Chapter 38: Brooks
Torture. Sweet fucking torture. That’s how I spend my Christmas Eve. With Olive barely concealed in green silk like a sexy present just waiting to be unwrapped. Every swing of her hips and shimmy of her body as she dances winds me up more and more.
If this was any other event, I would have hauled her sweet ass out of here and been balls deep inside of her warm pussy hours ago. But she’s a bridesmaid, and her friend is important to her. So I spend hour after hour trying to ignore the climbing desperation to get her body underneath mine.
I thought I was doing a pretty good job right up until the bride and groom made their exit under a tunnel of sparklers, held aloft by the bridal party. The sight of Olive grinning broadly, laughing under the dancing lights makes my breath hitch. She catches me watching her as the crowd starts to disperse and gives me a sly grin, sliding the slit of her dress just a little higher.
Using one finger I beckon her towards me, making sure she can see from the look on my face that it’s a command, not a request. My control is stretched so thin I’m afraid it will snap and I’ll just fuck her right here in front of everyone. She makes her way towards me, slowly, clearly aware of the effect she’s having.
When she gets close enough, I put a possessive hand on the back of her neck and pull her close. Her breasts press against my chest and I can feel the silk of her dress slip between us as she bites her lip and looks at me, eyes burning and hooded with lust.
Making sure no one is close enough to hear what I’m about to say, I lean down to whisper in her ear.
“You’ve been teasing me all night with that dress. No bra. No panties. Just that silk sliding over your curves, torturing me.”
Olive grins at me, eyes lit with mischief. “If I’ve been such a bad girl maybe you need to punish me?”
Fuck me.
“Room, now,” I snap and it makes Olive giggle.
Olive takes great delight in rubbing against me like a cat on the elevator ride up to our room, knowing full well I can’t do anything about it while there are so many people packed in with us. As soon as we exit and the doors shut behind us I throw her over my shoulder and stomp to our room. She squeals and laughs as she smacks my butt, demanding to be put down. She should know by now that won’t work.
Tossing her on the bed, I rip my tie from my neck and throw it across the room. She watches me hungrily as I unbutton my shirt, biting her lower lip as I remove the cuff links and set them on the desk.
She draws one leg up, letting it rise out of the slit of her dress. She’s a goddamn temptress, like a ripe piece of fruit in front of a starving man. “If you like that dress you better take it off before I get my hands on it,” I growl in warning.
Olive gets to her knees on the bed and unzips the side of the dress before slowly sliding it over her head. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen her naked. I’ll never get enough. She’s all smooth skin with dusky pink nipples, peaked with arousal, begging to be sucked. And her adorable little belly button. Why the fuck is it so cute?
Pushing her back down on the mattress, I place her hands on the headboard. “Don’t move your hands. If you do, I’ll stop. Do you hear me?”
She nods with rapt attention, dark tendrils of hair falling out of her carefully styled braids. Grabbing her thighs, I spread her open for me, and watch her eyes roll back in her head as I give her a long slow lick. I keep tonguing her at a languid pace as she moans. Like I have all the time in the world. And really, I do. Because I’m going to make Olive mine and eat this pussy every night for as long as I live.
Olive tries to arch into me, squirming against my patient mouth, but I hold her down with firm hands on her thighs.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I rumble at her. “You be still while I dole out your punishment.”
She lets out a pleased little sigh. “This doesn’t seem like much of a punishment.”
Chuckling, I bite down on her inner thigh just enough to leave a mark and make a gasp slip from her lips.
“I’m going to lick this pussy once for every filthy thought that dress put in my head.”
I give her other thigh a little matching bite. “Then I’m going to lick it once for each time I caught another man looking at you in it.”
“That’s not fair,” she complains. “That’s like victim blaming-- Oh!” She interrupts herself as I slide a finger inside her.
“Oh fuck. You’re so wet. Did you get yourself all worked up teasing me? Wiggling in my lap. Grinding your ass into my cock while you danced. This little pussy wants me bad, doesn’t it?” Slipping my finger in and out of her makes obscenely wet sucking sounds. Sounds that go straight to my dick, already painfully hard and aching to be released.
Wait your turn, I remind it. Olive loves this game. Her pliant body giving away just how much as she moans, her pussy tightening around my finger, trying to find enough friction to make her see Jesus.
She moans as I pull my finger from her tightness, sucking her juices off of it. “Don’t worry, Sugar. I’m going to take care of you. I’ll always take care of you. You just have to be patient.”