closes her eyes as he lowers her feet to the ground. He has barely softened and still inside her, fully aware that she didn’t finish. Not on his watch, he won’t allow it. Moving slowly inside her again, he intends to continue until he has given her pleasure. Putting her hands against his chest, she tries to push him away. “Ethan, stop.”
He ignores her. “Not until you to come for me.” He whispers through labored breath.
She can’t take anymore, the sensitivity of her swollen clit almost painful. “I did.” She lies and he doesn’t believe her for a single moment. Groaning as he runs his hands over her body heightening his arousal, he starts to lengthen again. “I want more.”
Her body goes rigid; her hands push against his chest. “Ethan! Stop! I can’t.” She shakes her head. “I can’t!” Her strained, frightened voices makes him stop immediately and gently withdraw. Nuzzling his way up her neck and across her jawbone, he’s about to claim her lips in a kiss when she turns her head. He barely manages to contain his frustration. “Ok. I’m sorry.”
When Ethan returns from the private bathroom the office door is open and Olivia is gone. Leaving the office, he walks back into the bar where Scott is standing like a soldier with his arms folded waiting for him. Ignoring Scott’s militant look he scans the room for her. “Did you see where Olivia went?”
“She left.” Scott is not successful in holding back his angry tone.
“What?” Ethan is confused. “Why did she leave? How did she leave? I drove her here.”
Scott raises his eyebrows at him. “You tell me why she left. Rachel said it looked like she was going to cry. She went after her to make sure she’s ok.”
Ethan is alarmed. “Cry? I don’t understand. Everything was fine just a minute ago.”
A cab pulls up at the curb and Olivia heads straight for it. Arriving at the same moment, John McCabe sees her and rushes to open the cab door. “Good evening, Miss James.”
She looks up at him and nods, afraid if she speaks he’ll know, but it doesn’t matter, he senses it anyways. “Is everything ok?” Olivia unzips her purse to get out her wallet, forgetting that her panties are right on top. She scooped them up off the floor and stuffed them in there in her haste to leave. Pulling them out, she scrunches them into a ball, hiding them in her clenched fist.
“Yes, everything is fine. Here.” She hands them to John. “Please make sure your boss gets these.” Curious, he holds out his hand and she drops the balled up undergarment into it and then slams the cab door closed. As the cab drives away, John unfolds the material and holds up her pan
ties. He looks over at Rachel who puts her hands over her face in dismay. Shoving them into his pocket, he shakes his head and exhales harshly, afraid to ask what kind of trouble his friend has gotten himself into now.
Extremely pissed off, Rachel heads back inside and has the urge to wrap her hands around Ethan’s neck as he walks towards her.
“Where’s Olivia?”
“In a cab on her way home.” She glares at him and raises her voice in anger. “What part of take things slow and be patient didn’t you understand?” She punches at his arm. “Dumbass.”
Ethan looks lost. “You think I did something to upset her? She was the one who…” He pauses as he starts putting everything together. The way her body suddenly went rigid when he touched her. The look of desire that turned to despair as he claimed her. Lying about having an orgasm. “Shit.” Ethan looks horrified as he realizes that she’s been the victim of the violence in her past… physically abused obviously. Raking his hands through his hair, he begins to pose a question. “She ….” He pauses, not able to bring himself to say the words and unfortunately, he doesn’t have to, the tears forming in Rachel’s eyes confirm it. Closing his eyes, his shoulders slouch, letting his hands fall heavily at his side. “FUCK!”
Rachel pushes past him and into the comforting embrace of her husband. Scott looks over at Ethan with an angry stare. “Christ, O’Connell! Can’t you keep your dick in your pants?”
Ethan has his phone in his hand and repeatedly hits redial. “She’s not answering. I’m going over there.”
Rachel turns to look at him and sniffles. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
He gets his keys out of his pocket. “I have to make sure she’s ok. You might find it hard to believe but I care about the girl.” He’s furious now and he directs it at Rachel. “For fuck sakes, Rachel. You should have told me.”
Scott’s eyes meet his in a hard stare. “Watch it O’Connell! That’s my wife you’re talking to.”
Ethan twists his neck, rubbing it with his hand trying to release the tension in it and calms his voice. “You’re right. I’m sorry Rachel.”
She tries to settle her husband. “It’s ok, Scott. I should have told him.” Rachel wishes she had told him. She realizes now that she pretty much sent him on a suicide mission and now Olivia is upset and Scott is going to be livid that she ignored his warning.
She sends Ethan on his way. “GO! Make sure she is ok.”
Ethan flies out the front door and passes John, who is busy trying to defuse an argument between two men who have had too much to drink. He calls after him. “Ethan? Where are you going?”
“I need to see Olivia!” He hurries to the car.
“Ethan, wait! I need to talk to you.” Standing between the two combative men, he’s unable to follow him. He summons one of the other security guards to come and take over.
“Tomorrow.” Ethan yells out the open window as he pulls away.
Rachel suddenly has a bad feeling about him going over there unannounced and decides she should send Olivia a warning by text.
From Rachel: Don’t be mad Ethan is on his way there.
Sitting on the couch in the dark, Olivia tries to decide how she feels about what just happened.
From Olivia: Did you tell him about Sam?
From Rachel: No, but he knows something upset you
She should have known he wouldn’t just let her leave. He would have no idea that she was upset unless Rachel said something. She sighs, it doesn’t matter much now, he’ll be there soon.
Heading in to the bathroom she splashes cool water on her face and quickly brushes her hair. Determined not to show him any signs of vulnerability she squashes her emotions deep down inside so that he will never know how scarred and broken her past has left her.
Ethan is furious with himself. He knew he was making a mistake when he agreed to her arrangement. His intuition warned him that she was lying when she said she could handle it, but he ignored it to fulfill his need for her. The two-block drive to her townhouse feels like it takes forever. Parking, he makes his way through the back yard preparing himself to find her in an extremely fragile emotional condition. The light is on and he can see the TV through the window. He knocks on the door and nervously waits.
“Come in.”
He turns the handle and pushes the door open. “Olivia? It’s Ethan.” He searches the living room but doesn’t see her until she appears from the kitchen drying her hands on a tea towel. Having done a great job pulling herself together, she stops and stares at him showing no emotion on her face.”Back for more already?”
He’s shocked. “No, I came to check on you. I was worried.”
“I’m fine. Sit down.” She motions to the couch. “Do you want a drink?”
“No thanks.” He’s astounded at her behavior and sits on the couch searching her face for some kind of clue as to what’s going on. Her eyes are a little red and her eyeliner smudged slightly but she appears to be astonishingly OK.
Olivia would prefer that her past remains completely hidden from him, but it’s too late... he knows, she can see it written all over his face. She will not allow him to come in and pity her or protect her… or whatever the reason is that he’s come.
“Why did you leave like that? Are you ok?” He asks with a nervous tone. She stares at his body, and it makes her painfully aware that her earlier desire has yet to be sated, and wanting to get him between her legs again. She can’t think of a better way to avoid having that conversation with him. She remembers her sister’s advice. Take Control. She tosses the tea towel onto the chair and makes her way over to where he’s sitting on the couch and stands in front of him.
“I’m fine.” Without hesitation, she moves in as close as she can and drops one knee to the edge of the couch beside him. Throwing her other leg over top of him, she straddles his lap. Her unexpected behavior has him concerned but he’s paralyzed beneath her. She runs her hands across his chest and lowers her mouth to kiss his neck, stopping every once in awhile to suck a little bit of tender skin into her mouth and nibbling. Ethan’s body responds immediately and he struggles to remember why he’s there. Grabbing her hands, he stops their movement. “Olivia! Don’t. Stop.”
She sits back a bit and looks at him. “I don’t want to stop.” Her demeanor is determined, almost defiant.
“We need to talk about what happened at the bar.”
She has already decided she will not let her past stop her from having this. Protective walls 10 feet high and 3 feet thick guard her emotions. “I don’t need to talk, I’m fine.” She adjusts her position moving her knees forward so that they press against his hips and rolls her body, rubbing her already moist cleft over his now lengthening cock. Releasing her, he lets his hands fall heavily to his sides.
“Stop saying that. You’re not fine. ” His chest heaves with his obvious arousal and he fights the urge to touch her. One by one, she unbuttons his shirt and when she’s done, she runs her fingertips across his bare chest, sliding the shirt to the side and off his shoulders. His tattoo is now in sight and she lowers his lips and kisses along its dark outline. He groans under her touch and sits up for a moment, away from the back of the couch so he can rid himself of his shirt altogether. Leaning back, he pulls her with him so she’s lying against his chest, her breasts crushed against him. Reaching for his hands, she grasps them and lifts them to her hips.
He whispers his warning. “Olivia, if I touch you right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.” The thought makes her tummy squeeze and heat spread between her legs. She continues to encourage him, moving his hands to her thighs placing them one on each side as she moves her hips forward and continuing to masturbate herself against the head of his cock. Raging heat washes over her as the wetness of her arousal starts to saturate the material of his jeans.
The bottom of her dress covers her from his view while he still struggles with his conscience. He doesn’t move until she takes control and pushe
s his hands further up her thighs under the dress. He exhales harshly as the warm soft feel of her flesh brushes across the palm of his hands. When his cock throbs and pulses painfully in his pants, he realizes that he has come unprepared. He’s never had sex without a condom before but he can’t fight it anymore, his control almost completely dissolved; he takes over, running his hands along her thighs with a hungry desire. Grasping them, he pulls her hips forward so she’s firmly pressed against his dick and then caresses the smooth warm skin across her back. Making his way down to her bottom and cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly, he realizes his hands have met with bare skin. Alarmed, his body stiffens beneath her as he pulls back enough so he can see her face. “Where are your panties?” He growls harshly.
She moans as his hands continue to explore her. “I left them behind.” In one fluid movement, he grabs the bottom of her dress and strips it off over her head. His eyes trailing down her, now completely naked body. His voice hits a hard tone. “You took a cab home without wearing any underwear?” He’s distracted by the full view of her breasts as she leans forward and brushes them across his lips.
Olivia is lost in the sensation between her legs as it gains strength, a delicious pleasure building inside her. His hand slides across her wet swollen folds and finds her most sensitive spot with the pad of his thumb. Moving with expertise, he rubs her with just the right pressure. She finally answers through panted breaths. “Yes.” As he takes her breast in his mouth and teases her nipple with his tongue, he growls against her sensitive skin. “We’ll talk about that later.” Right now, he just wants to get this perfect pink flesh into his mouth.
Leaning back, she undoes his pants. The feel of him through the material, is no longer satisfying. Lifting his hips slightly, he guides them down to his thighs giving her full access to his painfully hard erection. They both moan as she moves her hips on top of him rubbing her clit against him without the fabric between them. Running her hands through his hair, she lifts her hips as he adjusts his position underneath her. She doesn’t care that he’s not protected. She wants to feel his cock inside her, naked, nothing between them. She wants that more than anything else right now. When she lowers herself, she can feel him in place pushing against her ready to enter and she’s ready for him.
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