THE GIRL NEXT DOOR – chapter four
Olivia had no idea Peter was serious. It really was a competition to him. Like he had to beat whatever Kate had done to get her off. He'd spent the better part of the last hour literally interrogating Olivia on what she and Kate did prior to her arrival at his house. His techniques went from simple "curiosity" questions, to bribery in the span of 20 minutes. Peter soon learnt that sexual frustration worked perfectly. He had her spilling every detail, every secret in seconds. Just from simply touching her over and over, kissing her, bring her to the proverbial edge and stopping just before she fell over it.
He was at it again, his most recent question,
"How many?"
She refused to answer, swallowing down a whimper as he kissed down her stomach, his fingers barely grazing her most intimate place.
"How many do I have to pull out of you to beat her?" he asked again, his voice full of pleading seduction.
She just shook her head.
"How many, Livvie?"
He pushed two fingers hard inside of her, curling them and watching as Olivia squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip to suppress the moan of pleasure. Her hands found their way into his hair.
His mouth replacing where his fingers had previously been, sucking her hard. He lifted his head for a second to look at Olivia. She didn't like his sudden absence, using her hands to direct him back.
When he felt her shudder slightly under him, her walls beginning to clench around his fingers he pulled back, resting his chin on her lower stomach.
"How many did she get out of you? How many do I have to beat?"
He flicked his thumb over her as he spoke each word, watching the pleasure surge over her.
Just as she was about to come undone, she felt Peter slow his ministrations.
"Three!" she blurted, "She got three."
Peter immediately flicked his tongue out to taste her, suck her.
Peter felt all the blood that already hadn't, head south at the orgasmic sounds Olivia was making, at the way her back arched against him, her head thrown back against the pillow.
She came hard against him, screaming Peter's name, hands clutching at the sheets pooled around them.
"That's one."
"You are cruel." Olivia panted as she came down from her high.
"I can be worse." he playfully threatened,
"Don't. Even!"
Her next orgasm came quicker as Peter sucked on one nipple, his hand fondling with her other breast.
She was covered in a fine layer of sweat, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath.
When she felt Peter's hand start to roam her body, she wrapped her legs around his waist, flipping them so she straddled him.
"No more games. I want you, now." She moved so he was positioned at her entrance as she spoke.
Thrusting his hips up, pushing himself into her, complying completely. A groan of satisfaction slipped past her lips.
She moved above him, riding him as her gripped her hips. His fingers digging in as he grew closer.
Neither had heard Peter's bedroom door open. Neither aware of Walter's presence.
Olivia closed her eyes as Peter's fingers found her, touching her. She clenched around him,
"Oh god! Peter!" she screamed,
"Livia!"
She continued to move, feeling him come inside her. She pushed her hands against his chest, trying to keep steady.
"Agent Dunham!" Walter said in a naughty-boy tone, "I didn't know you were so vocal during intercourse. Well, I'm sure it is because of my son's sexual prowess."
Olivia hastily pulled a sheet to cover her body, Peter pulling her down to the bed so his body hide hers from Walter's intrusive gaze.
"Walter!" Peter growled at his father, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well, as you know, son, I live here. With you."
Groaning at Walter's lack of lucidity and his terrible timing, Peter fumed at his father,
"I know that, Walter! What are you doing in my room? Get out!"
"Well Astrid dropped me off early. She had plans tonight." Walter grinned gleefully, "I think she and her new man have the same ideas as you two here."
"Get out, Walter!" Peter yelled.
When Walter refused to move, rambling on about protection and sexual positioning, Peter resorted to throwing the two pillows at him.
The first smacking him square in the face.
"Peter! How very rude! And with a guest around!" Walter scoffed, "Please excuse my son's rudeness Agent Dunham—"
"Walter, can you please leave us alone for a few minutes?"
"Of course, my dear. I'll be down stairs, would anyone care for pancakes?"
He received death glares from both of them and left, closing the door.
Once the sound of his footsteps had disappeared, Peter fell back against his bed with a groan of annoyance.
After a few silent minutes, Olivia laughed. And then Peter laughed. The entire situation was absurd.
A/N: I really don't know where this came from, sorta just poured out of me.
Probably one more chapter I think then I'll wrap this up.
For those wondering about a threesome, I've decided I'm not going to write one. Kate was more of character for me to play around with. That and I'd always wanted to write girl-on-girl :P