Unfortunately, as Livi talks enthusiastically about her job and modestly about her achievements as a triathlete, I realize that my feelings for her are much deeper and more complicated than I knew. She’s bright, intelligent, sweet, beautiful and the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I know now what it’s like to kiss her and hold her in my arms. But if I make her mine, the lies and guilt of what I’ve done will extinguish that light from her, and I can’t be responsible for that. The question is: will I be able to help myself?
When the food is finished, we both clear the table and load the dishes into the dishwasher. “Wanna take our drinks and dessert out in the courtyard?” I suggest, hoping that some night air will clear my head and stop my blood from boiling whenever I catch a glimpse of her thighs.
“Sounds great,” Livi replies, her voice slightly breathless, her neck and chest flushed in a way that tells me she’s as affected as I am.
I grab another couple of beers and Livi picks up the box of pastries as she follows me out into the courtyard.
“Oh Jake, this is beautiful,” she gasps when we step out through the patio doors. The strings of lights that hang between the house and the rear fence cast a soft glow and the bamboo rustles softly in the breeze. I lit the fire in the pit earlier so now it’s died down slightly, but it still gives off enough heat to ward off the chill. I rest my hand on the small of Livi’s back and lead her over to the outdoor couch next to the fire pit, where we sit and put the box of pastries between us.
“Now these are what I dreamed about when I was away at college,” Livi sighs as she reaches into the box and removes a golden, flaky turnover. “I swear, it’s like a perfect apple pie in a parcel.”
I watch helplessly as she raises the pastry to her mouth and takes a bite, flakes falling into the hand that she cups under her chin. As she closes her eyes and chews, I can’t stop myself from reaching out to dust a crumb of pastry from the corner of her mouth.
Livi’s eyes open slowly as my thumb makes contact with her pouty bottom lip, and her pupils dilate with desire. Memories of our kiss fill my head and I’m sure Livi is thinking about it as well. It felt so natural—like we should have always been doing it and before I can stop myself, I lean in and kiss her. The taste of cinnamon and sweet apple coat her lips as I slide my tongue past them, and she moans into my mouth. My hand moves around to the nape of her neck, and I tangle my fingers in her thick hair, gripping it like she's my life line and if I let go I’ll be swept away.
As the kiss intensifies, Livi moves across the couch, pushing the forgotten box of pastries to the floor, clambering onto my lap. Her strong thighs straddle mine, and I groan loudly as her core heats up the thin fabric that separates her from my impossibly hard dick.
“Fuck, Livi. That feels so good,” I moan, keeping one hand in her hair as the other goes to her hip to urge her to keep moving. I know I should put an end to this; if it goes much further I doubt either of us will be able to stop. But I just can’t—I need her more than my next breath, and when she’s in my arms all the other bullshit in my life seems to slip away. I feel at peace with her and that feeling is addictive. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to live without it.
Chapter 10
Olivia
The evening has not gone quite as I expected. The great interrogation I had planned so carefully didn’t happen, and now I’m straddling Jake’s lap while he kisses me like no man has ever kissed me before. His tongue is insistent and strong, like his hands on my body and the hard rod that I’m grinding on like my life depends on it. But it just feels so good and so right. I spent all afternoon thinking about our kiss, daydreaming about what it would be like to be with Jake, to have him take what he wants from me and make me his. The thought was so exciting, I had to take an extra cold shower before I got ready to come and see him.
But all the good that shower did earlier is currently being undone by his big, rough hands sliding up my thighs and under my dress. Jake’s fingers graze across the front of my panties, and I can tell by the moan he releases into my mouth that he feels how wet I am for him. I can’t help but squirm against his fingers as they slide my panties to the side to explore my drenched folds.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, letting my head fall back as a strong thick finger presses against my clit and sends a shockwave through my entire body. It’s so strong that the muscles in my back contract, which forces my breasts up into Jake’s face.
His reaction to this? He reaches around my neck and unties the straps of my dress so it falls down and reveals my naked breasts to him. My nipples harden even more when they're exposed to the cool night air.
“Jesus, Livi, your tits are perfect,” Jake moans, cupping them in his hands, pressing them together so he can take both of my erect nipples into his mouth at once. I’m completely overcome with sensation as the tongue he used so skillfully in my mouth is now put to work on my nipples. I press myself against his mouth, his hands and his cock and the pressure that’s centered between my legs detonates, and I moan loudly as my pussy throbs, begging to be filled.
When I come down from my release, I rest my forehead against Jake’s broad shoulder and catch my breath, his hand gently rubbing up and down my back. Part of me is sated and boneless after my orgasm, but another part of me is mortified that I just came all over Jake Hartman’s lap.
As if sensing my conflicting feelings, Jake shifts so he can take my face in his hands and just looking into his deep brown eyes, reassures me. “You’re fucking spectacular when you come,” he growls, smoothing his thumbs over my burning red cheeks. “And now I’m gonna take you to my bed and make you come on my tongue and then all over my cock.”
His dirty words no longer embarrass me, they just stoke the fire that’s burning inside me and I want to do everything he says.
Quickly, Jake grabs my ass and stands up like I weigh nothing, carrying me back into the house and through to his bedroom. He lowers me to the ground and drops to his knees in front of me. Carefully he slips my ballet flats off and runs his hands up my legs and under my dress, hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties, sliding them down my legs so slowly I feel like I’ll go mad.
“Won’t be needing these for a while,” he smirks, looking up at me as he throws them over his shoulder and pushes my dress up around my waist. The whole thing is bunched there now, and I feel completely exposed to Jake’s hungry eyes, my bare breasts are tipped with hard red nipples and the neat thatch of black curls between my legs is soaked with my arousal.
And just as I’m getting used to his eyes on me, he leans forward and buries his face between my legs, taking a deep breath of my scent as I close my eyes.
“Open those pretty eyes, Bug,” he commands. “I want you to see everything I’m about to do to this beautiful pussy.”
He hooks my leg over his shoulder, and I have to grab the dresser to steady myself as he opens my folds with his thumbs and takes a long slow lick from my hole to my clit.
“Oh my god, Jake,” I cry out, my free hand gripping the short hair on top of his head, pressing his face further between my legs to get the friction I so desperately crave. He continues to work me with his tongue, lapping and sucking at my sensitive nub until I’m almost insane with the need to come again. And when he adds two fingers, thrusting them deep into my drenched pussy, finding that magic spot with seemingly no effort at all, I come so hard I feel like I’m going to pass out. My juices soak his hand and face, and he keeps pushing me higher and higher until I have to shove him away, whimpering and breathless.
But Jake doesn’t give me anytime to recover. He picks me up and sits me on the dresser, sending the few items scattering to the floor. Something smashes but I really don’t care as Jake kisses me deeply, making me taste myself on his lips and tongue. It’s so arousing that I devour his mouth like a starving woman, grabbing his shoulders to keep him as close as possible. While we kiss, I hear the sound of his buckle and zipper, and I know that Jake is getting ready to fuck me on this dresser.
He pulls away to shove his jeans and boxers down his thighs, and I can’t take my eyes off his long, thick cock. The head is flared and purple, and my mouth waters to taste him, but I know that if he doesn’t get inside me soon, we’ll both lose our minds.
I watch enthralled as Jake rips open a condom packet with his teeth and rolls the latex down his cock.
“You need to stop looking at me like that, Bug,” he growls. “I’m already on the fucking edge and if you keep biting your lip, I’ll have to flip you over and fuck you from behind so I have at least half a chance of lasting more than three pumps.”