by Cynthia Dane
Olivia had one brief moment of clarity to make a staunch decision. She moved her hand to his thigh, warm and firm beneath her touch, and brushed her fingertips against his zipper. When Rick grunted against her throat, Olivia whimpered in turn. He was hard. Her decision was to either move forward or stop this based on that.
Granted, men got hard easily. Olivia’s experiences told her that all it took was one fleeting promise of sex and a man was up to attention as if he would never get the chance again. Yet she also knew that it could take time, even when a man was his most willing to get the show on the road. This is one willing man. The crazy thing? How willing he was to be with her… and after they had done it once already.
Maybe this was a medical necessity. In their line of work, Rick and Olivia were always revving up the passion and physical desire for one another. It came with the territory of dancing like that together. Maybe sex was necessary. A reset button. A vessel for expressing those needs when they needed to the most. Olivia wouldn’t deny it. She was attracted to Rick and wanted to have sex with him again. Right now. She pushed herself against him, legs wrapping around his waist while his mouth searched for bare skin beneath her baggy T-shirt. His jacket slipped off his body and landed on the floor. Whatever he was thinking, it was definitely not related to stopping!
Whoa! Olivia’s zipper came down, Rick’s sturdy fingers doing anything but fumbling as they entered her jeans and stroked her between the legs. Fire blazed in Olivia’s gut, claiming the last of her sensibilities and any lingering morals she may have had. That’s it. We’re doing it. She opened her legs, her nod to Rick that he should do whatever the hell he wanted. Like stroke her slit beneath her lingerie and make her writhe on the hotel suite couch.
“Do you want me to?” Rick asked, voice low and heavy, the same tone he used in certain songs. The songs about sex. “Because I will.”
The man played guitar. His fingers were strong, and he knew how to use them inside and outside a woman’s body. Like now, when not one, but two fingers easily slipped into Olivia, showing her how ready she was for him.
With clothing obstructing them, Rick could not thrust into her with his fingers as readily as he may have liked. He made do, shoving deep inside, curling Olivia’s toes and making her squeeze her eyes shut. “Yes,” Olivia belatedly said. “Keep doing that.”
Rick’s teeth nipped her breast through her T-shirt, nearly catching her nipple in his mouth. Olivia squirmed, head bumping against the arm of the couch while her feet pulled as far apart as possible – her jeans strained against her skin and muscles. Go faster. Rick couldn’t. Not like this. He could only tease her with his fingers, demonstrating what he could do to her with other parts of his body.
Olivia yanked her shirt up and diverted his oral attentions to her chest, which until that point had been secure in her bra. Not anymore. Not when Rick got the idea to put his mouth to good use on one of her tips.
Between the fingers and his mouth, Olivia was completely seduced. There was no turning back again, and this time she wanted nothing more than to make proper love to him in bed. Except they were on a couch now. A couch that was quickly falling away from her as she summoned an orgasm in the pit of her stomach and moaned into Rick’s ear.
He sat up, pulling away from her but not ending their tryst. Good thing, because Olivia was nowhere near finished.
“This is nuts,” Rick said, as Olivia straddled his lap, topless, her hair falling between them as she kissed his chin and felt for his hardness between his legs. “I swear I didn’t plan on this when I invited you up…”
Olivia silenced him with a deep, heavy kiss that knocked the breath out of their chests. Her hand found what it was looking for and promptly dropped his zipper. “I didn’t plan on it either, and yet here we are, sucking face and getting ready to…”
“To?”
“Something that rhymes with suck.”
Rick had that shit-eating grin on his face when Olivia knelt on the couch and lowered her head to his lap. Speaking of suck. There was something she had been itching to do ever since the first time weeks ago.
Even now she was impressed at how hard he was, both in her hand and in her mouth when she parted her lips over the tip of his head. Rick jerked into the couch, groaning as he clapped his hand on her ass and dug his fingers into her jeans. The sensation made her warm between the thighs. His fingers, the orgasm… both conspired to do anything but shame her for how she felt. And she certainly was not ashamed to draw her tongue along his shaft, reveling in his heavy scent that made her headier with every passing second. As Olivia took half his length into her mouth and worked the rest of it with her steady hand, she imagined herself straddling him again and taking this rock star inside her like nature intended. I’ve done it once. Worth it. If Rick could fuck her like that against a wall, then what could he do to her in bed? On a couch? On the floor? Whatever he did, Olivia wanted to feel him on top of her, behind her, bearing down on her and smothering her with affection that filled her with gratitude. Yes! She stopped thinking about their positions. She stopped worrying about her career. She even stopped wondering what would happen if others found out. Olivia only cared about being with Rick right here and right now, whatever felt right.
“Damn, girl.” Rick pulled Olivia’s hair out of the way and rubbed his thumb against her cheek. “Don’t let up.”
She had to, if only to ask, “Why? You gonna come already?”
“You want me to?”
“Not if it means I don’t get this thing in bed.”
“Finalmente, I thought you would never say that.”
Olivia teased him for a few more seconds, rocking her body against his as her tongue danced and swirled around his skin. Her only hope was that she was prepared to take him the moment they got to bed – which they were heading to now, ripping off their clothes along the way – so she wouldn’t miss out on a perfect opportunity to have the lay of her life.
She hit the bed, naked, Rick crawling on top of her while spreading her legs and wrapping them around him. His hardness hit her slit the moment her head hit the nearest pillow, and here Rick Rodriguez came, their most primal instincts taking over as Olivia Owens got to fuck the world’s hottest rock star in a five-star Miami hotel room.
There was nothing gentle in the way Rick made love to her that night. Good. After a month’s worth of rebuilding sexual tension, the last thing Olivia wanted was gentle. She didn’t want to be used like a doll either, but she was all for Rick thrusting into her at a startling speed, his grunts released with every breath as his mouth sucked her skin here and kissed her body there. Blinded by these events, Olivia grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the bedspread with the other. Her toes curled tighter with every penetrative thrust, Rick reaching deep within her in search of that elusive place that no other man had managed to find before.
Just when Olivia thought she was about to lose her mind – blissfully so, at that – Rick kissed her, stalling within her core. What a damn tease! Here he was, filling her up until she couldn’t be filled anymore, his cock still as hard as it was in her mouth five minutes ago. It drove Olivia wild, her need to be satiated almost as strong as her need to breathe.
The cruel bastard pulled out, leaving Olivia to pine and moan as her fingers tried to finish the job themselves. This seemed to amuse Rick, who watched in half-fascination as his randy dance partner discovered how wet he had left her in her sorry state.
“You gonna finish me off?” Olivia asked through her teeth, none too happy to see the way Rick stroked himself. If he thought he was getting a finishing shot, he was sorely mistaken. “Save that for me.”
“Why? You want it?” He teased her, but Rick’s eyes were glazed over, wild, his voice reflecting his mental state as he swallowed Olivia’s naked body with those dark, dark eyes. Take me, now. Olivia wanted to gaze into them as he fucked her mercilessly, sending her to a paradise no woman had felt from him before. She was sure she was the first. “’Cause I will give
it to you.”
Olivia sat up with him, her legs instinctively tilting her over until she knelt on the bedspread. Both legs slowly opened, her arms pulling the pillow forward as she continued to look over her shoulder at Rick. “What are you waiting for?” Wet, wet, wet. Olivia licked her fingertips and reached between her legs, not a bit ashamed to blatantly show Rick how her arousal trickled down her thighs at the thought of him taking her like this. A man with that kind of body? The same kind that tossed her around a stage and lifted her without a problem? The sheer amount of power he kept in those hips was a gift straight from Heaven. “Here’s your invitation. Don’t stop ‘til I’m done.”
She had barely removed her finger in time before Rick yanked her hips back, her bare thighs meeting his as Rick’s cock shot straight into her.
The momentum behind his thrusts made Olivia fall forward, the pillow catching her startled moan with a mere muffle. Rick held her hip with one hand and searched for hers with the other, his thrusts unrelenting, deep, and shaking her core as his heat matched hers in intensity.
With the pillow to catch her cries of pleasure, Olivia did not hold back what her body urged her to say. Words of encouragement, desire, and even incoherent shouts dissipated into the pillow and then the rest of the bed as she attempted to match the speed of his thrusts. This became moot when Rick lifted both of her hips into the air, her knees lifting off the bed as he held her down and focused on taking her as she invited him to.
Olivia was going to lose it. Especially when she stroked her wet, swollen nub, her fingertips grazing against Rick’s cock as it made her his own. “Don’t stop,” she whispered into the pillow, aware that Rick could not hear her. “I’m so…”
Her second orgasm hit her long and hard. The kind that would have buckled her knees if they were still supporting her on the bed. Instead she was left to kick the air, legs jerking in his hands as her loins danced in delight at how good it felt to be purged of the sexual tension mounting between them. Because Rick had now fully mounted her, and poor, hedonistic Olivia lost her senses in a single instance. When they returned, it was with a powerful moan breaking free of the pillow and begging Rick to finish her with whatever he had.
She damn well knew what he had. He gave it to her, his own moans joining hers as his orgasm filled her with what she craved. One long thrust followed the next, and while Olivia gradually came down from her orgasmic high she still felt this bitter need to take Rick within her and accept the most intimate part of his body. Even as her orgasm ended and he still rode the last of his out, she welcomed all of him, sighing at how whole she felt.
“Es mio,” he growled into her ear, pushing himself into her once more even though they were both finished. “You like it when I speak Spanish, don’t you?”
Olivia wished she could remember any in that moment, but her brain was wholly purged, and she was lucky to know English. “I’m human. Don’t move.”
“Why?”
“Because I like feeling you inside of me. I’m easy like that.”
He gave her a few more languid thrusts in order to remind her of what she liked. Even as he lost his hardness, Olivia could not say she minded. She did mind, however, when Rick pulled out and slumped down beside her, his face overcome with weariness and his body rippling with the same. Olivia curled up beside him and tried not to think of where things would go from there.
***
Although physically exhausted, Rick had never felt so emotionally alive. His arm wrapped snugly around Olivia’s shoulders, her soft cheek and softer hair resting against his bare chest. Way to go, pal. That wasn’t him feeling like he had yet another notch in his bed. Quite the opposite. After weeks of pining and realizing how much he wanted Olivia again, here he was, also realizing what kind of trouble he may have signed the both of them up for. Olivia was right. If they ended up fighting or otherwise not getting along because of what sex did to them, then the tour would be in trouble. The alternative is not having sex. Which was really worse?
“Let’s make a deal,” Rick said, trying not to sound like a game show host. He failed, and Olivia laughed anyway. “All right, let’s be an item through the tour. Holding this back is not going to work. I at least would be a lot happier if we could keep this up and then… I dunno… reevaluate when the tour is over.”
Olivia lifted her head, sleepy curls draping across Rick’s skin. “Are you asking me out?”
“Hmm. Maybe.”
“Nothing serious. Just sex.”
“Maybe not just sex. You may not believe me, but I don’t exactly have a million friends in every location waiting to hang out with me. We could go on dates on our days off. Ever been on a date in Argentina? It’s a hoot.”
“So, casual. Like friends with benefits.”
“Think bigger.” What was Olivia’s deal? She was always underplaying what they had going on. Woman is way too focused on her work. Rick could admire it to a point, but she needed to have fun too. “A trial run at something bigger.”
Uh oh. He probably scared her off with that one. “So…” Olivia propped herself up on her elbows, bare feet kicking in the air behind her. She had a beautiful curve, beginning with the base of her neck and dipping against her spine until it caressed the firm, muscular bump that was her rear. Wish I were down for doing her like that again. Next time. If he could convince her to have a next time. “You’re asking me to be your girlfriend. Without asking me to be your girlfriend. You don’t like committing, do you?’
Funny that she would say that, when Rick was trying to dance around her sensibilities. “I have nothing against committing. Yet like you keep warning me, it doesn’t make sense to base our decisions on the heat of the moment. We’re living in a hazy fantasy right now. We should be responsible. Have our fun while we’re traveling and working so closely together… then decide how serious we want to make it at the end of the tour. What do you think?”
“I think you want to stick it in me some more.” Olivia drew a circle on Rick’s stomach, her finger continuously sliding into his navel. “Not that I’m against that, mind you, but we’re both right in that we shouldn’t rush into something. Who knows how we’ll feel at the end of this tour, right? Besides, you’re a famous guy. It would make sense for us to be seen together while on tour, but it’s something completely different back in the States. I also have to think about where my career is going and what I want to do with my life… besides…” That wistful smile suddenly turned into a frown. “I know I’m not the first woman you’ve roped in like this. How do I know you’re going to be serious anyway?’
Rick would pretend that he didn’t hear that. My reputation precedes me. “So it’s totally decided. We’ll do what feels right and talk more later.”
He had to admit, he felt pretty smug about that. Olivia continued to roll her eyes, but she did not protest Rick’s schemes. I’ve got her for a while, anyway. Rick couldn’t ask for more than that right now.
Well, maybe he could.
Against Olivia’s wishes, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor. He pulled them on, not bothering to zip them up as he wandered over to his papers left to rot on a coffee table. “I’ve got a new song in the works,” he said matter-of-factly. “Wanna see it? You would be the first one.”
He handed her the paper with the lyrics to “Starlight Samba” written on it. Olivia lazily lifted her arm and took the paper out of his hand, her eyes meandering over the lines as she rolled her head onto the pillow and took a deep breath. Rick sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her reaction. After all, this was the song he wrote about her all those weeks ago. Since then he had started tweaking it, determined to make it a single – maybe the lead single – off his next album, whenever that would be.
“Nice,” Olivia said. “You definitely have red blood flowing through you, Rick.”
He looked up. “How’s that?”
“Please, this song is all about dirty raunchy sex. Not that it’s a bad
thing, but I’m wondering if that’s all you can write.”
“Well, it’s a sequel of sorts to ‘Midnight Tango.’”
“I get that, loud and clear.” The smile on her face was almost smug enough to blow Rick out of the water. “You’re a man who likes his themes. No wonder dancing gets you all horny. You know how to reach a woman where it counts. Right in the G-spot.” She flopped onto the pillow, eyes closing.
Rick sneaked over and snatched the paper away again. He put it back in his folder of workable songs and wandered into the bathroom, readying himself for bed. Whether or not Olivia stayed the night remained to be seen, but either way they had to be up fairly early to fly to Mexico City. The real fun of the tour is about to begin. He still thought that when he climbed back into bed, arms wrapping snugly around Olivia’s body. She snored lightly, mouth open as hot air blew past her teeth. Poor girl was completely wiped. So was Rick. He quickly went to sleep, thinking of nothing more complicated than dancing with a beautiful girl and then making long, sweet love to her. He supposed there were far worse things to think about when in bed with the pretty girl of his dreams. Bonus that she can dance. Rick fell asleep with a self-satisfied grin on his face.
He couldn’t wait for Latin America. He had so many things to show Olivia.
4
The two new lovebirds had more time in these various countries to get to know each other better than one would expect. Of course, their form of getting to know each other often included heated rounds in bed. Rick’s bed, of course. Whether they were in a five-star hotel in Santiago or a sophisticated guesthouse in Caracas, Rick found ways to smuggle his dance partner into his private room.
The universe knew that he needed to. Now that they had torn the walls down between one another, there was a freedom in their performances that had never been there before. Namely in the way Olivia gave herself freely to him, as if the trust she had before had grown so much that she could barely contain it. With the people cheering and the light shining upon them, Olivia would happily jump into his arms with a smile so large that Rick couldn’t help but smile back. Reviewers from local presses heralded his performance – and hers, by extension – one of the best of the past decade. While Rick wished he could take all the credit, he didn’t doubt that the excitement and happiness that Olivia infused into him every time they danced played a large part in making him enigmatic on stage.