Stephen’s hand slides into my hair and tugs. The other hand slides down my body, between my legs, pushing my underwear to the side. I hiss into his mouth as he fingers my clit in desperate circles.
Between his tongue stroking mine and his fingers steadily filling me, teasing me, bringing me to the edge of sanity, I can’t string a thought together. There’s only Stephen bringing me to rapture.
He draws back and licks across my bottom lip. I have to stop this. Even if I don’t remember the reason, I know we can’t do this. “Stephen, wait, please…”
But my body has its own mind, its own desire. I pull him closer instead. His fingers tug on my panties as two fingers work deep in my pussy. How can I make him stop when he feels so good?
Slowly, Stephen drops to his knees, his hands stroking down my thighs as he pushes my dress up. I groan and help him, taking bunches of the fabric in my hands and holding it at my hips. I know he’ll like my panties. I know the view will drive him insane. Stephen groans and licks up the inside of my thigh.
“Olivia, you’re so…better than I remember.” He kisses the inside of my knee as he lifts it over his shoulder.
His dark eyes were on me, burning with desire and promises. I whimper and feel a tremor rip through me. Stephen licks through my underwear, his tongue so hot on my pussy. I know I’m practically dripping for him already.
Then, in one swift move, he pushes my underwear to the side and devours me. I groan as his tongue and mouth take full advantage of me. “Fuck!”
I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet as he hums against my clit. I feel the vibrations from the sound all the way through my body. His oral skills have never failed to send me right over the edge, and he always eats like a dying man having his last meal.
Usually he’s slow and patient, dragging out each lick and bringing me to a climax slowly. But not tonight. He fingers me as he laps and sucks my clit. My body can’t take it. As soon as he slides a second finger inside me, I come apart for him, my legs shaking. I grab onto his head and the door for balance.
“Fuck, yes. Holy shit. Oh, yes.”
My head drops back against the door and I laugh softly. How is it still this good? How am I still so in tune with him? I lift my head and watch him kiss my hip, the inside of my thigh, and along the curve of my knee as he grins at me wickedly.
“Fuck me, Stephen. Fuck me hard,” I demand, knowing we both want it. He arches an eyebrow at me, as if I can’t be serious, but I nod at him. “Like, immediately. Right now. Fuck me hard.”
Groaning, he jumps up and kisses me hard. I taste myself on his lips and melt against him, tugging him by his belt until I have his pants around his knees. Stephen spins me and pulls down my dress around my waist, exposing my breasts. I brace myself against the door. Stephen sinks into me with one thrust, making me take every inch of him.
I moan so loudly that I cover my mouth so no one else will hear me. He’s just so good, fits me so well, I can’t keep quiet. As Stephen slowly pumps in and out of me, I feel his hand cup my breast, teasing my nipple with his fingers.
His lips claim my throat as he grunts and groans in my ear. “You feel so good, Olivia. So good.”
I know he’s as close as I am. Nothing else matters. My body wants him, needs him, can’t get enough of him. My pleasure is so intense I see stars. Reaching back, I grab his ass as the tremor of my orgasm takes me.
Stephen follows almost immediately, shuddering as his hips push into me erratically. “Olivia…yes…my baby.” He comes down from the high of his orgasm as we pant against the door.
I pull my dress up as he pulls out of me and then face him. Anytime we’re together it’s magic. But it always has a catch. I just have to wait for it. But instead, Stephen kisses me, his tongue sliding against mine, slow and seductive. All I want is to get him hard and go at it again like time doesn’t matter, like we’re the only ones here.
Breaking the kiss, he meets my eyes. “I need you,” he says. He gives me a look so intense that it makes me want to forgive him for everything.
But then I think about Chase and the dark, needy looks he gives me. Oh my god. I put my hand against my chest. I can’t believe I forgot about Chase. How could I have forgotten about him?
“We need to be together again, Olivia.” Stephen takes my hands.
His sincerity almost makes me cave. But I know what the consequences of that will be, and I know that Stephen will realize them as well as soon as we walk out of this bathroom. My dad, our age difference, his reputation. Nothing has changed for me, except I have a sweet, funny, gorgeous man waiting for me downstairs.
“Please, Olivia,” Stephen insists, tightening his hold on me. “There’s never been anyone but you.”
“Stephen.” I edge away and fix my dress, checking myself in the mirror carefully. I try to avoid his eyes. “I’m seeing someone else.”
“Am I supposed to care about that?” His tone is commanding and possessive. “I don’t. Whoever he is, he’ll just have to deal with our situation. I’m not giving you up again, Olivia. I can’t.”
A part of me agrees with him. He’s the only one for me, like we’re two edge puzzle pieces and there can’t be anyone else to compare. But Chase has already shown me he’s just as much of a man as Stephen. He wants me just as badly. And he has no hesitation to take me out, be with me in public, to be silly with me and have fun. As much as I like Stephen, as much as I love him, I want to give Chase a real chance. This is all Stephen’s fault—he’s the one who said I should get on with my life.
“And I can’t keep up with you,” I whisper. “You tell me to leave, you tell me you want me back. I’m not going to leave him.”
“Tell me who he is. I’ll take care of this for you.” He spins me to kiss me again, as if that’s all that he needs to get me back. “You’re mine and I know you don’t want to let me go either.”
I shiver and try not to think of his cum inside me. I shake my head and push him away. “We’ll talk about this later. I need to clean up.”