Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jason
I woke up feeling like my blood was humming
in my veins. My hands met soft flesh and I groaned. I was burning from the inside
out. My hips flexed and I heard a small moan.
Smiling, I let my hands wander up a pair of
thighs.
“Mmmm, what are you doing, little one?” I
murmured and squeezed Olive’s hips, successfully stopping her upward movement while
my dick was snuggly resting inside her.
Feeling her weight on my chest, I opened my
eyes and looked into her sparkling green ones. Hesitantly, she pressed her lips
over mine and lifted her head to stare down at me again. Freeing my right hand,
I gathered her hair in my fist, held it away from her face, and pulled her back
down. When she parted her lips for me, I kissed her the way she was always
supposed to be kissed, the way she deserved to be kissed. She moaned and opened
her mouth wider, turning the kiss into liquid lust.
She was welcome to do so.
Hell, she was welcome to wake me up every
morning by climbing onto my dick for a ride.
I nipped her lips and she stopped, her
breathing ragged, her hips restless.
Holding on to the back of her waist, I
flipped us over and had her under me in a second without breaking our
connection.
“You should’ve woken me up if you needed
more, baby,” I whispered as I thrust into her. She hid her face in my neck as
she let out a long, sexy moan.
Her legs were hugging my hips, but with my
second thrust she let them fall open and lifted her hips in sync with my
leisurely thrusts.
“I just…”
She bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows
drawing together.
“You just, what, sweetheart?”
She gazed into my eyes with such longing
that I couldn’t look away from her.
“I just wanted to make sure last night
wasn’t a dream.”
I thrust as deep as I could go and reveled
in the way her body trembled under mine as she arched her neck and let out
another deep groan.
“And you decided to ride me?”
“Yesss,” she hissed, throwing her head back
when I grinded into her.
Her pussy was so damn hot, sucking my dick
in, squeezing me. Not able to stop, I pulled back and filled her again and
again.
Her hands were roaming my chest, her touch
waking something inside me. When I started pounding into her, her breaths came
out in gasps and she let out sultry, incoherent mews.
Each time my cock disappeared inside her, ripples
of pleasure rocked my body.
“Jason,” Olive moaned under me, her hands
over her head, palms resting against the headboard. I slowed my pounding and
roughly pulled down her bra. Why had we not taken it off the night before? Oh,
right, I had barely been able to think, let alone care about losing the bra. As
long as I had access to what was underneath, I hadn’t cared, but now I wanted
it off. I wanted every inch of her skin on mine as I buried myself into her.
“When you were writing those sex scenes
were you thinking of your boyfriend?” I asked, my voice all fucked up.
She hesitated.
“Answer me, Olive.”
I pulled out my dick, loving the way she
tried to grab on to it with her muscles, then slammed it back in.
“No,” she gasped, grasping the bed sheets with
small fists.
“Who were you thinking of?”
“I can’t tell.”
“Oh, you will, sweetheart.”
I dropped my head to her breasts and sucked
her nipple in my mouth as I started grinding into her. I loved how she arched
her back to feed me more.
“Do you want me to stop?” I barely held
back my hips. She looked gorgeous under me, taking my cock so nicely.
The little witch started to move her hips
under me.
Gritting my teeth, I said, “You can get
yourself off, baby but it won’t be the same as how I’m going to get you off on
my dick. Who were you thinking of, Olive?”
“You,” she whispered, turning her head away
from me.
I started throbbing inside her, so I picked
up my pace again, driving into her.
“So what they say is true, you really were
thinking about me when you wrote Isaac,” I said conversationally as if even
thinking about it wasn’t kicking up my heart rate.
Her eyes were lazy when she opened them to
look at me.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice scratchy.
“Do you want me to talk dirty to you, baby?
Like Isaac?”
Leaning down to her ear, I stopped when my
lips were only millimeters away and breathlessly whispered, “Do you want me to
take you hard, too? Fuck you into oblivion?”
As an answer, she tangled her hands behind
my head and took my lips, playing with my heart like no one else ever had.
A bold caress of her tongue and everything
went hazy. Wrenching my lips away from her mouth, I straightened my arms and looked
down to her.
“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.
I’ll give you everything you need.”
My body surged into hers and I looked down
to watch my thick cock disappear into her sweet heat. I catalogued every curve
and dip of her body. She was so damn tight and already breathless, her clever
hands touching every inch of my body she could reach.
When I realized my control was shot to
hell, I got off of her to stand on my knees.
“Hold on to the headboard, baby.”
When she reached up and curled her fingers on
the headboard, I hooked my arms under her knees and put her legs over my open
thighs, making sure to hold her legs open for me.
Wiping off the sweat on my forehead, I
grabbed her hips and slowly fed my dick to her pussy, reveling in her loud
swearing and moans.
“Oh, god,” she mumbled when I was all in.
“Fuck, yes,” I said in reply.
Then my fingers dug harder into her flesh
and I fucked her like I hadn’t fucked her the night before. While the night
before had been amazing, it had been more than just sex. This…this was pure
pleasure. It was hard, deep, and definitely out of control.
I loved it.
She loved it.
Every time I surged into her body, I
bottomed out. I was drinking in her sharp cries and gasping breaths. When her
head hit the headboard from the force I was pounding into her, I tried to slow
my pace down but it was too late, for both of us.
“Fuck, Jason…shit, fuck… Yes, yes, please…”
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her
body froze under my hands. Her release coated me in a rush and I groaned louder
than her cries.
She took a gasping breath.
Then another.
As I kept pounding into her, she slowly
came down from her orgasm, her legs relaxed, and she opened her eyes. It was
enough to ignite something inside of me, so I let it all go and joined her in
oblivion.
I was trying to catch my breath and slowly
keep thrusting into her when she splayed her fingers over my contracting abs, looking
at me as if she was ready to lick me up and eat me. Out of my mind with need
for her, I dropped to my elbows, held her head in between my hands, and gave
her the rawest and most passionate kiss I’d ever shared with anyone.
When we were half-dead, I dropped a kiss on
her nose and tried to ignore my throbbing cock. I was ready to go all over
again.
“We need to repeat this a few times a day.
You okay with that, sweetheart?”
As an answer she kissed me and in the
middle of our kiss gave me a lazy smile.
“Also, when my brain is functioning, remind
me to ask how you managed to roll a condom on me without waking me up. Or maybe
we can talk about not using them at all if you’re ready for that.”
“I vote on not using them at all,” she
murmured in a soft voice.
I smiled. “Good. We’ll handle it as soon as
possible.”
It was by far the best morning I’d ever had
in my entire life.
***
When we got to the set, everything was
ready for the first day of the filming. Olive was beside herself, her beautiful
eyes taking in everything with a contagious smile on her face. Before I had to go
in for makeup and hair, I introduced her to the director Tanner Pace and a ton
of others. When I had to leave her with Alvin to go and run lines with Lindsay
Dunlop, I felt a small ache in my heart. I wanted to keep her by my side at all
times, have her hand in mine, lips on mine, permanently.
However, I couldn’t do that.
After an hour of rehearsal with Lindsay, I
checked the trailer but couldn’t find any trace of Olive or Alvin in there.
Walking around the lot, I found them both munching on fruit and candies, next
to the craft service area.
“Jason!” Olive exclaimed when she saw me
heading their way. Her smile hadn’t diminished a bit, and her excitement was
just as contagious as her smile.
“There you are,” I said when I reached
their side. Hooking my arm around Olive’s waist, I leaned down and took a bite
of the strawberry in her hand. Then I lowered my head and captured her mouth in
a quick kiss.
When it was over, her eyes were half-closed
and glazed; maybe it hadn’t been such a quick kiss after all. Licking her lips,
she murmured, “Strawberry. Yummm.”
I laughed and said hi to the electricians,
who were getting coffee from the other end of the set up.
Keeping Olive close to my side, I faced
Alvin. “Didn’t you guys make it to the trailer yet? I looked there first.”
“Olive wanted to see the set first.”
Olive scrunched her nose and gave Alvin an
apologetic look. “Yeah, sorry about that. It’s hard to explain how it makes you
feel when you see something in real life that was created in your mind.” She
turned those green eyes at me. “You should’ve seen Alvin’s face when I teared
up. Even the bed covers on Evie’s bed have the same feather pattern I wrote in
the book, Jason. That’s the bed where they shared their first kiss.”
I smiled down at her. “The author approves,
then? Does she approve the leading actor, too?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I definitely
approve the leading actor. I approve him the most.”
“I wanted to show you around myself, but
I’ll settle with showing you my trailer. Since you brought your laptop with
you, I’m assuming you’ll want to write?”
“Yes, I figured I’d find a quiet corner. I
didn’t want to be in your way the entire day.”
“You wouldn’t be, sweetheart. I spend most
of my time in the trailer in between takes, and I enjoy watching you write.” I
gathered her hair and dropped it back over her shoulder. “You want to go see it
now?”
I tried not to look too eager, but I was
dying to get her alone for a few minutes. That kiss hadn’t been enough to quench
my thirst for her, and it had been a few hours too many since the last time I’d
had her naked and writhing in my arms.
“Boss,” Alvin interrupted before Olive
could give her answer. “As much as I love to spend time with your lovely
wife,
I’m afraid I need to leave so I can take care of the house while you’re not
actually in it. Is there anything else you need from me here?”
“Right. Did they assign a production
assistant already?”
“Yes, I talked to him. He should’ve already
dropped the call sheet in your trailer. Anything else you need, you let me
know.”
“I’ll be okay. We’ll talk later. Right now,
I’ll go spend some more time with my lovely wife.”
Alvin left and I walked through the studio
lot with Olive toward where most of the trailers were kept.
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked once we
were standing in front of the two-story monster.
“Why would I kid?”
“This is gigantic, Jason.”
“It’s not mine, actually. I don’t care that
much about having a big one. The production company offered for me to use this
one during filming, and since I knew you would be coming with me, I thought
you’d enjoy having a bigger space to yourself. Come on, I’ll show you inside.
You’ll be more than comfortable enough to work in here.”
Resting my hand on her back, I urged her to
move forward.
“So you’re saying I can come to the set
with you and work in your trailer? Whenever I want?”
I met her gaze. “I assumed you’d want to
come with me, little one. If not to write, then maybe to watch the shooting.”
She averted her gaze, but not before I saw
her brilliant smile. Walking ahead of her, I ripped off the call sheet the
production assistant had secured on the door and unlocked the trailer.
“They don’t go in?”
“Not when I’m not in here. You saw what
happened in London. Even though this place is pretty well guarded, I wouldn’t
trust anyone in here.” I held out my hand for her to take. “You should keep it
locked when you are alone in here, too.”
Holding on to my hand, she took the narrow
steps up and entered the trailer.
“Holy crap, Jason. I’m in love with your
home, but this…this is pretty close to love too.”
Wanting to feel her body close to mine, I
wrapped my arms around her abdomen and rested my head on top of hers. When she
placed her hands over mine, I was grinning like a kid.
Get it together, man.
“This is the lounge area,” I explained,
standing next to the white leather sectional. I took a few steps forward,
shuffling her with me. “Through here, there is the makeup station/office area
and a small kitchenette, as you can see.” I took a small step forward and let
my hips rest against her so she could feel how much I was affected by our
closeness. I heard her quick intake of breath when my erection nestled against
her fucking fantastic ass.
Better speed this up.
“Through the other door, there is a
bathroom and wardrobe area. Upstairs there is a screening room.” Done with the
tour, I turned her in my arms, pushed a button on the wall to close the door
that separated the lounge area from the office space, and backed her up against
it.
By then, I was more than ready to have her
again.
Touching my lips to hers, I waited to see
what she would do. She kissed me back, but it was softer than what I wanted.
Not wanting to scare her away on day one, I kept it soft, but still let my
tongue out to play with hers. By the time we were done, she was breathless and
I could see red flames in her green eyes.
My voice was huskier than I expected when I
spoke. “Are you okay with everything that’s been happening?”
Seeing her red, swollen lips did something
to me, so I reached up and traced her soft lips with my thumb.
She avoided looking at me but nodded her
head. I leaned in closer and whispered into her hair. “Can you look at me,
baby?”
Then she did, and fuck me, but she was
beautiful. I went for her lips again, and this time she was just as eager as I
was.
Her hand timidly reached under my shirt and
she rested it against my stomach. Involuntarily, I thrust my hips into hers.
Before I could lift her up and take her to the couch, someone started pounding
on the door.
“Jason, Tanner needs to talk to you about
some changes he wants to make in the first scene.”
“I’ll be right there!” I yelled.
I rested my forehead against Olive’s and
sighed. Focusing on her parted lips, I discreetly rearranged myself. “I don’t think
I can make it more than a few hours without having you again,” I whispered over
my frantic heartbeat.
What was happening to me?
“Go,” she said, taking her hand away from
my skin and placing it on my chest, over my shirt. “I’ll snoop around in your
trailer some more. Your tour was pretty lame.”
“All you need to focus on is me, woman.”
She laughed and halfheartedly pushed at my
chest. “Go. Will you come back and take me to watch the first scene?”
Reluctantly, I let her go and rubbed my
face. “Let me check the call sheet.”
She came to the table with me and looked at
the paper over my arm. “Oh, the first scene is the same one you read at the
audition. I thought it would be the first time they saw each other on the empty
street.”
“Movies are almost never shot in sequence.
Since I’m in LA and don’t have any other shoots, they don’t have to schedule
the scenes around me, but I think Lindsay has another commitment and she’ll
have to be away from the set on certain days. They’ll want to take care of the
scenes we have together first.”
“Ok,” she said, her eyes still taking in
the call sheet. I smiled and handed it to her.
“Do you want to keep it, maybe?”
“Yes!” She ripped it out of my hands and
turned her back to me.
I laughed and pulled away her hair so I
could brush a small kiss on her neck. “I’ll be back to get you for the first
scene, sweetheart. Be good.”
Why couldn’t I keep my hands and lips away
from her?
Twenty minutes later, I headed back to the
trailer and collected Olive so the PA could drive us to the location.
Leaving Olive to sit on my chair behind the
cameras, I took my place in front of them. Half an hour later, Lindsay was in
place and we were ready to start.
Before the director could call out
action,
I glanced back at the spot where I had left Olive, but I could barely make
out her face with all the lights that were directed at us. Closing my eyes, I
relaxed my body and thought about Isaac. Hearing Olive’s voice in my mind, I
took in every detail she’d given me about him. She had sounded like she was
actually in love with him, but I understood that kind of commitment all too
well. She wouldn’t be a good writer if she couldn’t fall for her characters,
the good and the bad.
I relaxed my shoulders and let out a deep
breath. When I opened my eyes and looked at Evie, I was Isaac, the Isaac Olive
had given her heart to.
“
Action!
” Tanner yelled.
It all began.
***
Two hours of shooting later, I found myself
next to Olive, gripping her hand tightly, her grip on mine just as strong.
“I have an hour in between takes,” I said
as I checked the watch on my wrist. “You want to head back to the trailer? I
could use some quiet.” I needed to get her alone.
She followed me without a peep.
The PA dropped us off at the craft service
station and I got myself coffee and Olive some tea. Since the trailer wasn’t
far away, I sent the PA away so I could have Olive to myself as we walked the
short distance.
A big group of people exited one of the
warehouses that was on the way to my trailer and swarmed around us. We had to
slow down our steps and let them pass toward the small fake town. I figured
they must have been taking a break from shooting.
When Olive suddenly stopped moving, I
halted and glanced back at her.
“What’s going on?” I asked as she jerked
her hand from mine and started waving it in front of her face. “Olive, what are
you doing?”
“Is that a bee?” she squeaked, hurriedly
backing away.
“I guess so. Why? What’s wrong?”
“Oh my god, there are more!” she yelled and
jumped on the bench that was closest to her.
By then a few people had stopped and
started watching her, trying to understand what the commotion was about.
I jogged to her side. “Olive stop jumping,
you’re gonna fall and break your neck.”
“Jason! Jason, you have to help me!”
Yup, there were only two bees, though these
two were persistent suckers.
“Baby,” I said, chuckling. “Quit waving
your hands around and jumping away if you don’t want them to sting you.”
“They’re coming after me! How can I stop!
Get them away from me, please.”
“Okay.” I sighed and caught her behind her
knees. Without hesitation, she jumped into my arms and wrapped herself around
me, her face hiding in my neck.
She whimpered and I had to bite back my
laugh.
“I didn’t know you were afraid of bees,
Olive.”
“Are they gone?” she whispered into my neck.
I could barely make out her words.
“Actually, they are still flying around,
but I won’t let them get to you, don’t worry. No one’s taking you away from me,
not even these evil bees.”
She groaned, but her hold on me was more
relaxed. “Don’t make fun of me. I’ve never been stung by a bee, so if they
sting me, I might die within minutes.”
This time I couldn’t hold it back; I
laughed, tightening my hold on her waist so I wouldn’t drop her. Feeling eyes
on us, I glanced behind me and saw a few people taping the whole spectacle with
their phones.
Great
. More
media coverage was exactly what we needed.
“I’m probably allergic. That must be why
they are waiting to get to me. Are they gone? If not, wave your hands so they
won’t get close to us.” Olive was oblivious to what was happening around us so
I quickened my pace, knowing she wouldn’t want to be filmed while wrapped
around me. Also, even if it made me a bastard, I liked her wrapped around me.
If they filmed it, photographed it…so what? She was my wife after all.
“I’m pretty sure if I wave my hands around
that’ll only piss them off more, and then they’ll steal you away from me.”
Lightly, she hit my shoulder and muttered,
“I said don’t make fun of me. I’m dead serious.”
I patted her ass and smiled into her hair.
“I know, baby. It’s okay, we’re almost at the trailer. I’ll protect you.”
“Are we going to the hospital?”
“Olive, they didn’t even touch you,
sweetheart.”
“But what if one of them is in my hair? If
he is anywhere near my head, I’ll be dead in seconds.”
Her nose was tickling my neck, but then I
felt something different.
“Olive?”
“Yes,” she mumbled back.
“Did you just sniff me?”
Her body tightened again. “No. No. I
sniffled
.
I was checking to see if I was about to cry. You know, readying myself just in
case.”
“I see.”
My body shaking with laughter, I managed to
open the door to our trailer and carried my wife inside. Walking toward the
couch, I gently lay her down on it.
With a smile glued to my face, I looked
down at her. She genuinely looked scared. Pushing her bangs away from her eyes,
I said, “Don’t move a muscle, beautiful.”
Before I could extract myself from her
arms, her hand reached up and touched my dimple. Tilting my head, I kissed her
finger and left her side so I could go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I
had kissed Lindsay, or I should say Evie, a total of twenty times. I didn’t
want the lingering taste of her in my mouth. It wasn’t that Lindsay wasn’t a
professional about it, I just wanted Olive’s taste back.
As soon as I was done, I was crawling on
top of her and reaching for her lips. She hadn’t said anything about the
filming, and while I was curious to hear what she thought about the scenes we
had shot, kissing her was higher on my priority list.
Nudging her lips open, I sneaked my tongue
inside her mouth and gently tilted her head back so I could sink into her. I
didn’t know how long I kissed her liked that, drinking her in, memorizing her
scent, but when I slid my erection against the seam of her leggings, her little
moan reached through the thick fog that was blinding me.
Ending the kiss, I rested my forehead on
hers and listened to her heavy breathing.
“What did you think?” I asked in a heavy
voice when I could think more clearly.
“You were amazing,” she whispered as she
looked into my eyes with her heart shining right at the edges.
Amused, I asked, “Lindsay?”
She made a cute, funny face. “I think I’m
okay with the fictional Evie having her happy ending with Isaac, but watching
it in real life…actually watching her kiss you soooo many times, and from so
many different angles? Not so sure about that.”
I laughed and kissed her again.
“That’s why I was dying to get you back
here. I think I prefer to kiss the author.”
“How does it work exactly? I mean, how can
you not feel something for her and then go ahead and kiss her like that?”
“Like…what?”
“Like you wanted to eat her up?”
“I want to eat you up, Olive. Can I?”
“I’m serious, though.”
“Baby, nothing about those kisses was
intimate. Didn’t you see how many times we had to stop to make sure the
director was happy with the angle and the lighting? It’s Isaac and Evie kissing
at that moment, not Lindsay and Jason. Now, I really want it to be Jason and
Olive kissing,” I murmured into her ear and left a trail of small kisses on her
neck.
Arching her neck to get more, she lifted
her hips.
I groaned and pushed her hips back down to
the couch with my hand. “I’m afraid if we start with that, I won’t be able to
get back to the set.”
Ignoring my warning, she pulled me down by
my neck and kissed the fuck out of me.
By the time there was someone banging on
the door, I was fucking her through our clothes.
I wrenched my lips away from hers and
snarled at whoever the hell was at the door.
“Starting the scene in ten, Jason!” someone
yelled from the other side. It sounded like the AD.
I rested my head on Olive’s shoulder. “Be
there in a minute.”
Watching how fast her chest was rising and
falling gave me immense pleasure.
I
did that to her.
I
took her
breath away.
Pushing up with my hands, I looked down at
her flushed face. Her eyes were dilated.
“I love this look on you, Olive,” I said,
feeling so many things all at once.
“What look?” she asked breathlessly.
“This look that says,
I’ve been fucked
so very well
.”
She laughed. “I don’t remember being
fucked.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t? Maybe we
should amend that.”
Her expression serious, she nodded. “We
definitely should. I want you so bad, Jason. In me. On me.”
I groaned and hid my face against her
throat. They pounded on the door again.
“We need to leave.”
“I’ll stay here. The kissing and all that
was starting to get to me. Plus, I want some of it to be a surprise when I’m
watching the movie. I feel motivated enough to write more so I should take
advantage of that.”
“Ok, sweetheart.” I kissed her nose and
slowly backed away from her body. “If I can’t come back in between takes, I’ll
make sure to have somebody bring you lunch.”
“When does shooting end today?”
“I think closer to eight. Tanner wants to
shoot some of the street shots today. Why do you ask?”
Sitting cross-legged on the couch, she
straightened her shirt and looked away. “No reason. I thought maybe when we get
home, we could…” Her words trailed off.
“We could what, baby?”
She stayed silent but bit her lip, drawing
my attention.
Placing my hands on either side of her
hips, I got in her face and asked again, “We could what, Olive? What do you
want from me?”
She lifted her eyes and met my gaze. “I
want you.”
“You got me.”
“Did I?” she asked, tilting her head.
I nipped her lips and she squealed. “Does
my wife want her husband to fuck her? Is that what you are trying to ask?”
Her gaze softened and she placed a hand
over my cheek. “Can he?”
“Oh, baby,” I murmured, breathing in her
unique scent. “You want to be properly fucked, don’t you?”
“Mr. Thorn? Everyone is waiting for you on
set. What should I tell them?” This time it was the PA they had assigned to
me—you could tell from the uncertainty in his voice.
“For god’s sake! I’m coming,” I shouted
again.
I sighed and said to Olive, “Hold that
thought until I get back.”
By the time we were shooting the martini
shot, it had already gotten dark outside and I hadn’t seen or heard from Olive
for hours. After a quick talk with Tanner and Lindsay about the next day’s
schedule, I was heading straight to her, hoping that she was still in the
trailer.
I unlocked the door and got in, but
couldn’t find her on the first floor. Heading up to the screening room, I found
her curled up on the corner of the couch, her laptop on her lap, her fingers
tapping furiously. When I got close enough to see her face, I noticed the tears
falling from her eyes.
“Olive, what’s wrong?”
She flinched and her fingers stopped moving
for a moment as she looked up at me.
“Sorry,” she sniffled. “I didn’t hear you.
Can you just give me a second? I need to finish this scene.”
“Of course,” I said, a little dumbstruck. I
sat down. She gave me a small smile and then turned her eyes back to the
screen.
Sitting beside her, my hands were adamant
that she needed them on her skin, so I reached out and gathered her hair on the
other side of her neck. Small goose bumps appeared on her skin, but I doubted
she even noticed me touching her.
After several minutes passed and she was
done with whatever was making her cry, she twisted in her seat and faced me. My
hands were on her face in a second. “Sweetheart, why are you crying?” I asked,
wiping away her tears. She must’ve been crying for a long time for her eyes to
be so red and puffy.
She gave a miserable laugh and wiped at her
face with the back of her hand. “Her father…her father died.”
“Aww, baby, whose father died?” I brushed a
small kiss on her mouth, tasted her salty lips, and leaned back. I was still
stroking her jawline, quite possibly to assure myself that she was okay.
“Maya’s,” she replied as fresh tears started
spilling down her cheeks. Noticing my questioning look, she clarified. “The new
book I’m working on. Maya is the heroine. Her father had cancer, and she was
with him…his last night, holding his hand, and then he never made it to
morning. He knew…he wasn’t going to, and he loved her so much.”
Her breath hitched and the tears started
coming faster.
“Oh, baby,” I whispered with a small
chuckle, and then she was in my arms, her face buried in my neck. She was so
warm, so beautiful, both inside and out.
“And then,” she continued. “And then she
met this jerk in a hotel and he heard her crying from next door and barged into
her room when…” Another sniffle. “When she was reading her father’s letters.”
I stroked her hair and then her back. My
heart was breaking into a million pieces as she cried her heart out for her
characters.
“That’s good though, isn’t it?” I asked
softly. Pulling the rest of her body into my lap, I let her straddle me and
plaster herself to my chest as I started to stroke her thighs to calm her down.
“She won’t be alone. I’m sure you’ll make the guy help her.”
She put her small hands on my shoulders and
lifted her head up. “He’d been a jerk to her before that so they don’t like
each other that much, but he’ll be worried when he sees her crying.”
I brushed her hair back so I could see her
splotchy but still beautiful face. “Will they fall in love?”
She gave me a small smile. “Very much so.”
“Good for them,” I whispered, loving how
she was looking at me. Her eyes had a vulnerability in them, yet it made her
look all the more powerful somehow.
“But first she’ll ask him to have sex with
her,” she said, her smile turning wicked. That’s when I realized exactly where
she was sitting. Returning her smile, I gathered all of her hair in my hands
and dropped it back over her shoulders.
“I thought they didn’t like each other,
little Olive. Does she really want him to have sex with her?”
She nodded eagerly and wiggled her sexy ass
a little back so she could settle down more firmly on my newly awakening
erection.
“I bet her lips look so beautiful all red
and swollen, just like yours do now. I bet he jumps on that idea.” I gripped
her chin and pressed my thumb on her bottom lip, pulling on it gently.
She rolled her hips and I had to drop my
head back and close my eyes to hold it together. Resting her cheek on my
shoulder, she whispered, “Not really. He didn’t want to take advantage of her
when she was upset, but she’ll change his mind.”
“I bet she will. I bet he can never say no
to her,” I said, not moving my head an inch. If I looked down at her and those
lips, I was going to lose it.
Her warm lips pressed against my neck and
my hands tightened on her thighs. When I felt her body lean away from mine, I
opened my eyes to see her reaching for her bag. I steadied her hips to keep her
where she was.
After struggling to find something in her
bag, she whipped out a condom, looking pretty proud of herself.
I chuckled and pulled her chest back
against mine. “You want me to make it all better baby?”
Another hip roll and a firm nod.
“Up,” I said, spanking her ass lightly.
“Take off your pants and climb on.”
Her eyes glanced at the narrow staircase,
and I spoke before she could start worrying about people coming up.
“Everyone knows not to come up here,
sweetheart, and I locked the door when I came in. Don’t worry.”
I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the
zipper. She only hesitated for a second or two, but when she saw my dick
proudly standing up, waiting for her, she was rolling down her leggings and
stepping out of them in a heartbeat.
My blood roaring in my veins, I quickly
rolled the condom on and held out my hand to her. She climbed on and I grabbed
her waist as I lowered her down on me.
That feeling.
That first slide where she took me into her
body and her eyes fluttered closed… It was the most erotic and beautiful thing
I’d ever seen on a woman’s face. Her eyes still closed, she bit on her lip and
gave me a half-smile as if she was drunk. Hell, she hadn’t started moving yet
and I was already feeling dizzy. Instead of going all the way down, she held on
to my shoulders and lifted herself up, keeping the head in her body. Then on
the next downward move, she sank all the way down to my base and we waited
until her legs started shaking.
I never stopped touching her, stroking her thighs,
pushing my hands under her shirt, caressing her bare skin.
Oddly, it was even sexy to be half-clothed
with her. It felt forbidden to slide my hands under her shirt and in between
her thighs. Every moan, every tremble belonged to me. When she rested her palms
on my pecs and started rising and falling faster and faster, it was all I could
do to not spill myself inside her before she could find her own release.
She looked amazing. The lip biting, the
half-lidded eyes, her pussy hugging my dick so tightly, the eye contact, the
moans…I was simply mesmerized.
I was falling deeper and deeper for her and
we needed to have a serious conversation if this kept picking up speed.
Suddenly, she slowed her movements and
leaned down for my lips. Instead of kissing me as I was expecting her to do,
she stopped when our lips were touching. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
she murmured.
“Is my baby shy?” I asked in a heavy voice.
She hid her face in my throat again, but
kept working my cock into her pussy.
Putting my hands under her ass, I urged her
to take me deeper and faster.
When she let out a long moan, I asked,
“That good, baby, huh?”
“Yesss,” she whispered, her fingers
threading into my hair. Her lips grazed my ear. “I love it when you talk to me
when we are doing this.”
I pushed her hips down and forced all of me
into her. “When we do what, sweetheart?”
She tried to move up, but I held her down.
“Tell me, baby. When we do what? I want to hear you say it.”
She licked my earlobe and then whispered,
“When you
fuck
me, Jason. Is that what you want to hear?”
I slid myself a little down and Olive
squealed in my lap, rounding her arms on my neck.
“That’s exactly what I want to hear, baby,”
I said with a growl and started fucking her from beneath.
She groaned and moaned. She curled her
little fingers around my biceps and held on for the ride as I stretched her
open and took everything she was willing to give me. While I made her see
stars, I kept talking to her, revving her up more, enjoying the way she got all
wet around my dick.
Closer to the end, she whimpered my name,
her breath hitching.
“I love how you take all of me without a
single complaint, Olive. I love it. I love it,” I murmured into her ear.
When we came, we came together.
My teeth grazing her neck.
Her fingers clutching my biceps.
My hands gripping her hips, holding her in
place.
Her whole body trembling.