by Amy Brent
“Hey there, champ,” he said. “Need a drink?”
“A celebratory drink, yes,” I said.
“Oh, celebrating are we? And what is the special occasion?”
“I told Olivia I loved her.”
Chad’s eyes widened before he got to work behind the bar. He put down the syrups he was filling and began making us both margaritas. He added an extra shot of tequila each before he rounded the bar, and then he sat next to me before we clinked plastic cups.
“To admitting the truth,” Chad said.
“To the next leg of the race,” I said.
“So, what happened? When did all this take place?”
“Over the weekend, like you told me I should do.”
“Nice to know I’m finally being listened to,” he said. “So, what was the grand gesture?”
“I tracked her down to her mother’s and drove over to see her.”
“Oh, shit,” he said. “You met the mom, too?”
“Well, you gotta understand I wasn’t meeting her for the first time. I met her all the way back in high school.”
“Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting you two go way back. So, how’d you find her?”
“A quick search on the internet refreshed my memory of where her mother lived,” I said. “Then, I just drove. Got there at almost two o’clock Monday morning, and she met me out on the porch. I think she heard me pull up or something.”
“Did you jump her bones and give her a sloppy kiss?” Chad asked.
“No, that was later. I did give her the spiel, though. About how I was sorry for breaking her heart in high school and how I was an idiot back then. I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice, so I came for her. And I told her that. Then, I told her I loved her.”
“How’d she take it?” Chad asked.
“She said it back, dude,” I said, smiling.
“Oh, you should see the goofy smile on your face right now,” he said, smiling. “Did you stay there with her and her mom?”
“Oh, I most certainly did. We defiled her childhood room like we’d wanted to so many times in high school. It was incredible.”
“Of course, you did,” he said. “Seems both of you get off on that risky shit.”
“And it’s a different facet of her personality I’ll greatly enjoy exploring,” I said, grinning.
“So, how did her mom take it? I assume you guys saw her the next morning, unless you snuck out like the little dog you are.”
“Nah, we stayed for breakfast,” I said. “Her mom was surprisingly happy. She went on this little tangent about how she never thought Olivia really got over me. Olivia was so fucking embarrassed, it was great. I was half expecting her to bust out the naked baby pictures before I told her about Destiny.”
“Oh, shit. You interrupted that awesome conversation with some bullshit drama?”
“I actually asked her for her help,” I said. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to resolve the Destiny thing without her, so I told her what happened. About how she came to the bar screaming and cussing and about how she threatened my life.”
“Yeah, I was good and all right until that happened,” Chad said.
“But yeah. She helped me without batting an eye. She’s incredible, Chad. I never should’ve let her go the first time.”
“You actually sound like you’re in love,” he said. “It’s a new look on you, but it looks good.”
“He always looks good,” Olivia called out.
I whipped my head around and saw Olivia walking toward us. The smile that ricocheted across my cheeks caused my best friend to smile. I felt Chad tapping me on my arm, and it killed me to rip my gaze away from that beautiful woman. But once I did, I found the stern stare of the man who’d tried so hard to keep me on track for the past four years.
“Don’t fuck this up,” he said. “You’ve screwed over enough people. It’s time to accept that you can be happy with a woman.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”
“What’s he promising you now?” Olivia asked, smirking.
“Something he better keep,” Chad said. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Oh, no. I’m fine. Thank you, though. Actually, you’re Chad, right?”
“The one and only,” he said, nodding.
“I want to apologize for an outburst that happened a couple days ago,” she said. “Apparently, a woman came into your beautiful establishment ranting and raving at Wesley. My earlier warning apparently didn’t stick, and I’m sorry I didn’t address it any sooner than now.”
“I promise it’s all right,” Chad said. “I take it you and Wesley are safe?”
“I don’t know,” Olivia said. “Wesley, have you heard from our friend at all since we paid her a visit?”
“Oh shit,” Chad said. “You went to go see her?”
Olivia gave me a look, but all I did was nod my head. I knew Olivia was looking for permission to continue the story, scared of revealing too much to someone I might not want as informed as she was.
“We did,” Olivia said. “We returned the items in question and then served her with papers.”
“You’re suing her?” Chad asked.
“No, we just showed her the papers of what we would be countersuing with should she press charges,” I said. “Everything from intimidation to multiple counts of threatening bodily harm.”
“Whoa, you don’t hold back, do you?” Chad asked.
“Not when it comes to threatening someone’s life, I don’t,” Olivia said.
“Have you heard from her since?” Chad asked.
“Hasn’t contacted me at all,” I said. “Olivia?”
“I got a text message from her early this morning stating, among other things, that she had no intentions of pressing charges. She did imply that she might be seeking a restraining order against you, but I have a feeling it’s not going to go through. The moment she files something like that, it’ll go straight to Nelson, and Nelson will take care of it.”
“Do you have the text message?” Chad asked.
“Yep,” she said. “Printed it out and filed it away for safe keeping just in case my phone does something weird.”
“That’s a good woman you got there, Wesley. Don’t fuck it up.”
“Ah, was that the promise you made?” Olivia asked.
“Maybe part of it, yes,” I said.
“And the other part?”
“You’ll just have to find that out later,” I said, winking. “At any rate, Chad and I were celebrating some victories, but it sounds like we have some victories of our own to celebrate.”
“All right,” Chad said. “This doesn’t sound like a conversation that concerns me. Wesley, if you were looking for your work schedule, you’re off tonight. But you work Wednesday and on through the weekend, so brace yourself.”
“Bracing already occurring. Come on, Olivia. Why don’t we go celebrate?”
“Well, I do have a couple more loose ends to tie up, and maybe some things to shred at my office before we get together. I’ll meet you at your house?”
“Sounds good,” I said. “I’ve got some things I should do anyway. Groceries and all that. I’ll see you back at my place, say, in three hours?”
“Sounds perfect, Wes.”
Chapter 32
Olivia
I went straight to Wesley’s home from the cabana and started setting everything up. By the time he got home, I wanted him to be more surprised than ever. I had plans for us this evening, and none of it required food. Neither of us would put an ounce of food between our teeth until I had eaten my fill of his body.
I slipped out of my clothes and slipped into the lingerie I’d purchased that morning. The light pink fabric contrasted with my sun-kissed skin beautifully. My skin was usually a bit paler than this, but with all the hanging out at the cabana I was doing, my skin had taken on a very youthful glow. The fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, with my tits spilling out of the top of the push-
up bra. My body shivered in anticipation when I heard Wesley’s door open.
“Olivia!” he said. “I see you beat me here.”.
I came out of his room and started down the steps. One by one, I took the stairs, hearing them creak underneath my feet as I slowly came into view. The moment Wesley looked up at me, he stopped, his eyes raking over my body as I sashayed halfway down the steps.
“Olivia,” Wesley said. “You look…”
Without another sound uttered, I began to sway my hips. I hummed a song to myself, twisting my rounded hips around. The thong I had on tugged at my ass cheeks, making them bounce for Wesley while I slowly danced. When I had my fill of gyrating in front of him, I found him poised at the bottom of the steps.
I held a hand up and grinned. “Uh uh. Only looking and no touching for you.”
Wesley groaned as my fingers slowly unhooked my bra. My tits fell against my body, puckered to their almost painful peaks as I tossed the piece of fabric at Wesley. He caught it between his teeth, shaking it a bit before he dropped it from his mouth. I could see his eyes devouring me, and a bulge showed his cock had roared to life behind his pants.
Slowly, I shimmied down my thong. The wet spot on the fabric glistened for us both, and I tossed the puny fabric at him. He didn’t even have the forethought to catch it this time. Instead, it simply landed on his shoulder as he watched me descend the staircase. I spread my legs wide for him, propping my foot up against the railing as my glistening pussy beckoned to Wesley. He dropped to his knees, his eyes begging to get closer to me.
But all I did was shake my head.
My fingertips slid down my body, tweaking my nipples as my pussy jumped at him. Wesley licked his lips, no doubt wanting a taste of what I had to offer, but he remained at bay while I teased him. My fingertips slid down my body, passing through my folds as Wesley groaned once again. Quickly, my fingers found my clit, and I began to pleasure myself for him while he watched.
“Oh, Wes,” I said. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“Please, let me touch you,” he said.
“Just be patient,” I said breathlessly.
My chest was already panting, and my legs were already shaking. Wesley’s body was tense, poised and ready to pounce the moment I was done. My juices dripped down my slit, slicking my entrance just for Wesley’s multiple intrusions. I wanted to experience all of him. Every single part of his house pressed against my back as he fucked me stupid.
But not before I absolutely drove him wild.
“Fuck, Olivia. Come on. Please.”
I pretended like he was touching me because I knew it would drive him insane with lust. “Oh, shit. Yes, Wes. Your tongue. Oh, fuck. I love the way you lick me. Yes.”
“You can let me lick you now,” he said. “I’ll lick you however long you want me to. Please, Olive.”
My hips arched off the staircase as I began to buck into my hand. I could feel myself approaching my end as my thighs began to clench. My toes curled around the banister as my head lobbed back, and as my orgasm crashed over my body, I called out Wesley’s name into his home.
“Yes! Wesley. Holy fuck. Just like that. Oh, shit, Wes!”
The moment my back dropped to the staircase, he barreled up the steps. He scooped me up into his arms and pulled me into his body, but before his lips could crash upon mine, I’d already slid in between his legs. I pulled his sweatpants down his body, exposing his lack of underwear before I groaned in wanton lust.
“Oh, such a bad boy,” I said devilishly. “Is this all for me?”
Before Wesley could answer, my mouth was wrapped around his cock. He sighed, resting back onto the staircase as I continued to work his pants off his ankles. I reveled in his twitching thighs as his hands wrapped into the tendrils of his hair. I wanted him to lose himself in me. I wanted him to fuck my face and use my body for whatever nefarious purposes he desired.
I hummed around his cock as he began to move my head. Up and down my mouth went, his cock growing with every lick my tongue gave to his head. Drops of pre-come fell to my tongue, and I swallowed them down greedily. Then, he shoved his dick all the way down my throat as my lips bottomed out against his pelvis.
“Holy fuck, Olive. Yes.”
I swallowed around him before his hips got to work. He fucked my face as my fingernails dug into his thighs, and I could feel his strength even as his body shook for me. His balls smacked my chin, and his hands tightened in my hair. My fingertips raked down his hips while my knees dug into the staircase. I hummed around him, my spit dripping down his balls, but before he could approach his end, he ripped my lips from his dick.
He pulled me up and slid me from underneath him, pressing my body into the staircase. He wedged between my legs and slicked his cock with my pussy juices. Then, he slid in easily, feeling me tremble. His cock breached my pussy folds, slipping into the throbbing warmth my body had to offer, and he waited there, losing himself in the sensations.
I sighed at how he felt. How beautifully he filled me up and stretched my body. He planted my knees into the staircase and pressed my ass into his hips, and the motion ripped him from his trance.
Mercilessly, he began to pound. His balls smacked my clit as I wailed out his name, but it didn’t last for long before he pulled his dick from my body. I whimpered at the loss of him before he pulled me from the floor and slowly began to move us up the steps.
We got to the top of the steps before my back was pushed into the wall. Wesley cupped my ass and I jumped, locking my legs around him before he pinned me to the surface. His cock slid effortlessly into me when he thrust forward, my jaw unhinging in delight. Then, his hips snapped up, shoving me high along the wall as my tits bounced in his face.
“Shit. Wes. Yes. Fuck. Don’t. Stop. Please.”
I felt his teeth clamp down into my breasts as his cock throbbed against my inner walls. I wanted to delay my orgasms. I wanted to come with him when he was ready. But his cock felt too good, and his body felt too warm, and his tongue across my breasts felt too soft. My pussy clamped down onto him, readying itself for the spillage of juices I was about to experience.
But before I could come, Wesley ripped his dick from between my legs and wrapped his arms around me.
I panted into the crook of his neck as he carried me into his room. He raised his foot back, kicking the door of his bathroom in, and then he set me on my feet and pressed my face into the bathroom counter. I stood on my tiptoes, smiling at what I knew was coming, and the moment I felt Wesley’s cock at my entrance, I shivered in anticipation.
“Take me,” I whispered. “Please.”
He shoved his cock deep into my depths, and I groaned into the counter. His hands wrapped themselves into my hair, pulling my face up as my eyes connected with the mirror. I watched Wesley fuck me from behind, seeing the ecstasy painted on his face. I watched him while he watched his cock, his face growing red with every thrust he made. My entire body was on fire for him. I could feel my juices dripping down his balls as they smacked against my thick thighs.
Then, his eyes caught mine in the mirror, and he grinned.
He pulled from between my legs before he bent over and kissed my back. I shivered at the small touch, feeling his hands flutter down my sides. I whimpered, my fine hairs standing on end for him in every place he caressed. My pussy juices were trickling down my thighs as Wesley’s cock rested against my ass, but it wasn’t long before his hands found my hips and pressed in deep.
“Come here,” he said.
I was swung around before my ass hit the edge of my bathtub. I saw Wesley sit beside me before his held his cock in his hand, and I crawled into his lap, letting my pussy gobble him down again. I rode his cock, feeling him hit all those beautiful spots as his hands palmed my tits. He groaned and grunted, thrusting up into my body as his tongue danced around my tits.
I felt beautiful. More beautiful than I’d ever felt in my entire life. The way Wesley wanted me on every surface, it was like he want
ed to make memories of me in his home. I felt like there wasn’t a surface he didn’t want me to touch, but my train of thought was ruined when Wesley bit down into my skin and hung on for the ride.
“Fuck, Wes! Oh, shit! Oh, you treat me so good, baby. Fuck, I love riding your cock.”
I felt Wesley’s fingertips sink deeper into my body. My pussy began to flutter around him again as my body twitched, readying itself for an orgasm I desperately wanted. I wrapped my hand around his head and pulled him deep into my breasts, lobbing my head back as I began to moan.
My toes curled, and my legs twitched, and I was seconds away from being thrown over the edge.
But before I could reach my own end, Wesley gripped my hips, pulled me off his cock, and ceased my movements.
Chapter 33
Wesley
I felt her body go limp against me as I picked her up into my arms. She was panting into me, drawing breaths she desperately needed to keep her composure. Usually, I took great pride in making her come all the times I knew I could. I’d watched her come two, three different times on any occasion I had been with her. But tonight, I would take great pride in making her beg.