by Cole, Fiona
Her hands moved to her chest and plucked her nipples. It was useless to fight it, my eyes dropped to the way her rosy tips looked between her small fingers. I liked the way they looked better between my larger, rougher ones. My feet moved of their own volition, until I stood by her head, looking down her lean, beautiful body.
“Defile me,” she begged, almost breaking me. Her hand slid up my thigh to cup my balls, rolling them in her palm. “You can be rough with my tiny throat,” she said in a small voice, pouting over the words. “Force me to swallow your fat cock. Make me choke on all your cum. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth before.”
I was rock hard and about to burst through the zipper of my slacks. With a dexterity that amazed me, she undid my buckle and pants.
“This is so fucking wrong, Olivia. I’m not some predator.”
She breathed a laugh, the soft air caressing the underside of my length, completely comfortable with playing the role of a little girl submitting to a grown man. Meanwhile, my body and head were at war. I ached to do as she said and bury myself inside her, but my mind screamed how wrong it was. I’d done a lot of role-playing, but never this.
“I never said you were.” She leaned up and flicked her tongue along my shaft. “Besides, it’s not the actual scene that has me soaking through my panties, it’s the forbidden—the taboo—that’s making me ache.”
“Fuck,” I growled and gave in. “Open your mouth, little girl. I’m going to teach you how to suck my dick.”
Pushing my head to her lips, her mouth fell open, and I eased my way in. I’d pushed to her throat before but never like this. Never in a way, I could see the head of my cock bulging in her throat each time I pushed all the way in.
Olivia held on to my ass with one hand and played with her tits with the other, making the most delicious choking sounds. Leaning back, I looked down at her stretched mouth, tears streaming down her face. Her hand dug harder into my ass, and that consent was enough to have me falling headfirst into this game she started.
Resting my fingers on her neck, I felt the way it stretched around my head. “Your throat is too little for my fat cock. But you’ll take it, won’t you?”
She whimpered, playing her role but followed it with a humming vibration. Wanting her to come too, I leaned over and tugged her panties aside, sliding my fingers through her wet slit, rolling them across her swollen clit.
“Look at this tight young pussy, all wet from sucking a man’s dick. Has anyone touched you here before?”
She shook her head no and squeezed her legs closed, but I pried them apart.
“I don’t think so. I’m going to finger this tiny pussy until you’re screaming around my thick cock. You’re going to swallow all my cum and like it.”
Her hips went wild, and I continued to push in and out of her mouth, almost coming along with her when she struggled to scream her pleasure.
I stood upright again and cradled her neck, fucking her hard now, ready to come.
“That’s it, little girl. Let me use that pretty mouth to spill my cum in. Take it. When I’m done, you’ll be begging me to let you suck me again.” I fingered her throat again. “I wish I could take a picture of the head of my cock stretching this little girl throat. I wish I could make you watch back how a grown man defiled you, taking his pleasure from your body.”
With a few more thrusts, with all her stuffed animals atop her pink bedspread, her pompoms perched on a shelf, I emptied myself into Olivia’s throat.
“Fucking swallow it. All of it,” I moaned.
I pushed as far in as I could go and almost collapsed from the pleasure as pulse after pulse of my cum spilled down her throat.
Slipping out, Olivia coughed a few times but quickly went back to suck any remaining cum from the head. She rolled over to her knees, only in her skirt, her perky breasts rosy and still hard, her mascara streaking down her cheeks from her tears. Cradling her face, I wiped my thumb through the black lines, smearing them more. “Fucking beautiful.”
She smiled with pride, and despite her confidence, I still questioned mine.
“I’ve never fantasized about that,” I confessed. “And you know I’m not with you because of how young you are, right?”
She rose up and wrapped her arms around my neck, laying a gentle kiss to my lips. She was soothing me like I hadn’t just roughly fucked her throat. This woman was amazing.
“I know that, Kent. It’s just a fantasy—one I have thought about. Not that I’m with you because of your age, because I’m not. There’s nothing wrong with fantasies. Maybe one night, I can convince you to sneak into my apartment and force me.”
I groaned in pleasure and pain. “You’re going to kill me.”
“It’s all consensual,” she said with an easy shrug as though she hadn’t admitted how much she trusted me to do a rape fantasy with her.
I pulled her tight, burying my head in her neck. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I’d never get tired of hearing those words.
“You should probably go, so no one comes looking.”
“Good idea.” One last kiss and a flick of her nipples, and I pulled back, tucking myself away. “Night, baby.”
“Goodnight, Kent.”
I shut the door softly and crept down the stairs thinking of reasons for being gone for fifteen minutes. The only excuse I had was embarrassing, but worth it for what I’d just done with Olivia.
“You get lost?” Daniel joked.
“No. Something just isn’t sitting right with me.” I laughed and laid my hand on my stomach.
Daniel cringed and tossed the remaining amber liquid down his throat. “Maybe we should leave.”
“Yeah, that’s probably best.”
I definitely needed to get out of there before I went back to Olivia’s room and really defiled her.
23 Olivia
“Look who I found,” Oaklyn deadpanned behind me.
I turned away from the computer to find Oaklyn and…
Fucking Aaron.
“Livvie-baby.” He held his arms wide with a cheesy-ass smile that instantly annoyed me. “I couldn’t miss lunch with my favorite girl.”
Oaklyn’s disgusted face almost made me want to laugh out loud at the situation if I wasn’t sitting in the middle of Kent’s hotel lobby, where Kent could appear any moment to see me talking with my used-to-be fuck-buddy. I quickly looked around as if Kent would pop around the corner at any moment and ran through all the ways I could get rid of Aaron without just kicking his ass out the door.
Two lanky arms wrapped around me, and I immediately pulled out of his arms as gently as possible to avoid a scene.
What the fuck? I mouthed to Oaklyn.
She shrugged with pursed lips, her eyes screaming, I told you so, about Aaron. “I was kind of hoping for just a girl’s lunch,” she said, trying to save us from any more time with the octopus, I was currently trying to escape.
“Livvie wants me here,” Aaron defended, standing too close behind me.
“I’m looking right at her, and she looks thrilled.” Oaklyn forced a smile to match her sarcastic tone, but it went over Aaron’s head.
“Told you.”
Ugh, what an idiot. I was rolling my eyes when I saw two tall men walk in. Oh. Fuck. Me.
Kent’s eyes locked with mine, hardening to flint when he took in Aaron.
I took an exaggerated step away from Aaron, not bothering to hide my annoyance when he smiled down at me.
Seeing him here, standing in Kent’s hotel, I barely held off a shudder. How did I screw around with him as long as I did? Oaklyn was right, I did deserve better, and tracking Kent across the lobby, I knew I’d found it. Being with him—loving him—had me realizing I’d only kept Aaron around to control him and the relationship I decided to have with him. I couldn’t get hurt if I didn’t open up, and nothing about Aaron encouraged me to open up.
“Listen, Aar—”
“Is that my favorit
e niece slaving away?” Daniel said, interrupting my attempt to politely tell Aaron to fuck off.
“Hey, Uncle Daniel.”
He walked over and wrapped me in his arms, thankfully, putting more distance between Aaron and me. And Oaklyn, the goddess she was, took the opportunity to stand between us too, her eyes letting me know how fucked up this whole situation was.
It was like the beginning of some bad joke. A girl walks into the bar and sees her past fuck-buddy, current lover, and uncle all smiling at her. What does a girl do? If I had a choice, I’d have loved it if a hole would’ve opened up and swallowed me alive. I would have loved for Kent to wrap his arms around me and tell Aaron to fuck off and then have lunch with him.
None of that happened.
The disappointment of it not happening mixed with the gratitude that Kent held himself back in front of Daniel. And then, there was the guilt at creating a situation where he couldn’t stake his claim. But right now, wasn’t the time.
“We were just about to have some lunch,” Oaklyn said.
“Fantastic, so were we.” Daniel smiled but eyed Aaron skeptically. “Kent had lunch ordered in for everyone, I’m sure a few extra friends can join, right, buddy?”
“Sure,” Kent managed from his clenched jaw.
We made our way to the mostly empty conference room. A few people still lingered, finishing up their breaks. Daniel and Kent sat on one side of the table, and we sat on the other. Unfortunately, Aaron snagged a seat right next to me, but I did my best to make it clear I was scooting away.
“Are you the uncle that owns the sex club?” Aaron asked around a mouthful of food.
“No,” Daniel answered with a dead stare.
“Oh…” Aaron’s eyebrows furrowed and turned his confused gaze to me. “How many uncles do you have?”
“Just Daniel.”
I would’ve laughed at his confusion if I wasn’t so desperate for him to just be fucking gone.
“It’s not a sex club,” Daniel explained. His tone was casual, with a hint of irritation bubbling underneath. “Just a regular club.”
Aaron still looked baffled by Daniel’s explanation until his mouth dropped open into an “oooooohhh” like a lightbulb had just gone off. “I see,” he said with an exaggerated wink. Now I was confused. “Got to keep it on the down-low.”
Oaklyn stopped chewing to give Aaron her full what-the-fuck stare. I didn’t blame her. He was such an idiot.
“I’d love to get in there,” Aaron continued, completely unaware of everyone’s annoyance at his presence. It was only a matter of moments before Kent’s death-glare finally dropped Aaron dead. “Maybe you could get your niece and her boyfriend in. Olivia and I could have a date.” He gave another wink and bobbed his eyebrows at me.
“Barf,” Oaklyn said.
“No,” Daniel and Kent said at the same time.
“You’re not my boyfriend,” I said over all of them.
“C’mon, Livvie,” Aaron tried to cajole.
“Just shut up, Aaron.”
“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “I know how it is.”
I glared, on the brink of punching him. This room was a mess getting worse by the second, and I needed a moment’s reprieve before I snapped. “I’ll be back.”
I darted my eyes across the table to Kent, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Aaron. Then, I chanced a look at Daniel, and a small part of me crumpled under his confused gaze. One eyebrow rose like he was asking me if this was who I really wanted in my life. I wanted to shout across the table that no, it wasn’t and beg him to forget this ever happened. Anything to get rid of the tinge of disappointment coloring the questioning look.
It was so minute, but enough to dig deep and make it hard to breathe—like a needle in my lungs. I needed to get out of that room. I needed a moment away from all the ways I could make Daniel disappointed in me at one tiny table.
As soon as I stood, Aaron cut in again with a new topic that had me freezing at the door.
“Aren’t you going to be speaking at our class, Mr. Kent? Just got the email today.”
I turned with wide eyes, but as soon as my gaze clashed with his, he looked away. “Yes. Professor Arden contacted me earlier this week.”
Part of me wanted to stay and ask more questions like, why hadn’t he told me. But my body urged me to get the fuck out of that room before I screamed.
I was washing my hands when the door opened.
His dark gaze pinned me in place through the mirror. My fingers dug into the cold marble of the sink when he pressed his front to my back, pushing my hips against the counter. He gripped my waist and leaned down to burrow his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. Such a simple move that sent chills down my spine, igniting a fire between my thighs. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped free and the way I arched back, rubbing my ass against his growing erection.
“Do you know how hard it is?” I rubbed my ass against him again. “To watch that disgusting little prick act like he has a right to you?” His hand moved up past my breasts to wrap around my throat, fingering the silver chain. “To act like he has a right to what is mine.”
I waited until his gaze met mine.
“Yes. I would murder any woman who tried to touch you,” I admitted because it was the truth, and it was the least I could give him after that charade out there. “I’m sorry. I’m yours.”
His eyes flashed with regret before his hand moved to fist my hair. I gasped when he jerked hard enough to sting my scalp deliciously. I held still, letting him kiss his way up my neck to nip at my ear, all while he bunched my skirt up higher and higher to reach my pussy.
I tried to push back again, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, but he tugged my hair in reprimand, his hand burrowing in my panties to cup me.
“Mine,” he growled.
“All yours. Promise. All yours.”
My knees almost gave out when his finger slipped between my folds and played with my clit.
“Kent,” I whimpered. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Right here? In the bathroom?” he taunted, playing at my opening.
“Right here. Give it to me.”
Desperation had me releasing my fist from the counter, and reaching back to grip his shaft, stroking him hard, loving his grunt.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
I continued to stroke him, and he moved to divest me of my panties. They had just cleared my ass when the bathroom door flew open.
Oaklyn’s wide eyes met mine through the mirror before one eyebrow slowly rose into her hairline. She didn’t say anything as she made her way to the stall. “You may want to hurry up. Daniel is looking for you,” she said before disappearing behind the door.
Kent tugged my underwear back in place. “Later. Meet me here later.”
“Always,” I promised.
Part of me wanted to walk out of the bathroom with his hand in mine, but I knew today wasn’t the day.
Once we were both presentable, he placed one more kiss to my lips and walked out. I leaned against the counter and waited for Oaklyn.
“That was bold,” she said, washing her hands.
I shrugged. “Please tell me Aaron is gone.”
Her smirk gave me an answer before she did. “He’s waiting for his Livvie-baby.”
“Blech.”
“God, Olivia. Just tell him to fuck off.”
“I know. I wasn’t going to. But I feel like it’s going to take a sign and an ultra-big blow to his ego to get through that thick skull of his, and I didn’t want to do that here where I’m working.”
“I will happily paint a sign tonight and hit him in the head with it,” she offered.
“Such a good friend,” I laughed.
“Come on. Let’s go before Daniel murders A-a-ron.”
“That would solve my problem,” I said wistfully.
Turned out, my problem was solved because Aaron was walking out the door.
“Said he had to go,” Ken
t explained with a smirk.
I could imagine what he’d said to make him leave.
“That guy is a douche, Olivia,” Daniel sneered. “Don’t date him.”
“Good thing I’m not then. He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Keep it that way,” Kent murmured.
Daniel patted Kent on the back. “See, I love having her here with you. I know she’s safe with you keeping an eye on her, and away from all the perverts like that.”
Oaklyn coughed next to me but turned away before I could give her my full glare.
A muscle ticked in Kent’s jaw, and he nodded toward the door. “Come on, D. Let’s go meet Carina and sign these papers.”
My heart sunk when he avoided my gaze. I knew he wasn’t happy that he had to pretend around Daniel. I knew I was screwing this up, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I didn’t know how to believe it wouldn’t explode in my face.
I didn’t know how to have faith that Daniel wouldn’t see me as everyone else did, and nothing I could say would fix it. And maybe when he saw me for what I truly was, he’d make Kent see me that way too.
God, I wanted to sink to the floor, disappointed in myself. Here I was walking around all proud, strong, and aloof, and the reality was that Olivia Witt was a big fat scaredy-cat.
The reality was that I had two men who saw me, and I didn’t want to disappoint either one, and the further I got into this, I didn’t know how to get to the other side without losing both.
24 Kent
“I’m seeing someone.”
Everyone at the table froze. I almost laughed at the picture they made.
My mom was the first one to lift wide eyes to mine. My dad’s eyes quickly following. Jacob held a fork halfway to his mouth, his lips slowly stretching into a smirk. The undying support of my sister-in-law, Lily, smiled like a proud mom as she perched my niece, Ava, in her lap who had even stopped squeezing mashed potatoes through her fat fists.