“I like to keep my… goodies tucked away in a discreet box that just so happens to be cat themed.”
“Right. Pussy box.” I do grin this time. “Well, it could have been worse, right?”
“Oh god, I can’t even think about what that would have entailed.”
“I mean it, Olivia, we’re good. And I won’t tell a soul.”
That seems to ease her discomfort a bit and she lets out a small laugh.
“God, this moment is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. I’ll be on my deathbed and remember it.”
“Well, I’m honored you’ll be thinking of me.”
She looks up at me with those big, green eyes. “I think about you a lot.”
The mood shifts and I know I’m in fucking dangerous territory. But I can’t stop myself.
“Oh yeah?”
She nods. “I know I shouldn’t.”
At least one of us knows it.
She goes on, “I… I have a confession. Sometimes it’s naughty thoughts.”
My cock is throbbing in my pants now.
“Like what?”
Her cheeks flush again and she shakes her head. “I can’t tell you. You won’t look at me the same way again if I do.”
“Well, shit. Now I’m intrigued.”
“Promise you won’t judge me?”
I nod once, because my damn throat is so dry that I can’t speak.
“I have this one thought, about us riding on your motorcycle.”
I relax. That’s not too bad.
“And I’m giving you a hand-job while you drive.” She swallows. “When we pull over, you take me right there on the side of the road, bent over your bike.”
I bite back a moan, because I can see it, too.
“Saint?”
I meet her gaze and I see it. If I were to act right now, I could fuck her. But, I know it would be wrong, and, for the first time in my life, that sobers me.
“Olivia, this can’t happen between us.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m too old for you. And because Bash has the hots for you.”
She frowns at that. “But-”
“Look, it’s not you. It’s me.”
She physically looks pained. “Sure. No worries Saint. Forget I even mentioned it.”
I tip her chin so she’s looking at me.
“In a different life, I would act on this. We’d fuck once, and it would be great, but then I would move on and you would hate me for it.”
Her eyes water. “I don’t think it would be just once.”
She’s fucking right – it wouldn’t. But I need to squash this now, for both our sakes.
“Olivia, I value you. That’s why I’m going to walk out of your room and we’re going to both forget this.”
She doesn’t make a sound until I get to the door.
“Tell me one thing, Saint. If this is a bad idea, then why are you hard right now?”
She’s looking right at my crotch.
“Making a dick hard doesn’t mean anything, Olivia.”
Olivia
“Making a dick hard doesn’t mean anything, Olivia.”
He walks out of my room, closing the door quietly behind him. I’m torn between wanting to go after him and breaking something. I settle on kicking the box that held my panties in it across the room. The rest of my thongs fly out everywhere and I glare at them, as if they’re the ones who just messed up.
This thing I feel for Saint is dangerous. I know it, but I can’t stop myself from wanting to act on it. For fuck’s sake, I actually told him that freaking fantasy I keep having about him! Most shocking of all is that he refused me. I know he wanted me. His dick was hard and his eyes were on fire. But he said no.
Gritting my teeth, I plop on my bed, where my vibe pokes me in the bottom. Rolling over, I pull it out of my pocket and toss it on the bed next to me. Really, I should be glad that he stopped me before anything happened. But, I’m not. I was honest when I told him I thought about him all the time and he shot me down, which stung. I don’t put myself out there and this is why. Because I didn’t have control over the situation. Because this wasn’t a business transaction.
But now, I’m all hot and bothered, so I’m going to take care of me. Lying back on my bed, I imagine what it would be like for Saint to walk back into my room right now. Would he make the first move, or would he want me to beg for him? To scream his name out of need. After what just happened, I think it would be the latter.
I unzip my pants, kicking them off, and reach for the vibe that Saint saw. Turning it on, I close my eyes and reach under my shirt. His cock is huge, I can tell by the way he carries himself. Big dick energy is a real thing, and he has it. Plus, that bulge in his pants looks like he’s packing a fucking iron pipe. A pipe I’d like to impale myself on.
My skin tingles as I trace a path on my stomach, up to my breasts. My nipples are always sensitive and it gets me going to play with them. Slipping my hand into my bra, I rub my thumb over the peaked flesh. Goosebumps lift on my skin and my nipple pebbles. I rub it a few more times before flicking it. Air hisses though my lips, and the sensation goes right to my core. I pay attention to the other one, until the throb between my legs can’t be ignored.
Moving my hand lower, I picture him standing at the foot of my bed, stroking himself. He likes to watch, I’m sure of it. His eyes will follow every movement I make, but he won’t say a word. Sweat beads on his chest, begging to be licked. My fingers circle my clit, rubbing until my hand is drenched.
He won’t let me cum. Instead, he moves over me. The vibe comes to life, licking at my clit, making me moan. He says something dirty, his beard scraping against my sensitive flesh. And then the tip of his cock brushes against my opening. Spreading my legs, I work the vibe into my drenched folds slowly. My body is begging for me to go fast, but that’s not what Saint would do.
Instead, I pull back and then do it again. My hips lift on their own accord, needing more. I do this until sweat coats my skin. He would do something naughty now and we’d truly begin to fuck. Cranking up the speed of the vibe, I fuck myself like I’d let Saint fuck me. The vibe is slippery, covered in my arousal.
Gasping, I clamp my legs around it, while it pulses inside of me. With my free hand, I rub my clit as my orgasm builds. He’d look at me, with those eyes that haunt my dreams, and tell me to come for him. And I do. I come so hard that it takes my breath away. White sparks fire behind my eyes, and I call out his name, as if it will somehow save me. And then I ride out my pleasure until my body stops shaking.
Saint
I come all over my hand when Olivia calls out my name and I let out a curse.
When I left her room, I went to mine, knowing it was next to hers. I should have fucking left, but I didn’t. I never knew the walls were so fucking thin, but I learned this the hard way. When that vibe came to life and I pictured her fucking herself, I couldn’t help but to jack off, too.
But, that’s not the worst of it. Whether she knows it or not, she has me.
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