“You have a boss down there who needs to believe you have a kid, right?”
“Right.”
“Well, I have a kid. It’s not a lie. We can fib about you being the mother.” I hold up my hands defensively because it’s a terrible idea. Whitney, Penelope’s mom would laugh her ass off, but I doubt Olive will. “That way, you can stay and place a bid on me so I don’t have to go on a date with a stranger who will most likely grope me all night and squeeze my cheeks.” My body shivers at the thought. I look at her, hoping to express how much I need saved here. And we can both benefit from this deal.
“Ok, sexy Santa. I doubt Katie will buy it, but I’ve never given her any details, and she definitely doesn’t care much. I’ll help.”
“Wait, what? Really?” I say, surprised and expecting the opposite reaction.
“Yep. I’ll help you, if only in exchange for a date.”
“Ma’am, are you trying to make me come in my pants and embarrass myself?”
Why the fuck would I say that out loud?
I watch her cheeks flush, but instead of slapping me, she bites her lip to keep from being too honest. My hands find her hips as I walk us back to the laundry room.
“You like to torture my dick, Olive? I want you so fucking badly that I’ve been painfully hard for you since we met and your body touched mine.”
“Yes.”
“That’s mean, baby girl.”
She whimpers, her chest heaving with heavy breath as she stares at me, wanting me. I can’t help taking her in a kiss. I might only have a few minutes, but if she’s willing to fight the crowd for me, I’ll make her go blind as my thank you.
The dryer is still running, and I grip her lush ass in my hands, lifting her to sit on the dryer. Our mouths find each other again quickly, but my lips trail lower, down her neck and across her collar bone. I easily discard the robe, filling my hands with her breasts and squeezing until I feel her nipple under my tongue.
I flick the hard peak once, twice, a third time, and she arches her back, giving me more to feast on. Holy hell, her body was made for me. Soft and full and so responsive.
My dick sits heavy against my straining waistband, but I’m losing myself in the moment. Her sounds, her taste, the way she moves against me.
“Can I taste you?” I ask, running my hand up her inner thigh. She gasps when I touch her soaking wet pussy. “Here? Lick you up like this.” I run my fingers through her slick folds and watch her head roll back.
A moan escape her lips. “Yes! Don’t you dare stop now.”
With her permission and pleasure obvious, I stop my teasing and attack her exposed neck, kissing and sucking my way down, opening the robe as I go. The dryer shakes her body, and I enjoy the vibration against my lips.
When my head settles between her wide-open thighs, I take my first bite, eliciting a scream from her that shoots straight to my tight balls. My god, what it would be like to sink into her. I stop the thought before it gets too tempting. I’m happy to be right where I am, worshiping at her alter and watching her surrender to my control.
She fought a good fight, but I’m not the kind of man to only receive a woman’s attention. I want to make her feel good. So, while my tongue flicks her sweet clit, I push two fingers inside her slowly. She receives me easily, drenched with arousal that makes me impossibly harder. When her hands run through my hair, holding me to her, I pick up my speed.
I love that she’s taking exactly what she wants. She’s not shy, but shamelessly grinding against my face as my fingers pump inside her pussy, faster and faster.
“Oh god, I’m going to come!”
The hand I have on her waist moves to her full breasts. She fucks my face, and I squeeze her nipple between my fingers, feeling the moment she comes for me, quaking with her release as I slurp up every last drop. Her body relaxes, and I slow my movements. I release her nipple and take her hips in a tight grip to help her stay balanced on the dryer. Then, I take my fingers from her but slowly lick her a few more times. Not wanting to leave, but knowing I have too.
“Oh my god, Leo. I…um…wow…”
I smile down at her as I stand tall between her legs, closing the robe.
“Does this mean you’ll fight the crowd for me?”
Olive sits flushed in front of me, but her eyes stare in disbelief.
“Yes. Of course, I will.”
I know that means a lot coming from someone who would rather avoid the screaming rowdy party, and I’ll continue to show her my thanks.