***Outside Charming***
"Seriously man. Dee noticed it too." that shit eaten grin back on the Niner's face.
He quickly turned his head toward him, "Noticed what?" trying to play off what he himself knew was true. Something was there... or not after how he walked away from her Saturday night.
Deciding he was going to have to take another route to get his point across, "Dee wouldn't give me the time of day when we first met. Took me chasing her ass for almost a year before she agreed to have dinner with me." Laroy stated seeing Happy's surprised response. "You tell anyone I told you that and I'll cap your ass myself." he said hearing his friend start laughing. "Laugh all you want fucker. Wouldn't change a damn thing I did to get her." the conversation turning serious. "And I'm sure as shit man enough to do whatever I need to do to keep her."
"What the fuck you trying to say?" Happy asked.
"Olivia Parker doesn't look like a woman who has ever had dinner with a black gang leader and his white outlaw biker friend. But yet she did, quite comfortably I might add, especially around you." seeing Happy rotate his shoulders. "Take note brother. That type of woman is rare. I should know. Never thought Dee would actually look twice at me. But twelve years later, I still can't get enough of her." Laroy confessed.
***John's Place***
Alex Trager always had a comeback to whatever someone said to him, but at the moment he had nothing. With his years of getting out of bad situations, he mentally started to plot his escape, when the reality of what she had just said to him sunk in. "What the fuck did you just say?" he questioned seeing the notably pissed off woman staring back at him.
"I'm sorry. Were you not expecting to be called out on your friendly wager involving me?"
Yep, exactly what he thought she had said. He had options. He could lie, spin a bullshit story and be done with it, but as weird as it was for him, he liked this broad. Hell, he hadn't even flirted with her. "Olivia..."
"Just don't. Please don't even try to insult my intelligence by throwing some bullshit story out. I truly don't care." she said looking him in the eye. "Now if you don't mind and I honestly don't care if you do, I'd like to finish my drink... alone." as she took another sip of her drink.
Going against his firm believe in self preservation, "Who told you?" already having a damn good idea of the blond fucker. She didn't respond, just continued to sit there quietly. "Who told you Olivia?" wanting to hear her say it was that dick head.
"It doesn't matter who told me. Hey, why don't I buy you a drink to celebrate your win?" she said getting Lauren's attention. "Lauren, how about bringing Tig another beer."
He waived off Lauren, focusing his attention back on Olivia. "Hey. It's not what you..."
Her head snapped toward his. "It's not what I think. Really? So you didn't bet someone that if they were the first to fuck me that you would vote them in or something?" she bluntly asked.
He had already killed Koz about ten times in his head. This was bad. Her calmness was unnerving. It almost reminded him of Happ...FUCK HIS LIFE! when Happy found out about this because he knew sure as fuck that Koz hadn't told him about it. "Yeah, I did tell that fucker that I'd vote him in if he fucked you. But I only made that bet with him because I knew it would never happen." his statement the God's honest truth. It stunned even him that he was being so truthful. Has to be the lack of pussy he thought.
She couldn't help but to laugh at him. "You must really think I'm stupid to believe that."
Not taking his eyes off of hers, "Nothing but the truth doll face." as he finished his beer. "You've never given that fucker a second glance, much less a first. Besides, you and Hap been busy dancin' around each other to notice him." a full grin spread across his face.
She quickly looked away from him, downing the rest of her drink in an attempt to avoid a mental picture of the man who had rejected her. "Hate to tell you, but no one's dancin' around anyone." making sure to look him in the eye to make her point.
Okay something was off. She's instantly defensive when he brought up Happy and his brother was even more short tempered the past two days, especially while breaking down a blown transmission. He noticed her eyes looked a little glassy, "How about I call..."
Turning quickly to face him, "Don't you dare call Happy. I'm perfectly fine to get myself home." she stated, desperate not to come face to face with him. "In fact, I'm going to use the restroom, then I'm going home." as she stepped down from her bar stool and headed toward the back.
He watched her turn the corner headed to the ladies room, catching a few of the regulars admiring the view as she passed their table. "What the fuck you lookin' at?" his voice threatening as he put his phone back in his pocket. Spotting her keys sitting on the bar, "Hey Lauren. I need a favor."
"What's up?"
"Follow me in the wrecker. Need to make sure she gets home." as he handed her his keys seeing John come walking over. "Going to have Lauren follow me to take her home." seeing the confused look on the man's face. "Long story. I'll bring your wife back shortly." Tig stated, seeing Olivia walk back into the bar.
"Looks like I'm your driver tonight, Doll Face." grinning at the irritated woman.
"Tig, I can drive myself." she firmly stated, pissed off at herself for leaving her keys on the bar.
Shaking his head, "No can do doll." as he motioned for her to lead the way out.
This was truly the longest car ride of her life. Between his horribly off key singing to whatever was on the radio or his attempt to make idle chit chat, Olivia now added annoyed to her list of emotions. She couldn't wait to get out of her SUV and away from him. All she wanted to do was lock herself in the quiet of her home, slip into a steaming hot bath and pretend that the past month was just a bad dream. Throwing a glance over to the wannabe AC/DC singer currently driving her car, she knew her luck wasn't that good. Turning her head back toward the window, she shut her eyes, hoping to be at home soon.
She hadn't said a word to him since they left the bar. He was pretty sure if she knew he had a gun in the back of his jeans, she would have shot him with it. Olivia Parker was angry. The scary kind. A rare form of angry that men in his world didn't see. The calm, angry silent woman. Truly the most deadly of all women. He was pretty sure she was now asleep since she hadn't moved in about fifteen minutes. Making the turn into her parking garage, he pulled into a parking space, watching as Lauren parked beside of him. He nudged Olivia waking her up before opening his door. He told Lauren to he'd be right back as he walked around the Range Rover seeing her slowly make her way out.
As she reached the elevator, she noticed Tig coming up behind her. "I can make it from here." wanting him to go ahead and leave, but getting a different response that what she was hoping for.
"Nope. Taking you to your door, Doll." as they both walked inside the elevator and she pressed the button for the top floor. Standing on the opposite side of the elevator, she just wanted this night to end. As the bell dinged and the doors opened, the two made their way down the hall, Tig silently praying he made the right decision. As they turned the last corner at her door, she froze.
Leaning against her door was the one person she was thankful she hadn't run into tonight. Before she even thought, she raised her hand, punching Tig in his upper arm.
"I told you not to call him!" she said loudly, seeing him rubbing his arm.
"Damn woman." throwing a glance over to an obviously irritated brother before looking back at her. "I didn't call him." he replied, seeing the confused look on her face. "I sent him a text." smirking at his own response which got him another punch in the arm and an even angrier look from Olivia. "Hey, you said not to call him. You didn't say I couldn't text him." Tig said in his defense.
She held out her hand, avoiding eye contact with Happy, "Give me my keys." she demanded, her green eyes pointed directly at Tig. "Now."
He knew she had reached her tolerance level with him, as he handed over the keys, watching her quickly walk around him, completely avoiding Happy to unlock her door. The two men stood there silently watching her fail in unlocking her door. Happy's eyes were either locked onto her, or glaring back at Tig wondering what in the hell was going on.
Why is this so hard she silently screamed in complete desperation in her attempt to unlock her door, get in her condo, and away from them. Trying again, she was about to yell out in frustration when she felt him put his hand on her hip and removed the keys from her grip, his body brushing against hers. She couldn't help but tense up at his touch. This had to be the most uncomfortable situation she had ever been in. Horrible scenarios were playing in her mind at the two of them laughing and congratulating each other on their win at her expense. She watched as he was able to unlock her door, starting to push it open when she moved out of his reach and walked inside. She turned immediately to shut the door to find Happy standing in the threshold preparing to come in.
"No." she said putting up her hand to stop him. "You both need to leave." was her final words to both of them. She felt a wave of strength come over her as she stood her ground, her face free from emotion, her voice calm but firm.
"What the hell is going on?" Happy demanded as he turned back toward Tig, moving just enough for Olivia to shut the door, quickly locking the dead bolt. He turned back to the door as soon as he heard her shut it. Jerking his head back to Tig, "What happened?"
Next to Clay, he respected Happy just as much, probably even more considering their roles with the club. That's why he knew that he had to tell him the truth. He owed it to him. "We need to talk." scratching his head, "and you're not going to like it." Tig stated watching Happy's glare turn even darker. The two men moved down the hall, into the stairwell.
Happy was ready to hit something but he had no idea why. "Talk!"
Tig was prepared for whatever was about to happen. "Your boy kept making cracks about her, telling everyone he was to going to fuck her, so I made it interesting for him." Tig confessed seeing Hap clinch both his fists. "Told him if he fucked her...I'd vote him in SAMCRO." he finished instantly feeling a fist connect with his jaw. Stumbling backward, he looked over to Happy who looked like he was ready to kill him. "On the way back to the clubhouse tonight, I saw what I thought was Elliott's ride at John's Place, but found her sitting at the bar instead. I asked her what she was doing there, that's when she told me she knew about the bet." as he ran a hand over his jaw. "She never told me who told her, but I'm guessing Koz." Fuck Tig hated that shithead.
He needed to hit something, needed to tear something apart. First he finds out after the fact that Laroy had spent the afternoon with her at some property and now he was just informed that Tig had found her drinking at a shitty bar. Looking back over at Tig, all he wanted to do was punch him again. "The fuck you do that for!" his said, his voice raised with anger.
"Look man. I feel like shit about this. But no fucking way would I have told him that if I thought she'd give him the time of day. Since she's been here, I've watched you two dance around each other. No fucking way would she fuck that prick." Tig could see that Happy was livid, could see the rage radiating off him, but there was something else troubling him.
Standing there hearing Tig explain how this fucked up bet came to be, his own stupidity came rushing back. No fucking wonder she was so angry. Feeling her go rigid at his touch when he came up behind her tonight felt like a fresh stab wound. He had no fucking clue what to do now.
"This is on me, man. I'll fix it." promised Tig, wishing he'd never made the bet.
Happy just shook his head, "Just leave her alone. I've done enough damage." he replied as Tig tilted his head in confusion.
"What damage?" he asked, then it hit him..."some dumb ass turned her down", preparing himself for another punch, he went ahead and asked, "Did you turn her down?" instantly seeing Happy's head turn toward him.
"How the fuck..." and he stopped realizing he just confirmed it was him.
Tig felt bad for him. "She didn't see me when I walked in. Sat in the back watching her for awhile. John said she had been talking with some other woman, swapping stories or shit. Said he overheard her say that some man had turned her down, saying "it wasn't going to happen" or something and walked away from her." Tig saw Happy's face cringe as the words were coming out of his mouth. "That shit true?" he asked in disbelief that the man standing in front of him wouldn't want her.
He fuckin' hated this. Standing in a stairwell talking about this with Tig of all people, not that he'd want to talk to anyone about what happened. Knowing it couldn't get any worse, he confirmed what Tig had just asked. A few minutes later, Happy was shocked at Tig's reaction to him explaining why he'd pulled away from her. Hell, it still shocked him.
"Look man, even I can see she's different, that something's going on between you two. Hell, I haven't even hit on her." responded Tig at his favorite partner in crime. "Like it or not, she's got your attention."
Actually being affected by someone else's hurt feelings, especially a woman, was uncharted territory for him. He never allowed himself to take on another's emotions, but knowing that he'd played a part in her hurt and anger, bothered him to his core. He could walk down the stairs, start his bike and never look back, but he knew she'd haunt him forever, never knowing if there really was something between them. His decision made, he looked over at Tig.
"Shit! I gotta get Lauren back." Tig said remembering the bar owner waiting downstairs. Heading down the steps, he turned back to Hap, "you coming?"
He looked down at his hand, finally releasing his fist, "Nah. Got something I need to do." he said holding up her keys.
Tig couldn't hide the grin on his face, "Brother, I'll do whatever you need me to do to fix this." he vowed, seeing Hap nod his head in response.
***Olivia's***
Having deciding on a quick hot shower instead of a long soak in the tub, Olivia was just about to climb into bed when she heard a knock at her door. "No, this is not happening." she said as she grabbed her robe and walked to the door. Looking through the peep hole stood Happy. Seeing her door was locked, she turned deciding to not even acknowledge him, when she heard him.
"Open the door Olivia." he commanded.
Are you kidding me! she thought as his voice made her even angrier. She had reached her limit and refused to be bothered anymore. "Go home Happy. I'm not opening the door. Goodnight." she said praying he'd leave.
Taking a deep breath, "I'm not leaving. Open the door...or I will."
Surely he wasn't going to knock her door down, she questioned. "No." she replied fully prepared to stand her ground when she heard a key in her lock and saw it turn. Not a second later, stood Happy staring back with her keys in his hand.
She immediately felt the air being sucked out of her lungs at the sight of him. He stood completely still just inside her door with his eyes trained on hers. A huge lump was now lodged in her throat as she watched his eyes scan the length of her body, reminding her she was standing in front of him with her robe open revealing a pink tank and matching cheeky panties. Quickly covering herself, she bravely took a step toward him.
"My keys." as she extended her hand out.
Her face showed no emotion, her eyes were completely empty. She was in her "off" mode, and he fucking hated it. Making a mental note to himself, he was going to find that damn "off" switch of hers and permanently rid her of it. Quickly walking past her he stood by the table before he put her keys down then turned seeing her standing by the open door.
"What are you doing?" she asked, eying her keys on the table.
"We're going to talk." He stated, not asking.
Shaking her head, "No we're not." as she turned back toward the door, her hand on the door knob. "You're leaving." She stated, not asking.
This was going to be a long ass night. He turned and walked over to the couch and sat down. "No. We're going to talk." his voice slightly firmer.
Her first instinct was to slam her door, but she refused to let him get to her. With the door closed, she walked back over toward him, sitting across from him in one of the arm less chairs. "We have nothing to talk about. In fact, there's no reason for you to be here."
He was flying blind and totally out of his comfort zone, but something was keeping him in front of her. "I'm not leaving." he said staring back at her. "Tig told me about the bet." clinching his fists as the words left his mouth.
She let out a small laugh, "Oh I get it. The two of you must have come up with a plan." she said making herself more comfortable in the chair and crossing her legs. "Just out of curiosity, what was your prize for being the first to fuck me?"
He growled as his eyes went black. "I didn't know about the fucking bet!" he said, his voice deep with anger.
She didn't flinch, just stared right back at him. "Really? You must think I'm just a complete idiot."
Forcing himself to calm down he sat back on the couch, "No I don't." he confessed. "And I don't lie."
Their eyes never left each other during the verbal showdown in her living room. But after everything that had happened in the past few days, she no longer trusted her instincts to know if he was telling the truth. The random kisses, their night of sex and him staying with her after what happened with Weston was totally out of her normal behavior and against her usual good judgement. She had to snap herself out of the fog she'd been in and regain control over her life.
"Who told you?" Happy asked breaking the quietness in the room.
"I don't see why that matters. Doesn't change that a bet was made about me."
He wanted to hear for himself if it was Koz. Not that he didn't believe Tig, but Tig's hate for the Tacoma SAA usually overpowered his better judgement. Leaning forward with his arms braced on his thighs he asked again, "Olivia, who told you?"
"It doesn't..." she replied being cut off before she could finish.
"Tell me." he said again, his voice almost sounding like a pleading whisper.
His eyes looked sincere, but she couldn't trust her instincts. "Why does it matter who told me?" she asked, honestly wanting to know why it was so important.
He wanted to throw the huge leather ottoman out of the way that was separating them, but he had her talking. Doing something stupid, he knew she'd flip that fuckin' off switch again. "We barely know each other, but something you need to know is that I don't fucking lie. I'm actually brutally honest. I'm asking you to tell me who told you about this shit?" doing his best to remain patient.
Feeling like he wasn't going to let this go, "I don't see why it matters, but Koz was the one who told me."
His fists were clinched so tight they felt like they would explode. That mother fucker! Hap's voice screamed in his head. He was going to beat the shit out of both of them. "What did he say to you?" trying to keep her talking.
Recrossing her legs, "he said that Tig had bet him that if Koz was the first to fuck me, that Tig would vote him in or something." she finished her response, looking over at him.
Running his hand over his twitching jaw, "He say anything else?"
He looked extremely pissed off. She noticed that he kept clinching his fists and the vein in his neck was protruding out. "He said that he hadn't expected Tig to get you involved in it and beating him to me." watching him quickly stand up and walk toward the windows. "said that I wasn't your type...since you prefer blonds." she finished instantly feeling uncomfortable knowing he had in fact rejected her just the other night. Her throat felt completely dry. She quietly stood up from her seat and started walking to the kitchen.
He couldn't believe the two of them. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her stand up. "Hey." he said seeing her stop on the other side of the counter.
"Look, if you say you didn't have anything to do with it, then I'll believe you, but it doesn't matter at this point."
"I didn't know about it." he reconfirmed to her.
"It's fine. We can just forget it and that's that."
He was trying to find the words to explain why he pulled away from her in his room as he watched her grab a water from the refrigerator. "The other night..." but she stopped him.
"You don't have to explain anything." she said turning around to face him, startled that he was now standing a few feet from her. "It's okay." now trapped in the kitchen. "I get it. I'm a grown woman. I obviously misread things the other night. It's not necessary for you to apologize or explain why you stopped things. I'm smart enough to figure it out." she finished as she mentally plotted how to get past him. He was about to respond when he felt his phone vibrate. Thank God she thought as she was able to move around him while he was checking the text. Making her way back into the living room, she needed to stay busy, keep herself from being cornered again.
Church at ten tomorrow morning
As he checked his phone she quickly made her way past him and was now looking at a box on her table. He had purposely trapped her in the kitchen, using it to his advantage in keeping her in front of him. He watched in silence as she checked the contents of the box, re-fluffed the pillows on the couch and then turned back toward him.
Something was different. He was standing over by the table, but he looked different. After a few seconds she realized his cut was missing, well not missing but now hanging on the back of the chair. She was now watching as he removed his gun, placing it on the table.
"What are you doing?"
Pulling his second piece out from the back of his jeans, "Told you earlier. We need to talk."
He started back toward the living room but didn't move toward her, deciding to walk behind the couch and over to the windows. Looking down at the back entrance to Zobelle's store, he felt his anger flare, a flash of watching her be knocked to the floor ran through his mind. Pushing that thought aside, he kept his eyes looking out the windows, as he watched her reflection. "Have you seen Weston or Zobelle?" he asked.
To her surprise, she hadn't even thought about either one of them. I guess it just takes being rejected by a man you recently slept with to make you forget about two sociopaths silently speaking to herself. "No." keeping her response short and to the point. She could feel her throat was dry again, so she quietly made her way back toward the kitchen. As she picked up the bottle, she froze. She could feel him standing right behind her, just inches from touching. She took a step back as she turned to face him. "You should go now." she said putting some space between them. Although it didn't last long. Shaking his head in disagreement, "Nope." was his response as he took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers. Using the granite counter as her crutch, she took another step backward. "Happy." she started only to be cut off. Taking a another step closer, he started. "The other night was a mistake." He watched as her eyes glanced off into the living room and she turned away from him, giving him the opportunity he needed to trap her.
As she turned back around she jumped seeing him standing right in front of her, his arms braced on either side, effectively trapping her where she stood. She had no desire to look at him, not after hearing him confirm that the other night was in fact a mistake. But Olivia Parker wasn't a coward. So what if the man in front of her didn't want her. Pulling every ounce of dignity and courage she had, she looked up and faced him. "So you've said. So why are you still here?" she questioned.
His voice froze at her question. He just stared down at her, finding himself falling into those vibrant green eyes. For the first time since he walked through her door, he noticed she had not an ounce of make-up on. Just her natural complexion with flawless skin. God she's beautiful. Quickly refocusing, he stood up straighter to give her a little more room.
"Look, if you're expecting me to question why you stopped things the other night or think I'm going to beg you, you're sadly mistaken." her voice strong. "I'm not that girl. Let's just agree that it was a one night stand and leave it at that. I don't do pathetic and needy." looking him dead in the eye. "And in regards to Zobelle and Weston, I can assure you that I can protect myself but if I find that I can't, a simple phone call will ensure that I have all the protection I would need." continuing to look him in the eye. "I appreciate you staying here right after it happened, but as you can see I'm fine, so you can be relieved of your assigned duty." she finished her voice still strong.
Inside he was grinning, finding admiration for the woman in front of him having the guts to stand up to him. He was also extremely turned on by her confidence but knew better than to show either emotion. Not knowing how to start this, he chose to just dive in. "I don't do this shit." he said pointing between the two of them watching as she started to go into shut down mode. "We don't know each other."
"No we don't." she replied, ready for this conversation and night to be over.
"We've never really had a conversation with each other." he stated, inching his way toward her.
"Right again." her eyes blank with emotion.
Carefully taking the last few steps allowing him to be standing right in front of her, "I don't have a fuckin' clue what I'm doing" his voice low and raspy as he watched her expression change to confusion. With his arms on either side of her, his eyes caught hers and held them as he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear and whispered , "but I like you."
Okay she wasn't expecting that. Her eyes found his as she was trying to determine if she had just heard him correctly. "You like me?" she questioned.
He might as well be in a mine field. He just shook in head slowly in agreement seeing the hesitation on her face. Living the lifestyle he did, women were never a thought, nothing more than a quick release then sent on their way. As confusing and out of character for him to be drawn to this woman, something inside of him knew this was right.
This had to stop. "Look you've told me that you didn't know anything about the bet, so I'm going to take your word for it, but don't pretend something that you don't mean." noticing his jaw twitch.
Running a hand over his head, he looked back down at her. "I don't lie and I sure as fuck don't pretend shit." his voice defensive.
This made no sense to her. "Happy, not three days ago you had me on a bed at the clubhouse, willingly I might add and YOU stopped saying it wasn't going to happen. And now you're telling me that you like me? Really?"
"Yeah."
Shaking her head, "You're not making any sense. One minute you appear to want me, the next you don't and you walk away from me and now you're standing in front of me telling me you like me." her buzz now completely gone. "Look I don't like games, so I'm taking myself out of the situation." she said, making an attempt to pass him only to feel his hand grab hers.
"I don't play games, Olivia." stopping her. "Look at me." watching her looking at his hand. "Olivia."
Slowly looking up at him, she truly didn't know what was going on. Meeting his eyes, he slowly moved over toward her as she turned, her back now against the counter top. Looking into those two chocolate eyes, she was fighting an internal battle. Her body obviously enjoyed him being so close to her, but her mind was keeping her at a distance. She felt the familiar spark as his jeans brushed her legs as he now was completely in her personal space.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, his hands aching to touch her. He kept his eyes on her as he waited for her answer.
She was losing the battle. Why was she so comfortable with this man she barely knew? Unable to lie, "Yes, I trust you." she whispered, seeing his face slightly relax.
Relief. He exhaled not realizing he had been holding his breath. Using his hand to lift her chin, forcing her eyes to look at his, "Believe me when I tell you that I did want you the other night, just like I want you right now." his voice deep with need. "Don't doubt that." he whispered, his body now flush against hers.
Her head was swimming in desire and lust for this man. Her hands automatically went on his chest as she continued to stare up at him. "Maybe you just think you want me?" still unable to completely believe him but finding herself wanting to trust him.
A low growl escaped his mouth as his lips lightly kissed her cheek, slowly moving toward her ear. "No." his tongue tracing a path down her neck and back up, "I...want...you." lightly nipping at her ear lobe. He pulled back just enough to put his forehead against hers and waited. The next move had to be hers.
He was pressed up against her with her back against the kitchen counter. She watched as her hands slowly snaked across his chest, feeling his muscles beneath her fingertips. Lifting her eyes to find his staring intently down at her, she jumped off the cliff. "No games?"
He replied slowly shaking his head and whispered, "No games." his confirmation to her question. She gave in. With her hands still moving across his chest, she gently grabbed his t-shirt with both hands and cautiously pulled him down toward her. Taking her lead without hesitation, his face was coming closer to hers. As soon as his lips were almost touching hers, she whispered. "I like you, too." barely finishing the last words as his lips pressed firmly against hers.
The air in the kitchen was filled with lust, soft moans and low growls. For the past twenty minutes, they couldn't tear themselves apart from each other. Hungrily kissing each other, both trying desperately to get as close as possible. With his lips and tongue devouring hers, his hands traveled down her body, gripping her ass and lifting her up onto the counter. Her legs now wrapped around his waist, he ran his hands up and down her back, pulling her to him. As he slowed down the kiss, he growled at the feel of her nails running up his spin under his shirt.
It took her a few minutes to realize she was now sitting on the counter. Her mind had been too distracted with kissing him. She couldn't stop her hands from roaming over his chest, down his stomach and now tracing his spine underneath his shirt. Taking matters into her own hands, literally, she found the bottom of his shirt and started pulling it over his head. Not going to argue with her current thought, he briefly pulled his lips from her for the offending material to be pulled over his head, then went right back to kissing her senseless. Much better she thought feeling his hot, smooth skin under her hands.
In the past half hour, he had kissed this woman more than he'd kissed any woman in his entire life and he wasn't about to stop. Feeling her body pressed up against him was driving him out of his mind. He needed more...he wanted more. His stomach muscles flinched as he felt her hands slip down his bare chest, moving lower until she had his belt in her hand as she went to undo it. Taking her hint, his hands moved between them as he found the tie on her robe and quickly pulled it loose and off her shoulders. His hands slid up her arms, back up to her face as he cradled her head between them. The moan that escaped from her lips almost did him in.
He was slowly killing her. From his continuous, long, slow, deep kisses to the way he was pressing his body against her, she was dying with anticipation, her body throbbing with need. The only coherent thought her brain would allow her to have was to take his clothes off...the faster the better. Apparently, he wasn't in as big of a rush as she was considering, he stopped taking her robe off when he got it past her shoulders deciding to keep kissing her. She had been kissed before. Quiet a few of her past boyfriends had been great kissers, but this, this was something new...something that was so good she could honestly feel the start of an orgasm.
They both needed to allow their lungs to take a break. He reluctantly slowed things down, letting his tongue trace her bottom lip before he pulled his head back. At some point, he had her almost laying on her back on the counter. Running his hands over her smooth thighs earned him another one of her sexy moans. With one more run over her legs, he encircled his arms around her back, pulling her flush against his chest. Their lips were almost touching, "You sleepy?" he asked as he stared into those now lust filled eyes.
She just shook her head no. "Are you?" she whispered back to him while her hands traced the snake upwards on his chest.
That mischievously sexy grin he had came alive on his face, "Not at all." he spoke briefly kissing her again. "I'll let you sleep tomorrow." as he picked her off the counter, her body wrapping itself around his.
Trying to rip clothing from one another while kissing each other breathless was becoming a problem. Her robe landed somewhere in the hall with his boots. They were both making progress until he felt her hand cup him through his jeans causing him to push her up against her bedroom door. His mouth was licking or sucking every inch of skin on her neck at the same time his hands were frantically pulling her tank from her body. His eyes went completely black as his hands and eyes took in those two luscious tits. With his thumbs running across her nipples, she whimpered at his touch. Her hands found his belt and was able to rip it free from his jeans, giving her access to what she wanted. With a quick pop of the button, she was pushing his jeans and boxers down in one fast motion, instantly feeling his hard cock pushing into her stomach. He stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side as he continued to torment her breasts with his mouth. The moans and whimpers coming from her only made him harder.
She couldn't take much more. As she felt him start kissing his way back up her chest and around her neck, she reached out and started stroking him. He let out a deep growl and rested his head against her shoulder unable to move with her touching him. "Fuck yes!" he half moaned and growled at the same time. Between the slow strokes and the tightness of her hand around his cock and the feather light kisses she was placing on his chest, his control was slipping fast.
His hands slid down her back gripping her ass and lifting her up as her legs automatically wrapped around him. He could feel his engorged cock pressing against her. Her lips captured his as she felt him grind against her, causing her to tremble in his arms. Using the door to his advantage, his eyes held hers as he slowly reached between them, sliding her panties down her legs then letting his hand finding her core wet and ready for him. Gently teasing her with his fingers, he grabbed his cock and stroked her, seeing her lay her head back against the door, her eyes closed. Unable to stop himself, he pushed inside her with just his tip.
"Hmmmm" came from her mouth the instant she felt him slip inside her. He was barely inside her, but she could already feel herself tightening around him. Slowly opening her eyes, she moved her hands around his neck bringing him closer to her.
He was torn between slamming into her and wanting to savor every second. It had to be option two considering how tight she was. Not that he was complaining. The way her pussy felt around his cock was mind blowing. He slowly pushed further inside then pulled back, feeling her grip tighten to keep him inside. After a few more thrusts he was buried to the hilt in her. He paused feeling her struggling to adjust to him, her walls throbbing around him.
"Happy" she said breathlessly as she felt him start to thrust up into her. Her hands found their way to his shoulders as she held herself close to him. He filled her completely as he kissed around her neck. Wanting him even deeper, she arched herself away from the door, hearing him groan and quicken his thrusts.
The sounds that were coming from her only made him harder. He couldn't describe how fuckin' good it felt to be inside of her. As much as he was enjoying his current situation, he wanted her even closer. He wanted her underneath him. Slowing down his thrusts to where he was still inside her but not moving, he couldn't help the grin that showed on his face at hearing her obvious objection. "What's wrong?" she asked. Carefully slipping out of her, causing him to grunt in frustration and a whimper from her, he quickly moved them to her bed. She laid back, completely open to him as she watched him stare down at her. He ran his hands up her legs, teasing her core, before he crawled his way to hover over her.
"Ain't a damn thing wrong." he whispered to her kissing her lips in between words. "Just wanted you underneath me." as he felt her leg wrap back around his waist, again feeling his cock at her entrance. She stared up at him and smiled. Raising her head, she met his lips as their tongues began that familiar dance with each other. Without hesitation he slid slowly back inside of her, feeling the vibration of her moan in his mouth.
"Soooo good." she said, her voice low as their bodies found a rhythm together.
He kept his thrusts deep and hard inside of her, savoring the feeling of her extreme tightness around him. She felt like a new riding glove that had never been tried on. Fuckin' perfect...smooth...tight as shit and wet for him.
In his haze of pleasure, he remembered the condom. "Shit!" he said as he kept slowly thrusting into to her, unable and unwilling to stop.
She stopped kissing his neck thinking something was wrong. "What?" as she sounded out of breath.
"Condom." was his response, his thrust even slower since he was desperate for this not to end. Seeing her calm reaction, "I'll pull out." he grunted out, feeling her walls clamp down on him. "Damn Olivia." as he picked his pace back up wanting to feel her cum on him again before he allowed himself to let go. Feeling her hands clinch onto his arms, he knew she was close. Shit this woman felt so fuckin' good he thought as he looked down at her, seeing her naturally full lips swollen from his kisses. He felt his balls become unbearably tight knowing he was close. Shifting his hips as he thrust into her, he felt her cum for the second time, her entire body tightening, his name falling from her lips. Lowering his head he kissed her deeply feeling her wrap her legs higher around his waist, causing him to fall even deeper inside of her. She had just cum but he could already feel her tightening again. Fighting with everything he had to prolong the end, he lowered his head, his mouth beside her ear.
"Olivia..." kissing her neck just under her ear lobe.
She could only whimper at this point, her body under his control.
"I want to cum inside of you." he said feeling her arch up into him more. He growled as he thrust harder and deeper each time. "God I want to cum so fuckin' deep inside of you!" he voice low. He felt her hands slid down his back and now gripped his ass as he pushed into her over and over and over again until he exploded inside of her, his entire body shaking, feeling her milk him until he was completely empty.
Neither one moved for what felt like minutes until they both could breath normally. He lifted his head from being buried in her neck and searched her eyes. She let out a sigh and he couldn't fight the urge to kiss her again. Lowering his lips to hers, he shifted so that they were now facing each other, still intimately connected, their arms and legs wrapped around each other.
Sleep finally came...two rounds later.