She shakes her head.
I pull her into my arms, and she places her hands over mine. I hesitate and wait for her to pull my hand off, but she doesn't. Olivia holds me steady and then swallows another sip of her beer. Temptation is too intense as I tug her against me. Olivia places her other hand on my chest, clumsily holding the beer, and keeps me back. I wait, only holding her and nothing else.
Her eyes travel down my body, and I’m not ashamed that my cock is bulging stiffly against the seams of my jeans. Olivia rolls her lips in between her teeth, and then gradually, her gaze lifts to mine. She turns beet red when I smirk and pulls away from my grasp.
“Do you live alone?” she asks. “I mean, it’s a big apartment.”
I nod. “I can afford it.”
Olivia looks for a place to put down her beer bottle. I take it out of her hand and place it on the small table by the couch. I step forward, boxing her in against the wall by the door. With just a step to the side, Olivia can run out the door, but she doesn’t move. I step closer, and our bodies almost touch. She stares into my eyes, and for a second, I see the playful sparkle return to hers. I feel a tug on my heart. Her big brown eyes were always my weakness.
I grip her by the hips. Instantly, her hands rise up and land on my chest, as if to push me away. But she stops, and her little finger traces my pecs under my Henley.
“Do you want me to take my shirt off?” I whisper.
Her eyes widen. So, Olivia does remember something. And quickly, she takes her hands away. “Maybe I should get going.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
“No,” she squeals, and then her tone lowers. “Can we go back to the bar instead?”
Closing time has come and gone by the time we return downstairs. Olivia appears startled to see the place empty. I flip on all the lights to make her feel comfortable. I place two fresh beers on the counter, and she places down her coat beside them. She’s struggling with the decision to walk away. It’s obvious each time she looks at the locked door leading out to the street.
I decide for her by placing my hands on her ass and lifting her up onto the barstool. My hips are even with hers, and I move until I’m standing in between her open legs. I lean my bulge into her, and Olivia lets out a small gasp. I begin to grind my hips, and she leans in as my hands slide along her hips. My fingers rest on the waistband of her jeans.
Her hands stop mine from going further, and I can tell that she’s conflicted, unsure how far she wants to go tonight. “I don’t know,” she says.
“Are you thinking about what could have been?” I ask. “The time lost?”
Olivia bites her lip. I want to bite that lip. She takes her hand off mine. I slip my fingers in her waistband but go no further. I just touch her bare skin with my fingertips. Her lips part, and she inhales softly as her chest rises and lowers with each breath. Olivia places her hands on my waist, and slowly, one moves lower until it rests on the bulge straining in my jeans.
Breathing deeply, her fingers trace patterns along the stiff seam until I moan deep in my throat. I rest my forehead against hers, and we stay that way, listening to our breathing. I brush her hand away, undo the button, and tug down the fly. I lower my jeans and boxers until my cock springs out. Staring, Olivia touches it with her fingertips, outlining the pronounced veins. I watch her hands on me and then nuzzle her sweet neck. Her touch feels the way I had imagined when I lie alone in my bed.
Her tongue traces her lips. “We shouldn’t,” she whispers.
“Why?” I ask. “Are you thinking about someone else?”
“Are you?” she asks.
“No,” I reply, “I can't think about anyone else because of you.”
I slide my hand back into her jeans. My finger lowers until I touch her wetness and warmth. Gently, I explore, slipping my finger in, while she grabs my shoulders and moans.
Olivia wraps her arms around my shoulders. “We shouldn't,'' she moans, and then her mouth covers mine in a hungry kiss. I lick the seam until she parts them, and immediately, our tongues lock. My hands tug at the top of her jeans until she lifts her hips, and I pull them along with her panties down to her thighs.
Throwing back her head, Olivia moans deeply and clings to me asI press the tip of my cock against her slit[5]. Her hazy eyes open and look startled. I glance over my shoulder at the beer logo mirror lining the wall. She stares at our partial reflection and then at the arrogant grin on my face.
Now does she realize that once we do this, she’ll be mine and no one else’s?
I place my hand on her sweet ass and push my tip against her soaked folds. I press forcefully against her, breaking through the resistance. I want to shove myself deep into her, but I force myself to go slow. I want Olivia to remember this because it made her feel good. I want her to beg me for it again tonight and wake up sore tomorrow.
She shuts her eyes and clings to my neck as a choppy rhythm builds in my hips. I gaze into her parted eyes, and she won’t look away. Instead, she winces as if it’s too much too soon but grabs me when I try to pull away.
Suddenly, Olivia stops and yanks her body off me when someone outside bangs on the locked door to the bar.
“Damn,” I snarl then shout, “We're closed!” I forgot to shut off the neon lights.
Olivia pushes against me and slips out of my grip. Her feet on the floor, she tugs at her jeans, pulling them up. I yank my jeans up and hurry over to the switch on the wall, shutting the lights as there’s another bang on the door. “We’re closed,” I shout again.