As the music reached a crescendo and began winding down, Olivia tore her attention from the stage and turned to me. Her fingers slid up my arm and I turned, her mouth meeting mine with sudden heat. She was intoxicating, her taste like liquid fire to my veins.
I pulled back. “Get on your knees and give me some goddamn relief,” I breathed. “You’ve been teasing me all night and I can’t take it anymore.”
“I haven’t been teasing you.” Her brows drew together as she searched my face.
“You wore that dress knowing what it does to me.”
She flushed and dipped her head. I leaned back, spreading my knees wide enough for her to fit between them, and pointed at the floor. She obeyed this time, removing her shoes quietly and kneeling between my legs. In the dim light, I could just make out her lines of her face and the glitter of her eyes.
“Open my pants,” I whispered, keeping my tone gentle.
Her slender fingers began working the button of my pants, unfastening it and drawing down my zipper. My cock strained against the fabric of my boxers and when she drew it aside, her mouth parted as she gazed down at my erection. Her soft, slender hand wrapped around my cock, grasping it experimentally.
“That’s good, baby,” I breathed. “Now bend your head and take it in your mouth.”
She hesitated, her eyes searching my face in the dark. I ran my knuckles gently up her throat and cupped her chin, drawing her lips closer to my cock. She opened her mouth and took the tip between her lips. I bit my tongue hard, forcing myself not to thrust forward. Her mouth was hot and gloriously wet as she slid me further inside. I tensed my jaw, breathing hard, and released a quiet groan. My God, she felt so good.
“You’re doing so well,” I said, keeping my voice low and gentle. “Now suck gently. You can hold it, yes, just like that. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She drew me into her mouth, her tongue moving against the sensitive underside of my cock. My thighs tensed and I dug my free hand into the railing behind her head. I was already on the brink, trying not to finish just from the sight of her on her knees with her mouth on me. From this angle, I could see her barely covered breasts and her naked shoulders. Her dark head bobbed, her long, silky ponytail shimmering.
“Move your mouth up and down slowly while you suck,” I whispered through gritted teeth. “Oh my God, you’re such a good girl.”
She obeyed and I bit back a gasp. Every time she slid her soft mouth back over me, she took a little more of my length. After a few minutes of this, she let my cock slide from her lips and wrapped her hand around the base. Her tongue slipped from between her red mouth and she licked me from top to bottom.
Fuck, I needed to get inside her mouth or I was going to make a mess of both of our clothes.
“I need to finish. Can you take it?”
She nodded, taking my cock back into her mouth. She sucked a little harder, drawing me to the back of her throat. A little moan vibrated around the tip of my cock and my orgasm hit, pleasure making my legs twitch as it washed through my body. She slowed, but kept sucking as I filled her mouth with my cum, and then she drew back a little, letting my cock slip from her mouth.
“Be good and swallow my cum, baby,” I whispered, running my thumb over her chin.
She complied, her throat bobbing. There was a little bit on her lower lip and I swiped it off with my finger, pushing it between her lips. She sucked it off, her dark eyes fixed on mine. Dear God, she was a wet dream, an erotic fantasy come to life. Before I could pull my finger from her lips, she bit me gently in a tender gesture.
“Good girl, baby, you did such a good job,” I said, helping her to her feet.
She sat back down in her seat and I knelt before her to help with her shoes. Her little foot rested in my palm, so delicate. I bent and kissed the underside, just beneath the arch, dragging my mouth up over her ankle. Her breath hitched, but her dress was too tight to lift her skirt any further than her knees.
I slipped my hand between her thighs and found the skimpy fabric of her thong and pulled aside the soaked lace. Her pussy was hot and slippery as I delved my fingers between her folds. Her eyes followed my hand as I pulled it from her skirt and licked her wet arousal from my fingers.
Jesus Christ, she was so sweet.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia
I felt eyes drag over me as we left the theater at the end of the performance. The red curtains and gilded walls swirled around us as I walked at his side, his taste still on my tongue. His hand was on my lower back, guiding me and keeping me against his body. I’d never had so many men look at me before, their eyes flicking to my breasts and lingering there as we passed. I saw the way the women looked at Lucien and I caught the envious glances they cast my way.
He cast an impeccable figure in his gray suit, the fabric fitting his body like a glove. His dark hair was slicked back neatly over his head and his wrist was laden with one of his expensive watches. When he helped me back into the car, his coat and jacket shifted and I saw the flash of his gun. For some reason, seeing the weapons on his broad body sent a bolt of arousal through me.
We rode back to Viktor’s mansion in silence. Across from me, Lucien sat with his legs spread and his hands rested on his thighs. His eyes barely left me the entire time and the air was thick with tension. Having him in my mouth had already soaked my panties, but having him look at me like this, like he wanted to devour me, had me throbbing with need.
I was painfully empty between my thighs.
We moved up the stairs, still not speaking, and Lucien locked our bedroom door behind us. There was a long silence and then my husband slipped his coat from his shoulders and moved toward me, his fingers stripping his tie, cuff links, shoes, and shirt.
Then those lean, hard hands were on me, tearing the beautiful dress down the middle. I gasped, too stunned to speak. Even if I’d had time to protest, I wouldn’t have dared. There was darkness in those normally placid eyes and it both aroused and frightened me.