by Jessi Talbot
Holy hell! What a question. Of course I wanted to feel her lips against mine again… but not when she was so drunk she probably wouldn’t remember it. I was trying to figure out a way to say no without actually saying no when her eyes widened.
“Are you okay?” I asked, growing concerned.
“That’s it,” she said, excitedly, her grip tightening on my thigh. I sucked in a sharp breath. If she moved her hand up just a little bit, she’d feel my hardening cock.
“What’s it,” I asked, trying – and failing – to ignore the way her touch made me feel.
“You can be my boyfriend.”
I picked up my scotch and downed half the glass in one gulp. Now I knew I had misheard her. “What?”
She nodded, that huge grin back on her face. “It worked for Luc. Why not us?”
I put my hand over hers. “Olivia, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She closed her eyes, took a couple of deep, slow breaths, and opened her eyes again. “Okay, sorry. I got excited. The cabron I was with before –”
“Cabron?”
“Motherfucker.”
“Ah.” I nodded.
“Anyway, the cabron I was with before got married, and they’re coming here for their honeymoon. They’ll be here either tonight or tomorrow morning… and I cannot be single when they arrive.”
“You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend.”
She nodded.
Everything within me screamed to say yes, but I didn’t want to pretend to be with her. I wanted Olivia to be mine for real. Simply pretending would be torture. I wouldn’t know where to draw the line, and it would kill me to have her pretend to be in love with me, knowing all the while that it was just an act. I shook my head slowly. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The smile fell from her face in an instant, replaced by a pout and glazed eyes that threatened tears at any moment. “You don’t like the idea of spending time with me?” For the first time since encountering her at the bar, her voice was soft.
I placed my hand on her leg, ignoring the urge to pull it away when my skin tingled from simply touching her flesh. I looked into her eyes. “I love the idea of spending time with you –”
In the blink of an eye, before I could finish telling her why this was a bad idea, the smile had returned. “Great,” she said excitedly. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue teasing my lips. She pulled back suddenly, just a little bit. “I love the way you kiss me,” she said softly.
Before I could respond, she laid her head on my shoulder and slumped against me. I grabbed her to keep her from sliding off the barstool. “Olivia?” I asked softly.
Her soft breathing in my ear was the only response I got.
I chuckled softly. The firecracker had finally reached her limit. I stood up and scooped her sleeping form up into my arms.
“Everything okay, Dante?” the bartender asked, sounding worried.
I nodded. “It’s fine. She just had a little too much to drink. I’ll take care of her.”
The bartender nodded but I barely noticed because I was looking at Olivia’s face pressed against my chest. There was no way I was putting her in a cab, and I wouldn’t even feel comfortable taking her home and leaving her there since she had passed out because there was nobody to check on her. I nodded to myself. There was only one thing to do. I headed towards the elevator, taking her to my suite.
Chapter 8: Dante
I pulled the covers up over Olivia’s sleeping form, wanting so desperately to join her. I chuckled silently to myself. I had finally gotten Olivia in bed and all it had taken was bad news from her past and an unlimited supply of Jack and Coke.
I shook my head, looking at the peaceful expression on her face. No, it probably wouldn’t have taken even that much to get her between the sheets sooner. I had known for some time that she was interested. The problem was that I was interested, too. Interested in more than a casual roll in the hay. I had known it the first time I looked into her caramel brown eyes. I had known it the first time she smiled at me and I felt my pulse quicken. But she deserved so much more than a former mafia thug like me.
With considerable effort, I pulled my eyes from her angelic face and turned towards the door, reaching for the knob.
“Don’t go.”
It was faint. Barely above a whisper.
I turned and looked at her, her eyes staring intently at me. “You need your rest.”
She shook her head, sliding an arm out from under the blanket and motioning for me to come closer. “What I need is you, my big, strong, handsome Russian.
I walked back slowly to the bed, ignoring my better judgment. She tossed the covers down towards her feet. “Lay down with me.”
I took a deep breath. I could do this. I could offer her the comfort she needed without getting carried away. I slid into bed next to her, my cock growing hard as she pressed herself back against me. She raised up, letting me slide an arm beneath her neck, wrapping it around her protectively.
“This is nice,” she said softly, pressing her ass back against me, purring like a cat when she felt my hard shaft.
Unable to help myself, I leaned into her, pressing into her soft curvy asscheeks. A low groan escaped my throat as I tightened my grip on her, pulling her back against me. I rested my free hand on the curve of her hip, not sure if I was doing it to pull her closer or push her away. “You need your rest,” I said again, my voice lacking conviction.
She looked back over her shoulder, reaching back, running her hand through my hair, pulling me closer to her. “All I need is you,” she whispered breathily, inches away from my lips.
I should’ve pulled away. She was drunk. She didn’t know what she was doing. But I was only a man. A flawed man. A man pressed up against a beautiful woman, her body molding to mine as if she were made for me and me alone. With a last weak groan of resistance, my mouth claimed hers, my tongue sliding effortlessly into her mouth, tasting alcohol and soda. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips thrusting back insistently against mine.
My hand slid from her hip down to her knee, down to the bottom of her skirt. I quickly pulled the material up over her hips, my hardness throbbing against her ass, soft moans escaping her as my fingers grazed her soft skin. “Yes,” she gasped, parting her thighs as my fingers skimmed across the wet satin covering her hot mound.
Growling impatiently in her ear, I tore the fabric from her body. She trembled from head to toe, her breathing quick and shallow. I ran my fingers up and down her slit, nipping her shoulder with my teeth. “Tell me what you want.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, grinding her ass against me, making me wish like hell that I’d removed my clothes before climbing into bed with her. “I want you, Dante. I want to feel you inside me.”
I closed my eyes, heart racing, cock twitching. I wanted nothing more than to feel her wrapped around my shaft. No. That wasn’t quite right. I wanted much more than her body. I wanted all of her. Mind, body, and soul. I wanted her to be mine, and not just for one drunken night. I flicked my tongue across her earlobe, enjoying the way she shivered and moaned, the way she was grinding her hips against me. I had never come in my pants before but this hot little firecracker was getting dangerously close to changing that.
She wanted me inside her, and damn my soul to hell, that was the one thing I couldn’t give her right now. I refused to let our first time be lost in foggy memories blurred by alcohol. But she was horny as hell, desperate for release, and I could damn sure help with that.
I circled her hard clit with a finger, starting slow and slowly speeding up. She clamped her thighs tight against my wrist. “Dante,” she gasped, her body beginning to tremble.
“Let it happen,” I whispered in her ear. “Give yourself to me and let me feel you come.”
“Oh fuck,” she whispered breathlessly. “Dante…” her voice rose up as my finger moved faster. She grabbed my forearm, sin
king her nails into my skin. “Oh Dios mío!” she cried, pressing against my hand. I took her clit between my finger and thumb, giving it a quick squeeze, sending her plummeting over the edge. “Yes,” she screamed over and over as she came, her hot juices bathing my hand. Her nails dug deeper, drawing blood. I kissed her neck softly as she trembled against me, her body slowly relaxing.
She turned to face me, looking into my eyes. “You’re incredible,” she said softly.
I shook my head. “No, my sexy little firecracker. You’re the incredible one.”
She smiled, and then gasped, her eyes opening wide. “Oh my god.”
“What?” I asked, starting to get up, wondering what was wrong.
She put her hand on my chest as she sat up, applying pressure. It was cute that she thought she could push me back down… but if she wanted me on my back then on my back I would be. I laid back down.
“Olivia? I asked, puzzled.
Her lips met mine, her hand sliding down and tugging at my belt. She broke the kiss, looking into my eyes. “You didn’t get yours.”
I reached down and covered her hand with mine. “You don’t have to.”
She smiled and gave me another quick kiss. “I know… but I want to.” Another touch of her lips against mine and then she lowered her attention to my waist, making quick work of unfastening my belt and pants. She tugged my shirt up to the middle of my chest. “Fuck me,” she groaned, before running her tongue from the middle of my chest down to my waist.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
Another moan as Olivia pushed my pants and boxers towards my knees. I lifted my hips up to help her. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this,” she said breathlessly, wrapping her fingers around my hard shaft and stroking me. “It’s so much more than I imagined.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as her tongue flicked out across the sensitive head.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I like that reaction.”
I was going to reply but then she took me in her mouth, moaning around my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. “Fuck!” I groaned, unable to keep from hunching my hips. “Baby, if you don’t stop…”
She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, glistening with pre-cum. “Give it to me,” she said before taking me back down her throat.
I fisted my hands in the sheets and closed my eyes, trying to think about any fucking thing except the beautiful woman sucking my cock. It was no good. I was too hot for her, too desperate to have her. There was no holding back. I growled deep in my throat, my balls tightening, every muscle in my body going taut as I came.
Olivia took everything I gave her, not stopping until she had milked me dry. Her hand slid up and down my cock, stroking it slowly. “You’re still hard.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice thick with lust. I had intended to be a gentleman, intended for our first time to be special, but I was a man dammit, and only one thing could satisfy the hunger that gnawed at me with needle-sharp teeth. I slid out from under her and stood up, kicking off my shoes and pants, my hard cock throbbing.
She looked up at me, her hunger mirroring my own. “Fuck me, Dante.” She spread her legs wide, running a finger up and down her slit. I was lost. There was no way to deny her. I was a fool to think I could. I reached for the table beside the bed, snatched open the drawer and grabbed a foil packet, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling the latex sheath over my shaft.
I crawled over Olivia, taking her hands and pinning them above her head. She gasped as she struggled and realized she couldn’t get free, the fire within her eyes building into a raging inferno. I rocked my hips against her, sliding my cock across her entrance. She hunched her hips up towards me, her body craving what I had. I pushed forward, sliding between her folds. She closed her eyes and moaned as I slid my entire length inside her with one stroke.
“Yes,” she gasped, her fingers clutching at empty air, my hand holding her firmly in place. I pulled back until just the head was barely in her and then slowly slid forward again.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “More. Please. More.”
My hips began moving a little faster, filling her a little harder. She matched her movements to mine, rising as I fell, falling as I rose. Her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my ass, her inner muscles squeezing my throbbing cock.
“Ay Papi,” she screamed, slamming up against me with wild abandon.
The tight channel surrounding my cock grew hotter, tighter, wetter. I roared like an animal in heat as I gave into the pleasure, throbbing inside her as I came.
“Yes,” Olivia moaned, another orgasm making her tremble as I held still, keeping myself buried deep inside her.
“You are so yummy,” she said softly, a smile on her face.
I slowly withdrew, enjoying the way she trembled, the way she bit her bottom lip. I lay down next to her, pulling her close. She rested her hand on my stomach, nuzzling against me.
I shook my head, unable to keep the smile off my own face. “You are so incredible that no words suffice. Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
After a few seconds with no response, I glanced down and chuckled. The night had finally caught up with her and she had fallen asleep, still smiling. I kissed the top of her head, pulled her tight against me, and closed my eyes.
Chapter 9: Olivia
Slowly, the world came back to me. The world was a lot more painful than I remembered it to be. “Oh my God,” I moaned. “Someone kill me and put me out of my misery.” I slowly opened my eyes, thankful the lights weren’t on. My head wouldn’t be able to handle that. It was already pounding like someone was using it in a marching band. On the bright side, opening my eyes stopped the room from spinning. I started to sit up but the pounding in my head increased, telling me I wasn’t up for that kind of strenuous activity just yet. I laid back down.
While telling myself it was time to put my big girl panties on and get up because I had adult things like work to take care of, I tried to peer into the foggy recesses of my brain to see what had led to feeling like warmed-over death. I remembered getting the phone call from Linda – Ugh! Puta! – and having the bombshell about Pete dropped in my lap. I decided I needed a few drinks to settle my nerves so I went to Inferno, planning to abuse my employee discount until it cried for mercy.
I winced, reaching up and rubbing my temple. Things started to get blurry around that time. Some asshole had tried to pick me up but he had finally decided to leave. No, that wasn’t quite right. He left, but only because someone made him leave. Dante. He had shown up like a knight in shining armor and chased the horny dragon away. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory, as blurry as it was. Dante had saved me, and then he had a couple of drinks with me. And I thought the kiss for the coffee would be the highlight of my week.
Coffee. Now there was a good idea waiting to happen. I just needed to motivate myself to get out of bed. I licked my lips. Strange. There was a peculiar taste in my mouth. Not bad, just… different. I licked my lips again. The taste was there, too. Not Jack Daniels. Not Coke.
I sat up quickly, my head exploding into a million pieces from the sudden movement, but it didn’t matter. The pain was there but it was like my brain simply filed it away to use for later, because I remembered. I remembered it all. Everything. Mierda. Shit.
I glanced around the dim room, praying I was wrong. I reached out and turned on the small lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. I had a lamp on a nightstand next to my bed, too, but not this lamp. Not this nightstand. I was in his bedroom. It had all been real.
I dropped back on the bed. Son of a bitch. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream and cry at the same time. I had often fantasized about what the first time with Dante would be like. None of those fantasies involved me throwing myself at him while drunk off my ass. Oh, and on top of that, I was naked. I vaguely remembered still wearing my dress when I went to sleep… or passed out. And that meant Dante had undressed me. Because I was too drunk t
o do it myself.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” I mumbled, forcing myself out of bed. Dante’s bed. A thought suddenly occurred to me. I stood perfectly still, holding my breath. Nothing. Not a sound could be heard anywhere. I guess he had already gone to work, which was about the only bright spot in the morning that I’d seen so far. I snatched the sheet off the bed and wrapped myself in it, just in case, and then made my way to the kitchen.
When Luc had Sinsations built, he didn’t hold anything back. The suites – all of them – had those fancy smart lights so Dante’s place came to life as I wandered around, automatically switching on the lights, marking my path from the hallway, through the living room, and to the kitchen. I winced with each explosion of skull-splitting bright light, narrowing my eyes to slits. The lights were really cool but I’d probably appreciate them a lot more if I hadn’t been hungover.
There was a folded piece of paper with my name on it next to the coffeemaker, along with a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water.
Sweetest Olivia,
I’m sorry I wasn’t there to greet you when you woke up. I thought you might need the aspirin and the coffeemaker is already set. If I’m lucky, it will earn me another kiss.
I couldn’t help the goofy grin that appeared on my face. Nobody had never left me such a sweet note. Hell, nobody had ever left me a note at all. And nobody had ever been thoughtful enough to leave aspirin out for me. I switched on the coffee, dumped a handful of aspirin into my hand, and chased them down with water.
While plain ordinary water was miraculously being transformed into life-giving coffee, I got a shower, taking the final step towards feeling fully human. Afterwards, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, already facing the cold hard truth.
“Are you ready for the walk of shame, girlfriend?” I asked my reflection. “Are you ready to spend a day at work in the clothes you wore yesterday?” I sighed. Maybe Dante would let me go home and change.
I padded barefoot back into the bedroom. My dress was folded and laying on the corner of the dresser. Another folded piece of paper rested on top of it.