I hate that it keeps taking me so long to update. I just started school, and I just started contributing to a sports blog! Things have been a little hectic the past few weeks, but I'm doing my best, I promise! Anyway, thank you guys so much for sticking with me, with all my sporadic updating habits. I love you all! This is the longest chapter I think I've ever written for any story, so... Enjoy!
Olivia stepped into the elevator with Trevor, and as soon as the door closed his lips were on hers and his hand was in her hair. She moaned and bit on his bottom lip. She felt the wall of the elevator against her back and she arched into him, pulling her lips from his. "We need to get to the room now," she whispered against his lips, pulling him closer by the lapels of his jacket.
Trevor groaned and started to kiss her neck, running his hands over her back. "Slow elevator," he grumbled in her ear.
She gasped as she felt his lips on her neck, grasping onto his short hair. "You're not helping matters, baby," she whispered and found his lips again. The elevator door dinged and the doors opened on their floor. He walked her back up against the door. She giggled and broke the kiss. "You should probably get me inside," she murmured against his lips.
He took the key card from his pocket and slid it into the door as her lips found his neck again. He groaned and pushed the door open and pulled her inside and pressed her against the wall and moved his lips to her ear. "You're so sexy," he whispered.
Olivia groaned and untied his tie. "You get me so hot baby," she whispered and bit his bottom lip. "I need you," she whispered.
Trevor grinned and bit on her neck. "You really have no panties on?"
She bit her bottom lip and shrugged. "You want to feel to find out or do you want to see them in my purse?"
He ran his hands up her legs and to her clit and rubbed it gently. He heard her moan and he grinned, pulled away and ran his hands up her back, unzipping her dress, letting it fall to the floor. "Turn around," he whispered in her ear.
Olivia grinned and turned so her back was to him. "You want me to assume the position?" she asked on a breath, bracing herself against the wall and spreading her legs. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with desire, "What are you going to do to me?"
Trevor grinned and ran his hand up her bare back, expertly unhooking her bra in one motion, letting it fall before he ran his hands up to her hair and took the clip out of it. She shook her hair out and grinned when she felt him gently tug at her hair. "I'm going to tease you, bring you to the edge of the most glorious orgasm you've ever hand then back off, until you're writhing beneath my touch and begging me to let you come. Then I'm going to fuck you until they knock on our door and tell us to shut up because you're going to be screaming for more," he bit on her ear lobe.
She whimpered, feeling her body shake. "Trevor," she whispered, begging him already for his touch.
He grinned and ran his hands over her body, softly, teasingly. "You know, I'm hungry," he whispered. "Maybe it's time for dessert?" he whispered in her ear.
Olivia let out a shaky breath, knowing exactly what he was talking about, but still wanting to be a smart ass. "You had your dessert already," she grinned, and gasped when she felt his fingers find her clit again.
Trevor bit her earlobe and teased her clit. "You know damn well what I mean," he whispered. "You ready for a night of pure ecstasy?"
She craned her neck back and captured his lips moaning in response, pushing her hips back, grinding into his, biting gently on his bottom lip as he pulled away. He kissed down her back, slipping between her legs, licking up her slit. She gasped at the contact, holding him against her center.
He groaned and wrapped his lips around her, sucking her clit and gripping her ass, doing his best to help her stay upright. He pulled away and pushed two fingers inside her. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he looked up at her as his fingers moved in and out of her at a quick pace, one hand pulling at her nipple, the other bracing her against the wall, her legs staring to tremble. "You gonna come for me?"
Olivia threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Baby, please," she begged. "Let me come baby, I need it," she whimpered and gripped his hair. "I'm so close don't stop," she begged.
Trevor grinned and sucked a little more on her clit before pulling away. "Begging to come already? Hmm, maybe I should stop, have some more fun," he whispered, pulling away from her.
She groaned. "Trevor Langan, I swear to God if you don't let me come I will handcuff you to that bed and make you watch while I make myself come," her voice was desperate, pleading. She saw his face in front of hers and felt him pick her up, squealing, as he carried her to the bed and climbed on top of her. She grinned and looked up at him. "Hi," she whispered as she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, groaning, her head lifting to kiss him deeper, more passionately.
He smirked and pulled away from the kiss, kissing down her body, down her legs, picking one up and resting it on his shoulder, kissing her inner calf. "You're so beautiful," he whispered and shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall on the floor.
Olivia pulled him closer. "You're a damn tease," she whispered, her body yearning for his touch. She kissed him again, begging him to finish what he started, moving his fingers to her center, sighing as she felt his rough fingers brush against her, but groaning as he quickly turned the tables and pinned her arms by her head and pulled away from the kiss. "Baby please," she begged.
Trevor smirked and kissed her nose. "Patience my love," he whispered. "I promise it'll be so worth it," he buried his head in her neck. "You want me inside you?
She huffed and arched her back. "You're a little overdressed for that, don't you think," she asked and raised an eyebrow.
He grinned and kissed down to her abdomen, gently nipping at the skin. "Someone's getting feisty," he whispered and continued his pleasurable torment of her body.
"I'm sexually frustrated, I'm ready to come, but someone," she said, emphasizing the word. "Won't give me the final push over the edge," Olivia said through gritted teeth.
Trevor kissed up to her lips. "I'm going to let your hands go, and you're not going to touch your pussy in any way. You're not going to touch your clit or play with your nipples, so I can get my clothes off, and then I'll let you finish. Got it?"
She bit her bottom lip. "Hurry up," she grumbled. She felt him ease up on her hands and get up and she figured she'd test him and she ran her hands over her body, moving her hands over her clit, it wasn't long before she felt him back on her, her arms pinned over her head and his lips on hers. She moaned and begged for more.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "You keep playing and I'll make you wait all night to come," he whispered. "I'm no stranger to blue balls, I can make you wait all night," he bit her earlobe.
Olivia let out a breath and looked into his eyes. "You wouldn't," she whispered, her eyes narrowing.
Trevor smirked and looked down at her. "Want to bet on that?" he asked receiving no response. "I'll take that as a no," he kissed her gently. "Just let me get my clothes off," he whispered and continued kissing her. "I promise," he murmured, "I'll give you one of the best orgasms of your life," he finished speaking, his lips on her neck, gently biting.
She groaned. "Make it fast, I can't hold out much longer," she whispered, her head turning to give him better access.
He pushed off her and untied his tie, letting it fall to the ground, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Olivia lick her lips as she watched his skin come into view. He turned his back and pushed his pants and boxers over his hips, hearing her moan and turning his head back towards her and saw her back arched, her hands still over her head. He let his shirt slide off his shoulders and he walked back over to the bed. "Open your eyes," he whispered.
Olivia's eyes fluttered open and looked into his, seeing lust shining back at her, but something else, something so much more powerful, she saw the love and adoration he held for her. She smiled and kissed him. The atmosphere had changed, the tempo had changed. This went from animalistic need, to a desire to get closer to one another. She got on her knees, facing him, her hands on his shoulders. "Sit," she whispered, seeing him sit in front of her. She straddled his lap, sitting on his thighs, running her fingers over his shoulders.
Trevor rested his hands on her hips. "You okay?" he whispered, noticing the shift in the air. He'd hoped that he hadn't pushed too far, that he didn't ruin this.
She rested her forehead against his and she nodded. "Yeah," she whispered back. "I'm wonderful," she grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. "I just… I realized that you and me," she took a deep breath and ran her hands over his chest. "You told me you would give me one of the best orgasms I've ever had," as much as she wanted to look away from his gaze, she couldn't. "You always do. There's no rush," she smiled and caressed his face. "Let's not rush tonight," she bit her bottom lip. "Let's just let tonight be about us," she kissed him softly.
He kissed her back, running his hands over her skin. He cradled her head in his hand, keeping the kiss soft and slow. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "I love you," he whispered to her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Olivia looked into his eyes. "I love you too," she responded, touching his lips softly, looking from his eyes to his lips. "So much," they sat there staring into each other's eyes for a few minutes, their breathing syncing up. She leaned in and kissed him and moved over him, feeling him inside her. She broke the kiss and let out a heavy breath. "Mm," she let out a moan and arched her back as she started to move her hips over him.
Trevor let out a groan when he felt her slip over him, and moved his hips into hers. "Oh, baby," he whispered and flipped them so he was on top of her, taking her hands in his, entwining their fingers. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as his lips found hers again, their hips moving together slowly, the only sounds were their breathless moans as they moved together.
She hadn't ever felt like this, like her soul was entangling with his. It should have scared her, it should have sent her running for the hills, but it didn't. She felt her heart open more than it already was to him, and in that moment she realized she didn't just love Trevor Langan, she was in love with him. Her back arched and her legs wrapped around his waist, feeling her muscles start to contract. "Trevor," she whispered his name as if it was a solemn prayer.
He felt her muscles contract around him, and he promised himself he wasn't going to come without her. Just looking at her like this was all it took. He hoped she was feeling everything he was, and that he was putting all of that feeling into his actions. "Come for me baby," he whispered and captured his lips in hers.
Olivia let go and let out a breath as she let euphoria wash over her body. She felt his release inside her shortly after hers and she smiled. "Oh," she felt his body weight on top of her and she closed her eyes, running her fingers through his hair.
Trevor let out a groan and placed chaste kisses on any skin he could reach without needing to move his body. "Wow," he whispered in her ear, hearing her chuckle and seeing her look down at him, a bright smile on her face, still flushed from orgasm.
She caressed his skin and rested back against the pillow. "You can say that again," she whispered. "You definitely came through," she let her fingers gently scratch up his back.
He snuggled into her and closed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, sleep evident in his voice.
Olivia smiled. "Best orgasm I've ever had," she whispered. She looked over at the clock. "It's after midnight, we should get some sleep."
Trevor pushed himself up, feeling her pull him back down. "Can I ask you something?" he asked her, taking one of her hands back in hers, holding their hands up and looking at them.
"Hm?" she asked, her eyes closed, exhausted.
"Have you ever imagined your wedding?" he asked her, kissing her knuckles.
Olivia's eyes opened and she smiled. "When I was a kid… I would even walk around with a pillowcase on my head as a veil."
"Tell me about it," Trevor whispered.
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "I wanted to be a princess. Big poufy dress, a veil, tiara." She bit her bottom lip. "And I wanted to get married at Saint Patrick's Cathedral."
"I didn't know you were Catholic?" he asked her softly.
Olivia smiled. "I'm not… I'm not any religion really. I just always thought that's how it was. You get married in a big dress, in a big church…" she shrugged. "I even knew my dad was going to walk me down the aisle." She wanted to roll her eyes at her younger self.
Trevor propped himself up. "I thought you didn't know your dad," he asked, confused.
She looked at him. "You promise me you won't laugh at me, because it's so utterly ridiculous, I'm kind of embarrassed." She saw him nod and she took a deep breath. "When I was a kid, I didn't know what rape was. I thought the only way to make a baby was for a mother and father to love each other. My mom, no matter how many guys she brought home, there was only one she would say she loved. She loved him so much, I was convinced he was my dad."
"And that was?" Trevor asked her, finding her childhood mind fascinating.
"Frank Sinatra," she rolled her eyes and looked into his. "I had this whole elaborate idea that he was going to come and rescue me from my mother. I actually held onto that hope until the day my mother told me the truth about my dad," she whispered, looking away from him. "Even though part of me knew that it wasn't true, as I got older… I needed a way to escape from my mother. Once my mom told me about who my dad really was, I stopped looking for limos to stop outside our apartment building, and started for looking for love wherever I could find it. I just wanted out." She felt the tears well up in her eyes.
He wiped her eyes with his thumbs and looked at her. "Hey, look at me," he whispered and saw her eyes meet his. "I think every kid who has an abusive parent looks for an escape somewhere. I found out for a school project I was part English and swore I was an heir to the throne, and that I really needed to be in England to claim it once Queen Elizabeth died." He saw her smile. "I'd never laugh at you for surviving the only way you knew how."
Olivia moved their hands to kiss his knuckles. "Thank you," she whispered. "My wedding ideas have changed now, though, so don't expect to propose and see me walk down the aisle looking like a cream puff."
Trevor let out a laugh and kissed her softly. "Tell me," he whispered.
"I want a classic, sexy, simple dress, formfitting, but not to the point where you see all my flaws, and don't tell me I don't have any," she said cutting off the interruption she knew was coming. "I don't even know if I want to wear white… I'm no virgin, I'm probably the furthest thing from pure you could find. I'd probably be better off walking down the aisle in a blood red dress."
He looked at her. "You can where whatever color you damn well please. Just because you've had sex doesn't mean you're not pure. You have the purest heart I've ever seen in anyone. It's beautiful to see. You give people closure, Olivia, would anyone who didn't have a pure heart be able to do that?"
Olivia looked into his eyes. "How do you know exactly what to say to make me feel better?"
Trevor kissed her gently and rolled off her, pulling her closer to him. "I honestly couldn't tell you, I'm just glad I can help put your beautiful mind at ease."
She rested her head on his chest. "I love you," she whispered and kissed his chest. "Thank you for loving me, even with all the baggage.
He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. "Thank you for loving me, even though you don't like my job." He ran his hand over her shoulders. "You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me." He whispered softly to her.
Olivia smiled at him and whispered, "Ditto."
A/N: One of my favorite things about writing fanfic is that I get to create things about characters, I get to come up with little tidbits we may not see, or in Trevor's case, a whole back story. I love digging a little deeper into these characters to gain a better understanding of my own perception of them, because after all, media consumption is all about perception, isn't it? Anyway, please if you have a free second, leave a review, here or on Twitter (mariskaxcouric) and stay tuned for the next chapter... whenever that may come!
