Oh god, he sucks on my nipple hard, then bites down with a painful precision, causing me to yelp as I moan for more. I’d been shocked how much I liked him biting my nipples before, only I gave up caring about why I liked it, I just fucking did. A few times, Rourke has gotten rough and I’ve welcomed it; yet the next hour goes far beyond rough, it’s a savage mating and it causes a hot, slick river of need to pour from me. Thick fingers fuck into me without trying to bring me pleasure, yet they do. Then when I’m gasping, begging for more, he sets my world spinning when those thick fingers push into my tight ass. Since the first night he’s fucked my ass with one finger only, and I’ve welcomed it every time. Now, though, two fingers feels much thicker, and they are rough where he has never been before.
Pain and pleasure are mingling so tightly I can’t tell which is winning when the smack to one cheek shocks me into stillness for a second. Then there is another smack to the other cheek while his fingers fuck my ass without pause. I’m still cresting on the wave of pain from the first smack when another finds the same hot, swollen flesh, and I hiss in pain even as I moan for more. I get it: another smack to my other cheek, again, then again. I’m so close to my climax, I need it bad. I’m desperately trying reach my clit when a hand goes around my wrist, stopping me.
“No, sweetheart, this is a punishment. You’ll come when I let you.”
“Please, please, I need your cock. Please fuck me.” I’m almost incoherent in my need. Then I’m shocked when it all stops. I lay stunned, then I hear it: a bottle of lubricant, what I needed every time I used my vibrator. My eyes find Rourke by the bed lubing his cock. I know what it means and my pussy aches in mourning.
“On your hands and knees.” His order is given without a hint of softness.
I move quickly, tense with fear yet anticipation. Rourke is on the bed moving behind me. Two fingers push into my ass again. They fuck into me roughly. I’m moaning, pressing back into them. After a few minutes they are gone, spreading me wide open for his thick, long, hard cock. The whole time I’m telling myself to relax, but I can’t and I pay for it. I’m biting back the yell of pain as only the head of his cock presses into me.
“You can do it, sweetheart. Your body was made for me, every inch of you.” Slowly, so slowly, only the first few inches of him fuck me again and again until I’m not fighting him and begin pushing back to take more of him inside me. He gives me more, only a few inches more as I sigh at the new pleasure mingling with pain. Still slowly, almost too slowly, he fucks me with the new few inches until I’m gasping now, begging for more. I can take more, I want more. Rourke thrusts deeper, pushing out all the air from my body, and when he pulls out I follow, moving back against him. He doesn’t go far before thrusting harder, deeper, until all of him is inside me. We’re both panting, fighting for air at the sensation.
Hot, hard, so hot, he’s so large, the immense feel of him is overwhelming yet so damn good it is the kind of perfect I’ve never even thought possible. Then he moves, strong, powerful thrusts, his hands at my hips holding me in place. Oh god, so fucking good, more, harder, please. He answers my pleas, deeper, harder, with every thrust he’s pulling me apart then every stroke putting me back together.
I’m fighting to stay up; it should have warned me, but I’m unaware of it until my climax slams into me in a brutal body slam, as if I hit a brick wall going a hundred miles an hour. My arms give out, my whole body is shaking with bone-jarring force but Rourke hasn’t come. He’s drawing my climax out too much—no, I can’t—he’s pulling me apart at the seams, then he comes with a shout of my name seconds before the hot wet heat of him inside me sends me into the dark.
I wake a long time later wrapped in Rourke’s arms, my head on his chest. His hand is running through my hair. “Thank you,” he whispers against my temple.
“For what?”
“For calling Doreen and cancelling my two events and letting me sleep. For caring.”
“You’re welcome. I kind of have a vested interest in keeping you in top condition. It was a little selfish of me.”
“Always with the last word?”
“Always. As much as I liked you fucking my ass, my pussy is feeling left out. Come here,” I whisper against his mouth.
***
Rourke
I watch Olivia sigh deeply in her sleep as her arms tighten around me when I try to pull away. Distance, I need distance, a minute to get my shit back together. My mind is in turmoil, my emotions thrashing around as if caught in a storm. I want more from her, everything, only it’s wrong, so fucking wrong when I can’t, refuse to give it back to her. It would make me such an asshole, and it isn’t fair to her except I’m long past the point of fair when it comes to Olivia.
She’s taken over my every waking moment. When she’s not with me she’s all I can think about, all I really care about. The need to hold her, touch her grows with every hour, minute. She’s too far away. My only peace is when she’s in my arms, when I’m inside her, when she’s whispering my name, her hands on my body, her lips against mine. Fuck. This all feels like it’s unraveling from my control. I have no control where Olivia is concerned. She tames me, she soothes me.
Damn it. I give up trying to get away. Olivia settles her head on my chest; my name is a sigh on her lips. It goes right to the thrashing within me, calming me. I don’t want to leave her, and it won’t matter anyway. Whatever has happened, it’s far too late to stop it now.
15
Olivia
For the rest of the festival Rourke’s hours are less chaotic, with him getting as much as six hours of sleep. Sometimes he even makes it home for dinner, where we eat with a glowing Cheryl. I get my daily call to check on me, and all feels right until the day before the festival ends, when I’m left wondering what is going to happen next. However, I’m too much of a wimp to ask.
He wakes me up in the best way by slipping inside me from behind, taking me slowly, drawing out our pleasure. His mouth is on my neck, then licking his way to my mouth, fucking it with wicked movements until I’m a mewling mass of need. A large hand moves down to tease my clit as he moves faster and faster inside me until I break apart in his arms. Until he comes deep inside me, putting me back together, making me whole again.
We lie together for a while. He knows not to pull out of me, how I love the feel of him inside me. He moves until he’s gazing down at me, his hand stroking my cheek. “Tonight is an end of the festival party. I want you there beside me.”
I flinch. He’s not aski
ng. “Rourke, I’m not...I wouldn’t fit in.”
“You’ll be with me, that guarantees you fit in. I don’t want to hear any bullshit about you not thinking you’re gorgeous enough to be there. I’m done with you not believing you are a beautiful woman. It will be me who is seen as the lucky one to have you on my arm. You are the total package. Nice, kind, with a smile that makes everyone want to smile in return. I’ll never stop adoring these curves that make my cock ache just thinking of them. These breasts, high, proud, full, with cotton candy nipples to match your pretty pink pussy; women pay for breasts as gorgeous as yours and they don’t look this perfect.”
His fingers have been trailing over every part of me he talked about. I love the way his eyes catch mine and hold. “Then there’s the cherry on top, this delectable, plump sweet ass of yours.” He grabs a quivering cheek, molding it in his large hand.
“I want you with me. I’m sending someone over with a selection of dresses. You’ll pick out one, then I’ll have someone bring you to me. It’s a dinner and party, eat before you come though, or you’ll starve from what’s on offer. Seven o’clock. Be ready.” I swallow my protests as he presses a kiss to my throat, where my heartbeat is pounding. Then he rolls off the bed and puts on his robe before he walks out of the room for his morning shower.