Chapter 42: Brooks
I’m absentmindedly rubbing little circles against Olive’s hip when I notice her shifting and pressing her thighs together.
“You ok, baby girl?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yup,” she smiles; but there’s no missing the lust in her eyes.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask quietly, as she rubs her thighs together again. It’s so slight I don’t think anyone else could even see it, but I can feel the way she’s tensing and squirming in my lap. She’s turned on by whatever she’s got going on in her head right now, and I’m dying to know what it is.
She pauses and for a second I think she’s not going to answer me but then she leans into me, her lips brush the sensitive skin of my ear, setting my blood to boiling as she whispers very quietly, “Last night. The way you talked dirty while you fucked me.”
Oh god damn. It takes everything in me not to groan out loud and haul her ass to the nearest dark room with a lock. Seeing as that might be inappropriate given the present company, I opt for subtlety instead.
“Can you give me the tour? I need to use the restroom and I’d like to see your old room,” I say, lifting her off my lap and setting her on her feet in front of me. That’s about as subtle as I get.
“Of course.” She smiles, but there’s a flash of warning and heat in her eyes. I grin back, trying not to look as predatory as I feel.
I follow her swaying ass down the hall and up the stairs. As she climbs them ahead of me, I can see little glimpses of her red lace panties riding high on her ass cheeks and the shadow where they tuck into the perfect cleft of her backside.
At the top of the stairs she turns left and walks to the end of the hallway before opening a door and stepping inside. It’s a generic guest room, nothing left of Olive to interest me, but I follow her in.
“This was the room I shared with Lilah. It’s the guest room now--”
I cut her off, gently pressing my hand over her mouth while quietly closing the door with my other hand.
“Don’t make a sound or everyone will know what we’re up to,” I whisper as I lay my palm on her stomach, loving the way she feels under my hand. Her eyes light up as she realizes what I’m saying. Mischief curls her lips into a smile under my fingers as I walk her back against the wall and pin her there with my body. “Are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?”
She nods, her breaths come in excited little huffs through her nose and she’s watching me with burning fascination. The little flecks of gold in her iris seem to glow even as her pupils dilate.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice how turned on you were? Wriggling your sexy ass in my lap like that. I see everything about you, Olive. You’re my whole world and I’m going to make sure you have exactly what you need, no matter who is nearby.”
Sliding my palm down her belly, I run my fingertips down her leg and back up her inner thigh, sliding right under her dress. I’m not wasting time. I’d bet we have five minutes before someone starts to wonder where we snuck off to.
I yank her panties down, letting them fall to the floor as I press my knee between her thighs, using my leg to spread hers. Slipping a finger into her pussy, I groan quietly at the drenching heat. “Holy fuck, you’re so wet.” She moans into my hand.
“Shhh, baby,” I tell her before releasing her mouth. Removing my finger from her warmth, I put it to her lips. “Suck it,” I demand. “See how good you taste.” I almost come when she takes my finger into her mouth, eyeing me darkly and giving it a strong suck before releasing it with a little pop.
“Good girl,” I whisper as I cover her mouth with my hand again and thrust my finger back into her pussy. I keep her pressed tight to the wall with my body, letting her feel the size of me and how much she turns me on. “Is this what you need?” I whisper gruffly in her ear, adding another finger and using them to fuck her hard.
Her sweet vanilla scent mixed with the musk of her arousal has me dying to pop her on my cock and let her bounce there, pinned between me and the wall, but there’s no time. The risk of getting caught might be hot, but the idea of her grandmother or a brother walking in and catching me balls deep in my woman is not. I just need to see her come. Need to take the edge off for her.
“Does this greedy little pussy need to be filled?” She moans into my palm, legs shaking as I double down my assault on her g-spot.
“Shh, shh, shh,” I whisper, rubbing my palm into her clit. “Don’t want everyone to know what a dirty girl you are for me. You’re all mine and so is this pussy.” Her eyes are shut and her body is writhing against the wall, desperate for release.
“Look at me so I know you understand,” I growl. She opens her eyes, hooded with lust. “Good girl,” I tell her again. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine and you’re going to come for me, Olive.”
It’s a damn good thing I’m covering her mouth because she comes like a hurricane, wailing into my hand as she convulses and shakes. I have to use my body to hold her up against the wall, or she would collapse. When she finally settles and regains her balance, I grab a tissue from the bedside table and clean her up before pulling her panties back into place.
She laughs shakily. “Wow… that was… so dirty. I love you.”
Grinning back at her, I’ve never been happier. “I love you too. Merry Christmas.”