by Cole, Fiona
“You’ll have to meet her another time,” David said.
The weight that had just lifted landed back on my chest with a thud. They had no idea I’d met Olivia before. Intimately. Repeatedly in a night’s span.
Thankfully, David began telling Daniel about his new product line, and I managed to stay focused on the conversation and ignore the family portrait above the buffet table across the room.
I didn’t need to look at her picture to remember her. She’d visited my dreams more than I cared to admit. Most women came and went, and I had no doubt Olivia would have been the same if I hadn’t been constantly faced with my mistake, each time I saw my best friend. At least, that’s what I reasoned why I dreamt of her blonde hair in my fist as I fucked her from behind.
Thank God, I didn’t have to be faced directly with the source. One small blessing for the night.
As if God was laughing at me for speaking too soon, the front door opened and slammed.
“Hey,” an all too familiar voice called through the doorway. “Sorry, I’m late. Plans changed, and I figured I’d come home to see…” her voice faded off when she came into the room, her eyes landing directly on me. “Everyone,” she barely finished with a whisper.
God, I forgot how blue her eyes were. I forgot how vibrant she was with her blonde hair and youth. She looked so much younger standing there in her black leggings and oversized sweater that fell to her fingers. Almost like she could still be a high school student.
I had to look away when even that last thought didn’t stop my dick from twitching under the table. Because no matter what she looked like standing there, my mind and body remembered how much of a woman she was.
“This hotel room is massive,” Olivia said, awe tinging her voice as she stared around the room.
I stared at her back—so much bared skin, I didn’t know where to start. My cock ached even though I had only come not even an hour before. All I could think about was rutting against her like an animal. And while I had plans to use her tonight in ways her nineteen-year-old body had probably never been used, I wanted to ease her into it—give her at least three more orgasms before I buried myself inside her again. To do that, I needed to come again—to ease the throbbing begging me to fuck her.
She turned to me—still standing by the door, my hands in my pockets—with a wide smile, her blue eyes sparkling under the chandelier. I didn’t return the smile. Instead, I held her stare and prowled toward her. “On your knees.”
“Wha-what?” she stuttered, her smile falling.
“I know what it feels like inside that tight cunt, now I want to know what it feels like in your throat.” She swallowed, and it had the throbbing pounding harder, a primal beat thundering through me. “Now, get on your knees.”
Her tongue slicked out, and I couldn’t stop the moan as I watched her nibble her full lips as she sank to the floor.
I stood right in front of her, her large doe eyes staring up at me with heat and innocence. Holding her stare, I began undoing my pants, the clank of my buckle echoing in the tiled room. She didn’t look away when she heard my zipper. She didn’t look away when she heard the rustle of my pants opening enough to free my length. She didn’t even look away when I used the head of my cock to paint her full lips with my pre-cum oozing from the slit.
With one hand around my shaft, the other dug into her hair, fisting it tight. I yanked her head back and held my dick at her lips. She opened on cue, but my cruel grip in her hair prevented her from moving to suck me into her mouth. I stretched out the anticipation as long as I could stand it. Finally, I began easing between her lips and slowly slid inside her mouth, not stopping even when I hit her gag reflex. “All the way to the back,” I ordered, pushing into her throat.
“Olivia,” Julia’s happy voice broke me from my memory to find my hand clenched around the fork and knife with a white-knuckled grip. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“Umm,” her eyes kept flicking to me as she tried to form words to respond. “I thought dinner with family trumped what I had planned.”
“Of course, it does.” Julia stood to grab Olivia a plate and utensils and set them up next to her—right across from me.
Olivia sat slowly, barely taking her eyes off me like I had a gun pointed to her head, and if she moved too fast, I’d shoot her.
“Hey, pumpkin,” David greeted her.
“Hey, Daddy.”
Each greeting was like a punch to the gut. In the moment of that night, our age difference and the fact that she was my best friend’s niece had seemed inconsequential. Hearing her be called pumpkin and her using the word daddy—not for me—had me feeling like an old man, preying on the innocence of the world.
“Olivia,” Daniel said. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend for dinner?”
Her eyes finally jerked away from me, probably realizing Daniel’s hesitant tone was due to her reaction since she saw me upon walking in. “Of course, not,” she said perkier than seemed natural.
“Where are my manners?” Julia admonished herself. “You two haven’t even met yet. Olivia, this is Alexander. Alexander, this is Olivia, our baby girl.”
Olivia’s lips pinched a little. “Alexander?” she asked slowly.
I gave the most neutral smile I could conjure and gave a slight nod. “Alexander Kent.”
3 Olivia
Holy. Freaking. Shit.
Ohmysweetmothermaryjosephgodalmightyfuck.
Those were the only words rolling through my head, and I had to clamp my jaw shut to keep them from tumbling out. What did I say? Acknowledge we’d met? No, that wouldn’t work because then they’d want to know where. What did he want me to say? Did he want me to pretend we’d never met?
When my mom nudged me under the table, I realized I’d been silent for too long and went with the easiest response I could muster.
“It’s nice to meet you, Alexander.” I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to from enunciating his name.
He’d told me his name was Kent. He’d told me a lot of things that night.
Suck my cock.
Swallow my cum.
Bend over.
Take more.
Scream for me.
But not once did he say his name was Alexander.
“Please,” he said, his deep voice rippling over my skin. “Call me, Kent.”
I could barely meet his dark eyes without my body trembling with remembered pleasure. But somehow, I managed to hold them, I managed to remain calm under them, despite the intense heat. I swallowed, becoming lost in memories of staring up at him as he moved inside me. The moment stretched and tightened, and I was sure it screamed at everyone in the room.
“Oh.” Way to sound eloquent, Olivia. “Uncle Daniel, you never mentioned him.” How the hell had I missed this connection.
“Sure, I did. He’s the business partner I always talk about—maybe I never actually said his name. Kent owns the other half of Voyeur. Your mom usually shuts down all conversation before I can get very far.”
A manic laugh bubbled up my throat, but I choked it down. “Huh.” More eloquence spewing from my lips.
“That’s enough of that talk,” Mom stepped in as usual. She tried to shield me from Daniel’s illicit club as much as possible. It was a hollow effort at best since I already knew everything there was to know.
“I started calling him Kent in college, and it stuck,” Daniel said.
I blinked a few times, coming out of my stupor.
“I was sure it was because you just forgot my first name, and I was too lazy to correct you,” Kent joked.
Daniel gave him a doubtful look and shook his head. “I was the best thing that happened to you in college.”
“I remember you in college,” Mom said with her eyebrows raised. “I’m not sure how good you were for anyone with your wild ways.”
Daniel shrugged unapologetically and turned to me with the sincerity I always saw from him. Sometimes my parents got caught up
in their lives, friends, and appearances, leaving our relationship nice but superficial. Daniel, however, had always been there. He’d guided me through the hardest parts of life, answered all the questions no matter how uncomfortable they were. He saw the real me, and that was a rare occurrence the older I got. “Speaking of crazy college students, are you keeping out of trouble?”
I fought to keep my eyes from flicking to Kent’s. “Of course, I’m an angel.”
Dad snorted, and Mom laughed. Then I did look at Kent, who had an eyebrow raised, and gave me a look that said he knew better. Everyone else was making a joke, knowing I kept my life pretty uninteresting. But Kent…Kent knew I was anything but an angel.
I copied Daniel’s movement and shrugged. “I keep good grades.”
“Speaking of good grades,” my mom said. I fought my eyes rolling back in my head. Here came the interrogation and suggestions for more. “Did you get the email I sent about the Honor Society. You’d be a shoo-in.”
My eyes met Daniel’s across the table, and I almost laughed at his eye-roll.
I kept my answer short without giving any ammo to continue the conversation. “Yeah, I saw it.”
“And…?”
“And, I’ll look it over.” No promises or guarantees, that way, she couldn’t hold it against me when I didn’t join. Nothing about what the Honor Society did enticed me. I didn’t care to go to the formals and stuffy meetings. If I wanted to do charity work, I didn’t need to do it with a bunch of people I didn’t even like.
“Would anyone like more to drink?” Mom asked. “Kent?”
“No, Julia. I’m good, thank you. Actually, I’m going to run to the restroom.”
“You remember where they are?” Daniel asked.
Kent nodded and disappeared around the corner.
“He’s been here before?” I asked, surprised I’d never met him in our home.
“Yeah, Kent and I go way back. He’s been here quite a few times. I guess you’ve always just missed him.”
And yet, I hadn’t missed him that night at Voyeur. Interesting how things played out.
I looked over at the empty seat and quickly cleared my plate of the last bite. “I’m going to run to my room real quick. I need to grab some books for class.”
I walked out and passed the stairs leading to my room and headed toward the bathroom in the hall. I needed to just say hi to him in private. I needed to look in his eyes without pretending we’d never met. I may not ever see him again after tonight. I mean, I’d somehow missed him for twenty years, what’s to say I wouldn’t miss him for another twenty.
I carefully twisted the knob, closing my eyes and sending a quick wish that it wasn’t locked. When it fully turned, I bit my lip to hold back the smile trying to break free. I pushed the door open quickly and stepped in, shutting it softly behind me.
Kent’s eyes widened over his shoulder as he rinsed his hands at the sink.
Leaning my back against the door, I stared for a moment, taking in his lean body, his dark hair sprinkled with bits of gray. I noticed his beard was trimmed and sporting more gray than it had when I’d last seen him. If anything, it made him sexier.
“Hi,” I whispered. My intentions were innocent when I stepped through the door, but if he were to ask, I’d do whatever he wanted; right here with my parents only a room over.
His brows furrowed, and he swallowed hard, snatching the towel off the rack and drying his hands with jerky movements. “What are you doing in here?” he whispered harshly.
I almost wanted to laugh at his nervous glances to the door like he expected someone else to barge in on us at any moment. “I was just saying hi, Kent.”
He took a deep breath and sighed; his shoulders finally relaxing as he dragged a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t be in here, Olivia.”
“I know. I just wanted to say hi without pretending we don’t know each other.” I gave a small smile. “I promise to not force myself on you.”
He breathed a laugh. “Trust me, you wouldn’t have to force anything.” He fully faced me with all his attention. His features relaxed, and it reminded me of when we talked over snacks at midnight between fuck-sessions. He looked like the Kent I knew and not the frantic Alexander from ten minutes ago. One side of his lips tipped up, and he looked at me like a fond memory. One that wouldn’t be repeated.
A sinking weight dropped from my chest to my stomach. I wasn’t surprised by it—just surprised by how sad I was over the disappointment. I dropped my head to hide the deep breath I was taking to push past the weight tugging in my chest.
His shoes came into view, almost kissing the tips of mine. Then his hand appeared as it reached under to tip my chin. The heat from the singular, simple graze of his finger to my skin bloomed out from the spot, swelling my lips, making my nipples hard, and dipping down into my stomach, somehow mixing with the disappointment, fighting for dominance.
“You know I don’t regret anything about that night, but if Daniel found out, it wouldn’t go over well.”
He was only voicing what I’d seen in his eyes a moment before. The disappointment won, and I didn’t fight it this time. I cocked a brow and gave him my sexiest smirk, enjoying his fingers on my skin a bit longer before pulling back.
“I don’t regret anything either. You know, in the moment, nothing seemed very important besides feeling you.” I laughed softly, finally breaking the connection when I dropped my head back to the door. “But sitting with Mom and Dad at dinner with you was a strange situation, I wasn’t expecting to face.” He laughed with me, running his hand through his hair again. “Don’t worry though. I don’t plan on going out there and announcing that I know what it feels like to choke on your cock.”
His eyes flicked to mine, heat making the dark brown look almost black. A growl rumbled low in his chest. I squeezed my thighs at the predatory look, my smile growing at how I could still affect this man. I couldn’t help it. He stood there, so tall and broad—so mature. I knew how playful he could be, and I wanted to bring it out of him, just for me, in this tiny space.
“That’s a good call,” he managed to squeeze out past his clenched jaw.
I stepped away from the door and into him, fighting down the urge to push up to my toes and kiss his cheek. I wanted to smell his skin to see if it still smelled of the orange sandalwood that enticed me almost two years ago. But somehow, I did fight the craving and turned in the small space, my shoulder brushing his chest, and opened the door. I scanned the hall and before I stepped out, looked over my shoulder and gave a wink. “See you out there, Kent.”
I quickly ran to my room and picked some random book to shove into my bag before returning to the dinner table. Kent gave me a cursory glance and seemed to have relaxed since our little bathroom chat. Probably feeling relief that I hadn’t fallen at his feet and begged him for a repeat.
I grabbed a seat next to Mom, and she slid me a glass of wine. My dad gave her an irritated look, but she waved him off. “She’ll be twenty-one in a month. Don’t give me that look, David.”
I took a sip of the crisp liquid, the taste of apples, lingering in my mouth long after I swallowed the dry wine. I smiled around the rim of my glass when I noticed a muscle tick in Kent’s jaw at the mention of my age.
“Olivia, how’s your project going? Have you found a business to intern for yet?” my mom asked.
“Well, you won’t let me work with Uncle Daniel, so I’m at a loss.”
Daniel laughed and winked at me. “Nice try. We don’t want to give your teacher a heart attack with your presentation. Or spoil that angelic mind.”
According to my family, I only knew what Voyeur was from a few comments made here and there by Daniel and Dad. No one but Kent knew I’d snuck in and already corrupted my angelic side.
“Why don’t you intern for Kent?” Daniel suggested. “I’m sure he can conjure up a spot for you.”
All the relaxation that Kent had gained since coming back into the room vanished. His
shoulders tensed, and his head jerked to Daniel.
“Ummm…” I hesitated.
Daniel didn’t notice and kept talking up the idea. “Yeah, it’d be great. He’s opening a new hotel here in Cincinnati, a big, ritzy one. It’s in the end stages, so you’d get to see how the final business is set up. It’ll be great.”
“Um,” Kent began. “I’m not sure that will work. I’ve got the one in New York too that needs me, and I won’t be here very often.”
“Nonsense,” my mom said, waving her hand like she was swatting the problem away. “I’ve seen the project criteria. She only needs a few hours a week.”
“And she could work with one of your managers if you happen to not be there,” Daniel added.
They just kept talking, building up the plans, each idea making it harder and harder to turn down. Kent kept opening his mouth to speak, but they’d talk over him, shutting down anything he was going to say. I could tell he wasn’t too keen on the idea but didn’t have a leg to stand on to deny it.
“It’s really up to Olivia if she’s interested or not,” he said when he finally had room to speak. His eyes gave a hesitant look. He probably wanted me to say no, to give him an out.
But for the first time since I’d agreed to fuck an older man in a sex club, my heart raced. My skin prickled with excitement like I had my hand on a battery, and the electricity worked its way through me. Oaklyn said I couldn’t just sit by and wait for things to happen. She told me I had to take charge.
So, I ignored Kent’s look and took charge.
“I’d love to.”
4 Kent
“How long until you leave again?” Daniel asked from his lounged position in the club chair.
“In maybe a week or two.”
“Always gone. You should at least buy an apartment here to give you a home-base.”
I stared at the glass of amber liquid hanging precariously from my fingertips, entranced by the round ball of ice circling the bottom.