by Zoe Norman
As I bend down to place her glass of wine on the table in front of her, I plant a kiss on the side of her head.
“Thank you,” she says sincerely, looking up at me. “So what did you do today?”
“I had a foursome today,” I say matter-of-factly while I cut into my steak. “It was a great day for it.”
Olivia raises her eyebrows so high they're nearly in her hairline and swallows her wine hard before she spits it out. “You what?” she says surprisingly calmly while leaning forward in her chair.
“Golf. I was in a foursome for a charity golf tournament today,” I explain with a sly grin.
“Oh my God,” Olivia murmurs with a smile as she sits back in her seat with a thud. “A foursome. For golf...”
“What did you think I meant?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
Olivia just tilts her head to the side and shakes her head.
“Marc was the captain of a team for a celebrity golf tournament benefiting cancer research. He asked Travis and me awhile back if we would be on his team and I readily agreed. We had Tom Skerritt on our team. Can you believe that? Viper himself. He was a pretty cool guy.”
“Viper?”
“Viper! From Top Gun.”
“Ahh, right. Anyone else there you were impressed by? Any Maverick or Goose sightings?” she teases.
“The single best sighting I've had all day was seeing you,” I say, raising my glass to her and taking a drink of my wine.
Olivia's shoulders relax and she smiles softly at me, genuinely touched. “That was really sweet of you to say, Owen.”
I shrug my shoulders and take a bite of my dinner. “How about you? How did the last day of the conference go?” I ask as I carve out another bite of my steak.
Olivia quickly wipes her mouth as she finishes chewing, holding up a finger to signal for me to wait. “I had what could only be described as the most boring afternoon ever. I sat through four talks about statistical values and research techniques. The talk I wanted to attend, about sex”—she raises an eyebrow at me, and I try to hide my smile—“was oddly fully attended long before I got to it. Apparently sex is a popular topic.”
“One of my favorites,” I reply with a wink, and we both laugh.
“I've been kind of trying to ditch this guy I hooked up with a while back at a conference. He became a bit of a clinger, and he's been cornering me at brunch every morning. If the damn waffles weren't so good, I could avoid him better.”
At the mention of another guy in the picture, my gut clenches. I put my fork and knife down and dab the corners of my mouth with a napkin. “You've hooked up with this guy who's harassing you?” I ask, concerned.
Olivia nods her head sheepishly.
“I could pay him a visit if you'd like,” I offer, winking at her. I don't like the thought of someone else wanting her, but the reality is that most men do. This doesn't settle well with me.
Olivia picks up her head from the steak she's been devouring and laughs. “Owen, are you jealous?”
I shrug.
“My knight in shining armor,” she says quietly. “I'm fine really. He's just annoying. Nothing I can't handle. He's perfectly harmless. I'm just obviously so amazing in bed he can't leave me alone,” she says, trying to make light.
“I can see why,” I murmur under my breath.
Eager to change the subject, Olivia asks, “So when do you leave to go home?”
“I fly out the day after tomorrow and then back at the firehouse the day after that. I'm not looking forward to it. I've had too much fun this weekend with getting to see Travis and Marc.” Olivia looks up at me expectantly and with a little disappointment in her eyes. I can't help but smirk as I drag out the rest. “And getting to spend time with you…in and out of that bed,” I say, nodding my head towards the plush king-sized bed that dominates her suite. I reach out and grab her hand across the table. “Seriously. You made my weekend.”
Olivia starts to blush. “Awww, thanks for adding me on at the end of that.” We both start laughing. “I had a really good time this weekend too. I needed this more than you know, so thank you.” Olivia gives my hand a quick squeeze and we both go back to eating our meal.
“Well, while you've been doing some wedding planning with Travis here all weekend, I'm coming home to wedding planning for my brother, Simon, and his fiancée. They're getting married next year and I promised I would help my soon-to-be sister-in-law with stuff when I get back. I can't tell you how excited I am about that,” Olivia says while dramatically rolling her eyes.
I let out a small chuckle. “I see. Obviously you're really excited about it. Well, if you need any tips on showing an interest in areas you couldn't give two shits about or lessons on delegating to other people, I'm your guy,” I say, laughing. “However, cake testing… Cake testing I'm pretty good at.”
Olivia points her fork at me. “I just may do that.”
“I hope you do,” I say quietly.
Olivia stops mid-chew and looks at me.
“So,” I continue, “what time does your flight leave tomorrow?”
“My flight is at 10:30 in the morning. I have a car service coming to get me at 7:45 to take me to the airport.”
Noticing that we both have finished eating, Olivia stands up and starts clearing the plates, putting them on the server tray. I know I should get up to help her, but the way she moves is mesmerizing.
“See something you like there, chief?” she asks, her eyes narrowing in a smile.
“Come here.” I smile back at her and pat my lap. Olivia looks at the last of the plates on table and ditches the mess, opting to come and sit on my lap.
“I haven't done this since I was a kid sitting on Santa's lap,” she says, draping her arm around my shoulder. “Please don't tell me you have a second job as a pervy, creepy Santa?”
“Don't judge me,” I reply. “It helps to pay for Christmas gifts.” I watch Olivia laugh and how she smiles with her eyes. “Wanna tell Santa what you want, little girl? The naughtier the request, the happier his not-so-little helper gets,” I say, arching my hips and wiggling my eyebrows.
“Oh, Santa,” Olivia laughs softly. “I've been a very, very naughty girl. I've had a lot of very good sex this weekend with a man I just met.”
I try to stifle a laugh. Very good sex, huh? This bodes well for me.
“I know. It's awful, isn't it,” she continues. “And you know what's worse, Santa?”
I shake my head, trying not to break character by laughing. She runs a finger down my cheek and over my bottom lip, and my laugh starts to fade.
“What's worse is I want to do it again. I want him to take me to that bed over there”—she points to the bed—“and fuck me until I'm screaming his name.” She presses her breasts against my chest and leans forward to whisper into my ear. “Santa, is that something you can get me?”
I move my arm, bringing her closer to me. I lean in and kiss her soft lips before sucking on her bottom one. “I'm going to strip you naked and lay you on that bed,” I whisper. “Then, I'm going to bury myself so deep inside of you and make you come so fucking hard you'll feel me for days. Every time you move on that plane tomorrow, you'll think of me and where I've been. Does that answer your question, my naughty girl?”
Olivia inhales a sharp breath and her eyes become hooded and filled with want. I place my arm under her knees and stand up from the chair, cradling Olivia in my arms. I walk her over to the bed, gently laying her down. Her brunette hair fans around her and her cheeks are flaming pink. She looks so beautiful lying there all wanton that it nearly takes my breath away.
I reach out my hand and my fingers trace the side of her face. “I hope you slept well last night, because I'm going to fuck you until the sun comes up. You'll get little rest tonight, beautiful.”
Olivia looks at me as I tower above her and starts to undo the buttons on her blouse. I watch her as she slowly unlatches one at a time. Who knew buttons could be so damn sexy.
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I think I can take it, Owen,” Olivia says confidently. “I've had several cups of coffee. I dare you to try and break through that caffeine barrier.” She sits up and pulls off her blouse, revealing a sexy white lace bra. “On the bed, you,” she commands.
Who am I to disobey? I kick off my shoes and crawl up onto the bed, propping myself against the headboard so I can watch the show. She stands on the bed and straddles my legs. Smiling down at me, Olivia starts to unbutton her jeans, slowly pushing them over the sexy curves of her hips. I reach forward to try and help, but she puts a foot against my chest, pushing me back against the headboard.
“Uhh uhh uhhh,” she chides, swinging her index finger at me. Jesus. She even makes scolding sexy. I sit back again with a lascivious smile, my cock growing harder by the second.
She steps out of her jeans and throws them to the floor. She's like a wet dream come true standing before me in a matching white thong, her luscious brunette hair falling all around her.
“You have a very dirty smirk on your face, Owen.”
I look up at her and nod in agreement.
“You look like you think you know what I'm going to do next, Mr. Maxwell. Is that correct?” I nod again, grinning. “You think I'm going to take my panties off and sit on your face, don't you?”
“I was kind of hoping that was where this was going, yes,” I confirm, shifting a bit on the bed. My cock is rock hard at this point, and things are starting to get a bit painful with my being fully clothed. I need to be inside her. Soon.
“Wellll, Mr. Maxwell, you are sooooo…wrong!” Olivia yelps and starts jumping up and down on the bed in just her bra and panties. She's giggling and adorable.
“Enough fun and games, my naughty girl,” I laugh, reaching up to pull her down to my side. She collapses next to me and before she can catch her breath, I'm on top of her. “Hi,” I say, my lips brushing against hers.
“Hi.”
I slip my hand behind the nape of her neck, holding her firmly as I lean in to gently bite her lips before kissing and licking them better. Olivia lets out a moan, and I dart my tongue inside, exploring her mouth. I move my hand from behind her neck, sliding it down her throat to cup the curves of her breast as I continue to kiss her.
“I've thought of a hundred ways to make you come today,” I growl against her lips.
She inhales sharply and grins wickedly. “Oh yeah? How?” she asks, tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth.
“Sitting on my face,” I say between kisses, “with my fingers inside of your sweet pussy, or my cock buried deep inside of you, or in the shower with my hands all over you, or by just teasing your perfect nipples…”
“You've given this some thought. I'm impressed,” she smiles before kissing me again, this time more urgently.
“Like I said, I've been thinking of you all damn day,” I whisper into her mouth.
“So then do something about it,” she teases me.
Immediately, I rise up from her and onto my knees. I grab the bottom hem of my shirt and slip it up and over my head, tossing it into a corner. Olivia reaches out to touch my abs, but I playfully slap her hand away.
“No, no, no,” I sing.
She sticks out her bottom lip dramatically. She's even sexy when she pouts.
I lie on my back on the bed and roll a pillow underneath my neck for support. “Come here. I want my mouth on you. Now.” I slap my bare chest for her to sit on me. I need to taste her.
Olivia hooks a leg over my hip and pushes herself up to straddle my hips.
“Oh my.” Her eyes are wide. “What monstrosity am I sitting upon, Owen?” she asks, pressing her hands on my chest and rubbing herself along my aching cock.
“Fuck, woman. You're killing me.”
“You want to taste me, do you?” Olivia asks as she continues to tease me. It's exquisite. “Well, you are a lucky man tonight, Owen Maxwell. I just happen to have one very, very wet pussy that is just aching to be licked.”
My cock twitches beneath her and my eyes nearly cross.
“I think your penis likes that idea Owen. Am I correct?”
“Oh, I think you are correct, yes Olivia.” I say with a grin.
She plants her feet on either side of my hips, stands on the bed again, and starts to pull her thong off one leg at a time. As she does, I start to unbutton my jeans and leave the fly open, giving my beast a chance to breathe.
Olivia looks down at me while she unclasps her bra. She throws it to the side and begins to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples. I let out a groan from the back of my throat as I watch her intently.
“This is what you want, Owen? You want me to lower myself on your face?” she asks as I run my hands up her calves.
“Let me make you feel good,” I say, my fingernails lightly scratching down the backs of her legs.
Olivia slowly lowers herself onto me and my hands slide up her thighs to her ass. I groan as she positions herself over me. I lift my head up and she moans loudly as my tongue makes contact.
Olivia is so slick and hot that it makes my mind hum and my ears buzz. She's sweet and juicy and eager for me. Gripping the headboard of the bed, she gently rocks her hips back and forth across my face, my tongue lapping at her as she moves. I grab her hips to slow her down. I want to take my time and savor this. There's no rush. I lick and lap at her pussy like I would her mouth, softly and slowly with the right amount of pressure. I surround her with my lips and moan. She lets out a gasp and a small tremor shakes her body.
“I love your pussy, Olivia. So fucking hot and wet.”
Her moans of pleasure ring sweetly in my ears. My tongue continues to lap at her, exploring her slick folds, the tip of my tongue flicking across her sensitive nub with a steady rhythm.
“Yes,” she whines, moving her hips a little faster. “I can't stop thinking about your tongue on me like this. More...please,” she pleads. “Please don't stop, Owen… Feels so good...”
I work her slowly, bringing a hand down to open her up to me, my mouth and fingers coaxing her higher and higher. Olivia lowers her hand, tangling her fingers in my hair. She pulls at my hair as she presses me harder to her. I fucking love it.
“You're so perfect, Liv. I love seeing you like this,” I moan into her and slip a finger deep inside her.
“Gahh! Yes!” she shouts as her knees start to quake. “Feels so good, Owen… You feel so good…”
My lips and tongue continue to lick and suck at her secret spot. I look up to watch her writhing above me. Her eyes are closed while a hand pulls and tugs at her taut nipple. From this vantage point, it's the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed. She opens her eyes and looks down at me. I smile and she smiles back through hooded eyes.
“Owen...”
“Mmmm… Yes…”
“Oh fuck… Owen! I'm… I'm...Oh… Oh don't stop, Owen. I'm there… I'm coming...I'm…”
And then all I can do is hold on as she crashes into an orgasm so intense she squeezes my head between her legs and briefly cuts off my oxygen supply. She grinds against my mouth as I continue to lap at her, my tongue working feverishly to make it so good for her like I promised.
Olivia leans back and places her hands behind her on my thighs. “Wow. You're really good at that. That was absolutely amazing.”
“The pleasure was all mine.”
“I doubt that,” she says, rolling off my chest to lie beside me. She promptly hooks her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and pulls. I lift my hips to allow her to pull my boxers and jeans down my legs.
“A little impatient?” I ask with a smirk.
“A little. Are you complaining?”
“Never. Oh God…” I say as Olivia bends to take me into her mouth.
“Now, let me make this good for you,” she whispers.
Who am I to deny her that?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Olivia
As I exit the airport and hail a cab, I am suddenly intensely sad. Tears prick the backs of my eyes, and I struggl
e to maintain my composure. I feel so lonely. In Seattle, things didn't seem so glum. I didn't feel the weight of being without someone in my life or the impact Jay's betrayal had on me. At least I hadn't felt it in a while. But now...Now that I've seen what I could have, what could be, what probably won't be, it's flat-out devastating.
Luckily for me, a cab pulls up quickly and I climb in, throwing my carry-on into the back seat with me. I give the cabbie my address and sit back. I forgot that I haven't turned my phone back on since I landed, so I rummage through my purse and find my cell in the side pocket. I pull it out and press the button to bring the black screen to life.
There is a text from Charley.
Don't overthink when you get home.
He lives in NYC. This is karma.
Don't hide in your hole and let this pass by.
He likes you, Liv...Let him.
That's all it takes, and I put my head down and start to sob. You fucking piece of shit, Jay. Destroying me for any other good man in this world… I fucking hate you. With tears still filling my eyes, I lean my head back on the seat, closing my eyes, wishing all this pain away.
I wake with a jolt when the cabbie announces that we're in front of my apartment building. I must have fallen asleep. I pay the fare and clamber out of the car, pulling my luggage up the stairs of my brownstone. As I walk into my very dark, lonely apartment, I drop my suitcase and collapse onto the couch. The loneliness is so intense that it feels like there's a vise around my heart. I pick up my phone and send a text to Charley.
Made it home safe. Thanks for the uplifting words.
I love you and miss you already.
I contemplate the last moments I had with Owen. I promised him I would text when I got home safely. So I do just that. No sense in him worrying, assuming that he is. He probably isn't. Ugh! Shut UP, Olivia!
Arrived safe and sound and in my apartment.
Hope your trip is safe too.