by Julie Olsen
“I need you naked.” His gravelly voice was like a fan to the flames licking at my core, and I moaned as his fingers brushed against my thigh. He grasped the hem of my dress and lifted it up and over me, my raised arms giving no resistance.
Soft lights from both bedside tables cast a muted glow over my body. He breathed heavily as I stood before him, his hot gaze on my chilled flesh making my nipples stand to sharp attention under my bra. “Beautiful,” he said, and everything clenched low and deep. He pushed me gently until I was sitting on the bed, decked out in nothing but my lacy bra and panties.
And those boots.
Parting my thighs with his hands, he knelt in front of me, and I bent slightly to meet his mouth with mine. He licked into my mouth, and my lips encircled his roving tongue and sucked deep so that his tongue tunneled in and out of my mouth. He groaned and shifted suddenly. “Fuck, what you do to me.” He drew a ragged breath and his hands strayed from my hips down my thighs, stopping at the tops of my boots. His lips curled into a smile against mine. “Wait here.”
He stood and took a few steps back, then began unbuttoning his shirt. He worked his fingers slowly, removing each button from its hole with cunningly deliberate leisure. Why was he moving so slowly? Watching him was pure torture. I raised my eyes from his slow moving fingers and saw a level of merriment in his darkly glittering gaze. He was toying with me. I moved to stand, intending to speed up his progress with my own dexterous fingers.
“Uh uh uh.” He waved an index finger at me. “You stay put, vixen.” Vixen! Something about his tone told me he meant business, so I leaned back on my elbows to watch as he resumed his painstakingly slow progress. Oh, hurry up and let me see that delectable chest.
“How does it feel, being made to watch and not touch? It’s what you’ve been doing to me all night,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes. “I never said you couldn’t touch me.”
“Au contraire, mademoiselle.” He stopped his progress altogether. “You have no idea what it’s like, simply being in your presence. Looking, not touching.”
“I think I have some idea, Damien.” My voice was husky, my breathing heavy. “Because you do the same thing to me.”
“Is that right, Ms. St. Clair?” He picked up where he left off, on a long, slow trail of torture down his magnificent chest. “What if I told you I wanted to take you into the restroom at the restaurant, bend you over and slide inside you?”
My mouth formed an O and a low throb gathered at my clit.
“So tell me, Olivia. What would you have said to that?” He was serious! My eyes widened into saucers.
He smiled wryly. “Now you have some idea.” His fingers finally reached the last button, and he shrugged out of his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. I was mesmerized by the perfection that was his chest. Muscles rippled in waves across his stomach, turning into that sexy V that made me want to tighten my thighs around him. There was not a spare inch to pinch anywhere. His dark nipples laid tightly upon chiseled pecs, and my mouth watered at the prospect of running my tongue in the chasm between them.
His hands moved to his belt and unfastened it, and then he undid the top button of his pants. I was squirming, unable to sit still, my eyes riveted to the obvious bulge straining against his fly. Calmly, he removed a foil packet from his wallet and tossed it on the bed beside me. The simple action made my sex clench. He made no further move to unzip or otherwise free his erection, and the ache of anticipation made me sit up from my elbows and softly grind myself into the bed. What was he waiting for? And then just when I could take no more and became determined to pounce on him, he slowly reached down and stroked himself through his pants.
My eyes flew to his and he was watching me, apparently gauging my reaction. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath obscenely loud. Holy hell, this was the single-most hottest thing I had ever seen. Reflexively, my thighs parted and heat pulsated on a burning trail from my belly to my sex.
He moved toward me fractionally, still too far away for me to reach out and touch him, but closer so that he was like the proverbial dangling carrot. Why wouldn’t he let me get closer? He was clearly teasing me, and I admitted the teasing had its merits, but I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Say it, Olivia,” he said softly. I broke away from his smoky gaze to stare at his hand as it glided firmly over his bulge. Say what? That I want him? That, yes, I would have let him take me in the restroom if he’d asked me? That I was sorry he’d been so uncomfortable all evening?
He took another tiny step toward me. His hand continued to work against his arousal. It was so erotic, watching him touch himself, knowing that he was aroused because of me. I writhed on the bed and my thighs slid further open. Was he not going to touch me? Why was he doing this?
“What do you want me to say?” I whispered. I was aching and empty and needed him on me, inside me.
He smiled and it was strained. His breath whistled, and I could see the muscles of his arms and chest contract as he handled himself. Slowly, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. Oh God, he was killing me. I needed to touch him now.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
I stared at him, unwilling to let go of my inhibitions. Damien was the dirty talker, not me.
“No secrets, Olivia. Just honesty. There’s nothing you could say that would turn me off. In fact, anything you say is guaranteed to turn me on.” He continued to slide his hand up and down, the veins of his cock pronounced, the head shiny with precum.
“I want you.” My voice was small but it didn’t dampen my painful arousal; in fact, to my surprise, it became heightened and a soft groan seeped through my lips.
“Is this what you want?” He grasped his erection and squeezed. “You need only say the word, Olivia.” He stared at me, his face flushed, his eyes glowing cinders.
“Damien, please.”
“I’m right here, ready and waiting.” I could feel his incandescent gaze on me, but my eyes were firmly locked on what he was doing down below.
“Please…” Could I say the word? Yes, you fucking can! “Please…fuck me.”
In the blink of an eye he was on me, his mouth slanted over mine in a punishing kiss. Oh God, it was so good. He pushed me down so I was lying across the bed and he straddled me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. He lowered his body, covering me with his hot, hard expanse of muscles and flesh. I moaned into his mouth.
I longed to wrap my legs around him, but his straddled legs had pinned mine so that I couldn’t widen them. His lowered torso pressed into me, his erection rubbing against my center. So close and yet so far away. I tried to pull my hands free, but it was pointless since he held them in an unbreakable vice grip.
“Jesus, I can’t get enough of you,” he growled against my lips as he continued to dry hump me. My muscles clenched deliciously at his words and I cried out, his grinding against me rendering me mindlessly delirious.
He suddenly tore away to stand, and before I could reign in my scattered wits, he had toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxers. My eyes snapped to his freed cock, huge and nestled tightly against his belly.
“This time we’ll leave the boots on.”
He crawled up my body until he was kneeling between my parted thighs. We were both breathing like we had just ran a marathon. Reaching down, he ran his index finger from my belly button straight down to my opening. I moaned long and low, my hips tilting, my head rotating back against the bed. Moving my panties aside, he slipped a finger inside me, and then added another. My breath released on a hiss. I closed my eyes and rocked my hips against his plunging fingers. It was pure bliss.
He dipped in and kissed my belly, his free arm scooping under and lifting me from the cream duvet. He held me aloft, his shoulders and biceps bulging, as if it was effortless. I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his fingers from me and, with his dark gaze joined to mine, placed
them in his mouth, sucking them clean. I groaned loudly. He was so raw and sexual. And it was freaking hot.
“You like?” He grinned and pulled the duvet from underneath me, placing me back down on the crisp, white sheets. I could only nod in the affirmative. My voice was lost to his steamy touch.
He leaned over and picked up something from the bed. It was the foil packet. His abdominals rippled as he did so. He straightened back and pushed the packet into my hands, his eyes connecting with mine in silent communication. Moving quickly, he slid my panties down carefully over my boots, then turned me gently and unhooked my bra, rolling me back over and pulling my bra free.
I sat up so I was nose-to-nose with him as he knelt between my legs. His erection was so large it was like a third entity in the room. I reached down and ran my fingers across his silky, hard flesh. He inhaled sharply and that was my cue. I grasped him firmly, my hand only just able to wrap around him fully. His eyes dilated until they were dark orbs.
His erection was like hot steel beneath my fingers, so hard and yet so soft. I wanted to somehow do to him what he did to me, and an idea came to me. Smiling sweetly, I let my hand wander his length, my thumb running over the crown and finding a drop of moisture. I rubbed it into his skin and with our eyes fused, I lifted my thumb to my mouth and sucked.
On a moan he captured my lips before I had even removed my thumb. “Jesus, Olivia,” he breathed. “Condom, now.”
With shaky hands, I opened the packet and removed the latex ring. “I need help,” I whispered breathlessly. I had never done this before.
He knelt between my legs, his gorgeous cock rigid against his stomach. “Like this,” he said. Pinching the top, he rolled the condom all the way down. One size fits all, though I could hardly believe that thing was actually big enough for him.
In seconds he was pressing me back against the bed. The slippery head of his cock slid across my sex and I flinched, my hands grasping his muscular arms, my nails digging into his skin. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I hooked my suede-covered ankles together behind his hips.
He reached down and lined himself up at my wet opening. On a single thrust he entered me all the way, his thick length sliding through my soaked sex easily. We both groaned as we took in the fullness of his possession. Except for his breathing, he was completely still as he allowed my body to acclimate to him.
“I want to take this slow, but I don’t think I can.” His mouth was at my ear, his body spread over mine, encasing me. His chest pressed against my breasts, and I couldn’t stop myself from squirming. He rolled into me, and I squeezed my inner muscles tightly around him. The feeling of fullness was so good.
Raising himself up on his forearms, he peered at me, molten lust in his eyes. “Oh baby, do that again.”
My muscles clenched inside, and he closed his eyes and exhaled harshly. He was poised over me, his arms supporting his weight. I let my hands rove over his chest and shoulders, his muscles rock-hard beneath soft skin.
He began to move, pulling out and plunging back inside. My hips moved up to meet his thrusts as we maintained a slow rhythm, in and out. My hands found his hair and guided his head down as I reached up and slid my tongue past his soft lips. He angled his mouth on mine until he was sucking on my top lip, and I was doing the same to his bottom lip.
He upped the tempo and I broke the kiss, my head flopping back against the bed and my hands sliding down to his shoulders and gripping him tightly. Needing a different angle, I unhooked my ankles and brought my suede-covered feet down to brace against the bed, my pelvis rocking harder against his thrusts. My breath rushed from my lungs, and I felt the beginnings of an impending orgasm.
“Tell me you’re close.” His voice came out husky and thick.
“I’m close,” I groaned. A sheen of sweat covers our bodies, and I could feel the damp sheets beneath my back and bottom.
His face was strained as he pumped harder, his slippery length gliding deep inside and hitting my end before sliding almost completely out. Over and over, again and again, until I couldn’t take anymore and surrendered to the pleasure on a long moan, stars erupting behind my closed eyes.
He thrust once more and held himself deep inside. “Olivia!” he groaned and jerked against me and inside me. He collapsed, forehead pressed to mine, eyes closed. I held him tightly, my arms around his shoulders as he hugged me to him and gently thrust, ringing every last ounce of pleasure from our bodies.
We lay together like that for long moments until, our breathing calmed, he pulled out of me and raised on his elbows. His eyes were full of wonder, like a child on Christmas morning. “Has it ever been like that for you?” he asked softly, a frown just touching his perfect face.
I shook my head because I knew if I spoke my voice would betray the true depth of feeling I had for this man. It was too soon to have such feelings, wasn’t it?
“I guess you won the bet. Congratulations.” I smiled saucily.
He laughed softly and shook his head. “We both won, and it feels like the jackpot. And I want to share my winnings with you.”
I melted inside. He was so romantic, so tender. To my surprise, I was glad I lost the bet. A flush crept across my skin as I remembered how it felt to ask him. I never in a million years would have pictured myself doing that, but it had been so hot. I was looking forward to losing the next bet to him. And the next…
He kissed me softly, his lips moving over mine, taking his time. He rolled us so we were on our sides facing one another. Reaching down he caressed my suede-covered thigh.
“Another check on my Olivia bucket list.” He grinned wickedly.
I arched a brow. “Another? Just how long is the list?”
He kissed my nose. “Long enough to keep us busy for a long…long…time.” He punctuated the last few words with kisses.
“And what if I have a bucket list of my own?”
His stunning smile took my breath away, and I disintegrated into the sheets.
“Well, we should definitely get cracking then.” He rolled me over and planted a lingering kiss on my lips. His erection pressed against my thigh. Another round? The man was insatiable. And he still had the same condom on. Was that even possible? I shifted my hips slightly and felt the telltale trickle as it oozed out of me and onto the sheets.
“Um, Damien…I’m dripping.” I broke free of his lips and pushed lightly on his chest, intending to spring up before the sheets became a wet mess.
His eyes found mine and held them, confusion giving way to guarded apprehension.
“Fuck, Olivia. I’m sorry.” He bolted up to his knees, and we both stared at the gaping tear in the condom.
He looked up at me as he knelt in front of me and removed the ragged remains. “Are you worried?”
“I’m on the pill, Damien.”
“I’m not talking about an unplanned pregnancy.”
Oh. I swallowed. “Should I be?”
He stood and smiled his Mona Lisa smile. “No, baby, you shouldn’t.” He took my hands in his. “I’m clean, and just so you know, you’re the first woman I’ve had sex with in a long time.”
I chewed my lip as I considered my words. After Travis, I had made certain to have myself checked, and in the three years since there had been nobody else.
I nod. “I’m clean, too.” I smiled timidly.
He stood and held out his hand. I took it and he hauled me to my feet. He dropped to his knees, his fingers quickly unzipping my boots and prompting me to step out of them. I was standing stark naked. There was nothing he couldn’t see, up close and personal, and I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. That was what he did to me.
He shook his head in wonder and squeezed my hands. “Now that I have you, we have a lot of time to make up. Shower with me?”
My heart constricted. He was moving so fast, I needed to slow down and take this all in. But he was so yummy, standing there all gorgeous and naked.
I
nodded and then was shocked when he bent and picked me up, carrying me into the master bath. What was with all the picking me up? I had two legs and knew how to use them. Maybe I should point that out. But he obviously liked doing it, and when he did it, he was so delectable with his flexing muscles. I decided to live with it.
He marched us straight into the black marble shower, setting me on my feet then closing the glass door behind us. This shower was nearly as big as my entire bathroom. Two seats folded up into the wall. Really? People actually sat in the shower?
As I tried to fathom that, I turned to see that one entire side of the shower was glass, and the lights of St. Louis twinkling below. Double rainfall showerheads were fixed above us, and I hugged the wall, knowing I was going to get a cold shot when the water started. He grinned and turned a series of knobs. Sure enough, the cold water hit me, spraying not only from above but from jets in the walls as well. I shrieked and gasped at the onslaught of freezing water. Damien moved to take the full brunt, the water sluicing off his back as he stood in front of me.
“I’ll save you.”
“Rescuing me again so soon?”
“Always, Olivia.” He planted his hands on the marble on either side of my head, enclosing me in a Damien bubble. Leaning down, he kissed me softly. “And don’t forget it.”
I basked in the heat of his lips on mine. He reached down and grasped my shoulders. Stepping backward, he pulled me under the water. It was warm now, and he held me to him as the water cascaded down upon us. It was heaven.
I pulled away from his kiss. “That first night, in your car. You asked me to promise not to need rescuing again.”
He stiffened. “I did.”
My gaze dropped to the shower floor. “I thought you were telling me that you wanted nothing to do with me.” My voice came soft and low, barely audible over the sound of the running water.
He took my chin in his hand and tilted my head up. His easy-going demeanor dissolved. “Nothing could be further from the truth. Is that why you’ve been so resistant to me?”