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.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Olive
“Lucy, what are you doing?”
Her head peeked out from behind the fridge door. “I’m alley-catting. What does it look like?”
I stared at her unblinkingly from my spot on the couch.
Her smile widened. “You see what I did there? Alley? Jason? Alley-catting?”
Silence.
I heaved a sigh. “It wasn’t as funny as you would think, Lucy.”
It was a Thursday and Jason had left at 5:00 AM for an early shoot. Their schedule was intense and I wanted nothing to do with it—not that I didn’t enjoy spending time in his trailer and focusing on my writing, but I could barely focus when he was around me.
“Oh, come on, it was. Don’t break my heart by saying I’m not funny. I don’t want to spend my entire night telling jokes to everyone around me to assert my funniness.”
Ignoring her, I asked, “So, how is it going with the new roommate? Char’s friend, Lily, right?”
“Yes, Lily.” She scrunched up her nose as if she had smelled something bad. “Not that sure about her. I’m giving her more time.”
Finally closing the fridge door, she plopped down next to me and handed me an apple while she clutched a bowl of blueberries in her hand.
I looked at the apple in my hand and then to Lucy. “What is this for?”
“Now that you are getting it on the reg, you need to eat healthier to keep up with Jason Thorn.” She cocked her head, but stared intently into her bowl. “Because you do need to keep up with him don’t you? He is a machine in bed, isn’t he?”
I raised my brows and took a bite from my apple, but otherwise stayed silent.
Picking up a blueberry, she gave me a side glance. “Well?”
I shook my head. “Sorry, I’m not falling for that. No sex details. Already told you that, I don’t know, a thousand times today?”
She put her bowl down on the couch and pulled her legs up to face me. “You’re no fun at all, Olive. How am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you don’t give me the details? What did I ever do to you to deserve such cruelty?”
I took another bite of my apple and picked up my laptop from the gargantuan ottoman. Before I opened it, I twisted to face Lucy.
Her eyes were expectant, her excitement written all over her face.
“Let’s make a deal,” I said.
“Great. Let’s. I love deals.” She held out her hand to me.
I took her hand and stared straight into her eyes. “You tell me about Jameson and I’ll give you a few small details about Jason.”
She shook my hand enthusiastically. “Done. You already saw Jameson’s penis, so you know that he is hung.”
Squeezing my eyes shut as if that would erase the memory of that image, I held up my hand, palm out. “Not that. God, no. Not bed details. I think I heard more than enough from the next room to have an idea of how he is in bed. Tell me what you’re doing with Jameson.” I winced when I saw the look on her face. “Not in the literal sense. Tell me if you are in love with him.” Then it was her turn to wince. “Tell me what’s going on, Lucy. Ever since this book stuff and Jason stuff happened, all we ever talk about is me. Even though I’m quite aware of how much you love talking about those particular subjects, I’m more interested in your life.”