Chapter 31: Brooks
I’m dead. She sucked the soul right out of my body through my dick. Holy hell, what a way to go. I’m vaguely aware of her soft cheek resting on my thigh and she’s stroking my calf, giggling to herself.
“What’s so funny down there? You better not be giggling at me after you just about killed me with that mouth of yours.” Olive props her chin up on my leg to look at me, lips swollen, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. I pet her hair, smoothing it away from her face. “God, you’re beautiful.” My voice comes out gruffer than I intended, but I’m suddenly choked with emotion. I want to tell her I’m falling in love with her, but I don’t want her to think I’m saying it just because she has the blowjob prowess of a porn star. So I keep my mouth shut and pull her up to cradle her in my lap. “I think I spend more time in your lap than out of it lately,” she teases me.
“Good, it’s where you belong,” I tell her. She fits so perfectly snuggled into my chest like this. “You’re wearing way too many clothes though.” I slide my palm along her stomach, slowly seeking the tie of her dress, but she squeals and tries to jump out of my lap. “Where are you going, woman?” I demand.
She pushes off my chest, more forcefully this time, and I grudgingly let her stand. “I had a plan for this dress,” she says coquettishly, lithe little fingers slowly pulling at the tie on her hip. My cock stirs in my lap again. She might literally kill me.
Olive unties the bow and slowly, provocatively, opens the sides of her dress, revealing her curvy body and the world’s sexiest and most indecent black lingerie. Little gold details accentuate the edges, but everything else is sheer black mesh. Her rosy little nipples are peaked and I can see a faint glisten at the apex of her thighs. My mouth goes dry at the sight.
“Come here, Sugar.” My words come out gravelly and, I think, pretty damn clear it’s an order. Olive just grins and starts backing away slowly, heading away from the kitchen.
“Is your bedroom down this way?” She teases.
“It is, but that’s beside the point,” I growl. She takes another slow step backward, slipping her dress down her shoulders like a robe.
“Olive, I said come here,” I’m still sitting on the couch but I sit up. “If I have to chase you I’m going to make you pay.” It’s more promise than threat.
She cocks an eyebrow at my lap where my dick has regained consciousness. In fact, his full attention is trained on Olive trying to sneak away in that sexy as fuck lingerie.
“You don’t look like you’d mind catching me,” she says primly, taking another step backwards. She lets the dress slide off one arm, holding it in one hand out to the side. She locks her eyes on mine before pointedly dropping it and taking another small step, daring me to follow.
Temptress. “Olive,” I warn, coiling, ready to jump up and grab her. She spies the bunching of my muscles, and it gives her enough warning. She shrieks and giggles as she turns and runs towards my open bedroom door. The sight of her pert little ass running in those mesh panties has me on her, chasing her like a predator after a meal.
And I do intend to make a meal out of her.
I catch her just as she crosses the threshold, wrapping my arms around her middle in a bear hug before lifting her off the floor. Olive squeals and wriggles her curvy little body against my front. She’s breathing hard, like she ran much more than 50 feet, and I like the feel of her ribcage expanding against my chest.
“You do realize it’s more fun when you squirm like that?” I whisper in her ear. A shiver racks her body and her attempts to get loose morph into something more sensual. I growl and let her slip down my body until her feet rest on the floor, but I’m not ready to release her yet.
Firmly, I gather both of her tiny wrists behind her back and hold them in one hand. I pull her hair over one shoulder, giving me access to her neck and before wrapping my free arm across her chest, keeping her body close to mine. Pinned, and completely under my control. I pause, letting her breath a second, waiting to see if she tries to pull away but I’m deeply satisfied when she makes a purring moan and melts into my body.
“I told you I’d make you pay if you made me chase you, baby girl,” I growl against her neck. Little goosebumps prick the skin of her chest as I slide a hand down to cup her tit.
My cock was already getting hard by the time I caught her and now it’s at full attention, rubbing against her panty covered ass. It’s all I can do to contain my groan when she arches back into my touch and wiggles her fingers, trying to wrap them around my dick.
Lifting her wrists to the side just out of reach, I make a tut tut noise. “Such a dirty girl. Is it my cock you want?”
Olive moans an inarticulate “mm-hm,” as I knead her breast, teasing the nipple through the barely there material of her bra.
“Words, Sugar. I want to hear you say every dirty thing you’re thinking.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I like it. I want your cock.”
I pinch her nipple, drawing another little gasp and moan out of her before responding. “Good girl. I’d give you what you want but I still have to punish you for running…” I make an exasperated sound, working my fingers over her opposite nipple and drawing out little moans.
Slipping my hand lower, I stroke her bare side and run my fingers along her ribs. “Maybe I should put you over my knee and spank you,” I tease. Her breath hitches and she rubs her ass against me harder. “I think that turns you on. Is that what you want?”