Olivia gasped, the soft sound caught in the back of her throat. “Anders,” she whispered.
He pressed himself up behind, and gently moved her hair from one shoulder until her neck was exposed to him. The light floral scent of her teased him as he leaned forward to drag his nose along the length of her neck. Her skin was soft, smooth. Anders pressed his lips to the spot just behind her ear then flicked his tongue across her skin, repeating the action as he moved toward her shoulder.
His hands made a trail of their own, skimming her waist, wrapping around her hips, pulling her back into his hardening length.
Olivia’s knees buckled for a moment, and he held her until she found her feet again.
Firmly, he stroked his hands up her stomach until he cupped her breasts, one in each hand, savoring the weight of them, the heat of them. Slowly, he ran his thumbs over the nipples he could feel hardening beneath the silk.
With one hand, he reached for her chin, turning her face so he could just reach her lips. She looked wonderfully drunk on his ministrations, and it became imperative that he got tonight with her.
“Please, Olivia, let me unwrap you,” he said, brushing his lips across hers without properly kissing her. He wanted her desperate for him, desperate for what he could give her.
As if answering his silent prayer, she pressed back against him, rocking her ass against his dick. He groaned and slid his hand down the front of her dress until he was cupping her as much as the fabric of the dress would allow. Olivia pushed against his hand, straining. “I can feel you, Olivia. I can feel your heat, and your need. Trust me with it.”
He’d beg if he had to.
“Anders, this isn’t me,” she gasped. “This isn’t what I do with men I don’t know.”
“Let it be. Just for tonight. Take your hands off the bar and face me.” He needed to see her face, he needed her to see what she was doing to him as much as he was doing to her.
Olivia did what he asked, her eyes filled with need. He cupped her face and kissed her fully, with everything he felt between the two of them. The inexplicable chemistry that he wanted to explore. Her hands sunk into his hair, as they clung to each other.
When he pulled back, her eyes were full of lust.
“Promise you’ll take care of me, Anders.”
2
Anders took her hand and walked her to his room. He pulled the key card out of his suit pocket, but instead of using it, he turned to look at her. “Are you still okay, Olivia? I don’t expect anything from you just because you got this far. If you want to leave, I’ll walk you back downstairs and get you a ride home.”
Are you still okay, Olivia?
It was a great question. Perhaps she’d lost her mind following a man she barely knew back to his room, despite the reassurance of messaging her roommate, Natalie, with details of who she was with and where she was going. Sure, she knew Anders had eyes the color of a Colorado summer sky, and that he could build a slider faster than she could. She even knew he and his brother had spent an entire summer of their childhood camping in a treehouse.
Now she found herself wondering what he would look like with his hair down and what he’d look like out of that suit . . .
“I’m fine.” Olivia placed her hand to his cheek, his stubble prickled against her palm, and she wondered what it was going to feel like against the rest of her skin. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m here because I want to be. I have my own reasons for wanting this. It’s been a while for me, a really long while.”
“Good.” Anders gently gripped the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Because I really want this, Olivia.” His lips boldly met hers and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She could feel the heat from his body as it crowded hers in a way that made her feel both aroused and protected.
She heard the click of the door, and he reached by her hip to push it open. Anders backed her into the room, and as the door closed, he spun her around to face the large hallway mirror. He placed his hands around her waist, pulling her back against his erection.
“When you say it’s been a while . . .how long?” he asked gruffly, staring at her reflection.
Their size difference was noticeable, and Olivia suddenly felt empowered by the fact that she had the ability to turn this man on, to make him sound so needy.
“At least a year,” she said. “I stopped counting.”
Anders pulled down the zipper of her dress painfully slowly. “I’m glad you saved this year for me then.” He skimmed his fingers down her spine, making her come alive with sensation. Her eyes fluttered shut as he pressed a series of tender kisses to her exposed skin. “When there’s a mirror, you should always watch. Open your eyes, Olivia. See what we do to each other.”
She shivered as he nudged the straps of her black dress over her shoulders, sliding them down her arms, the dress over her hips, until she stood in her black lace bra and panties and heels.
“It’s even more than I imagined.”
“You imagined this?” she asked breathlessly. The flash of lust in his eyes was the only thing stopping her from raising her arms to shield herself.
“I’m a man, and you’re a beautiful woman who responded positively to my interest in you. So, yes, I imagined it. I imagined what it would feel like to run my fingers down your hips.”
His fingers traced the journey to the waistband of her panties, panties that were fast getting damp with his attention.
“I imagined how your breasts, so perfect and round, would sit in my hands,” he said, sliding his palms up her stomach until his thumbs brushed over her lace-covered nipples.
A single finger traced the line of her spine, until it ventured to her butt, where Anders let it rest at the apex of her cheeks. “I wondered how it would feel for my cock to rest here once we got naked.”
Olivia gasped; she couldn’t breathe. Nobody had ever touched her or spoken to her as Anders did. She felt as though she were going to spontaneously combust.
Anders pulled her to him, and she could feel his heavy weight through the light suit fabric. He bent his knees slightly and then ground up against her. “Mmm, like that,” he said, looking down between them.
He was still fully dressed in his dark suit while she was practically naked, but the power imbalance didn’t scare her—it turned her on. She was more than happy to let him continue to lead. Olivia pressed her thighs together, trying to bring some satisfaction of her own to the ache between her legs.
“Ah.” He traced his finger around her stomach, following the line from her navel to just below the seam of her underwear. “You feel it too?”
“God, yes I can feel it,” Olivia admitted.
Anders chuckled. His fingers lowered. “Tell me, sweet Olivia. Did you imagine me naked?”
He reached her already swollen clit and she jumped. “Yes,” she gasped.
“Yes to naked, or yes to my fingers?”
“Both.” With knees that felt about as much use as Jell-O, she leaned back against him, widening her stance as she slid a hand up his neck, reaching for his blond hair. Gently, she released his hair from the elastic that held it back.
“You’re so wet, let me feel more of you.”
Unashamed, she moved against his hand, groaning when he slid his finger deep inside her. “Anders,” she groaned.
As she moved, his erection ground slowly against her butt, his movements controlled and steady.
“I can’t wait to taste this. To lick every part of you. To make you come in my mouth and around my cock.”
She hadn’t felt this turned on in . . .hell, she’d never been this turned on. And, as a woman with an ex who had repeatedly told her that she was “hard to get off,” the news that she could get so close so quickly was new.
But as the thoughts hit her, she lost the feeling, lost the edge she was riding.
“What?” Anders said, suddenly.
“It’s nothing.” She tried to find where she was, trying to find her way back to the woman in
the mirror about to ride out an orgasm, thanks to the man behind her.
Anders slid his fingers from her underwear and outrageously slipped them into his mouth. “This,” he said. “It’s honesty. Your body can’t lie about being turned on.” He turned her to face him. “Answer me honestly, älskling, where did you go?”
Her cheeks burned red and she could feel it, but for some reason, she felt the urge to be completely honest with Anders. If it all went south, she wouldn’t need to see him again anytime soon.
Embarrassment raged within her, but she had nothing to lose. She looked down at her shoes, but his erection obstructed her view, making her wish the ground would open up and swallow her whole. “I was right there with you, and then a voice from the past reminded me that I’m not the . . .I’m not the kind of . . .that I don’t . . .”
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t come easily. And I was so close, but . . .”
Anders stepped back and, for a moment, she thought he was going to tell her to forget the night and send her home, but then he reached for her chin and tipped her face to look straight at him.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He let go of her chin and removed his jacket. He threw it over the chair near the door, and then began to unbutton his shirt. “You know what defines a professional athlete? An Olympian?”
Olivia shook her head. “Being the best at the sport?” she offered weakly.
Anders shrugged. “Yes. But it is so much more than that. It requires massive reserves of physical stamina.” He pulled the shirt from his trousers and slipped his arms from the sleeves.
Holy-freaking-Christ-on-a-cracker. His body was Michelangelo-level perfection. Chiseled, muscular, a smattering of chest hair, and dear lord . . . his pants hung low on his waist. How could he even think they were on the same playing field? The orgasm she’d been close to disappeared completely.
She bit her lip as he reached for his belt and removed it in one swift move. “And on top of physical stamina, there is a mental toughness, a don’t-quit-no-matter-what-the-costs mentality. With those two, you can do anything.”
Anders unbuttoned his trousers, lowered the zipper, and then, after kicking off his shoes and socks, he let them and his underwear slide to the ground.
“Oh my gosh. Your leg,” she said, reaching for him. The bruise spread across his hip and thigh.
Anders gripped her hand, holding it away from him. “It’s fine, Olivia. It doesn’t hurt. You know what does, though?” His erection was hard and heavy, thick and long. “This.” He grasped it, and she felt the feelings of arousal begin to bubble to the surface again.
For a moment, he didn’t say another word, he just stood in front of her, lazily palming his cock. A slow back and forth motion. Then, he approached her like a wolf about to eat its prey. “Tonight, sweet Oliva, I’m going to use every ounce of physical stamina and mental toughness to do whatever it takes to make you come, and come often. I’m going to drive out of your mind the reckless words of a man who didn’t realize you were worth every effort, and that every orgasm you found at his hands was even more precious than if it had been given easily. You are a challenge that I am going to spend the rest of this night conquering.”
Some of his fellow male beings were fucking useless animals. Chasing their own ends without considering who they were with. While relationships weren’t even close to the top of his priority list, he’d always found that most of his own personal gratification came from the union of two bodies reaching the same goal rather than selfishly racing to the finish.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” He stepped closer, placing his palm on her cheek so he could run his thumb over her lush bottom lip.
Eyes looked up at him from beneath thick lashes. “Tell me,” she replied.
“I see a woman ripe to embrace her sexuality with the right person. A woman with hidden reserves of confidence who, if pushed, could utter the things she wants to do with a man, to do to a man, to have a man do to her.”
Her eyes went wide, pupils flaring. God, the things he was going to do to her tonight. He gently pressed his thumb into her mouth, and she sucked on it, rolling her tongue around it. His dick throbbed in appreciation, wishing for its turn in that warmth. But there would be time for that later.
“We barely know each other, Olivia . . .and after tonight, it’s unlikely that our paths will ever cross again. But will you trust me with every part of your body anyway?”
He wanted her consent more than he was willing to admit to himself.
Olivia reached for his hand and pulled his thumb from her mouth, all the while keeping her eyes on him. “Your words make me feel braver than I truly am,” she said softly. “So, yes, I trust you.”
A wash of relief flooded through him. “Good. Talk to me. You like something, you tell me. Something isn’t working, you tell me. You want to try something, you tell me. Got it?”
Olivia smiled shyly, a hint of pink touching her cheeks. “Got it.”
Anders took her hand and led her to the bed. He clicked on the small lamp on the side table, and then reached into his luggage for the condoms he always travelled with before throwing them on the bed.
“As hot as you look in this,” he said, unfastening the clasp of her bra, “you won’t be needing it.” He removed her underwear and heels until she stood as naked as he was. His fingers deliberately scraped across her nipples, traced the line of her clit where he found her to be wet and warm.
“I need more of this,” he said, kneeling in front of her. “Let yourself go, Olivia, I’ve got you.” He gripped her ass with one hand, pulling her towards his face, while his thumb opened her to him. She smelled musky and sweet, her hair trimmed short. With his tongue, he circled her clit. It was red, swollen, aroused. His challenge with Olivia wasn’t physical, it was mental. Maybe it had taken extra foreplay in the past to get her to this point, foreplay he had all night for, but someone had led her to believe that needing foreplay meant something was wrong with her.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he muttered. “You taste so good. So wet. When I slide into you later, I already know it’s going to feel amazing.”
Olivia gripped his hair with both hands as her knees shook. “Anders,” she cried. She bucked once, then a second time against him, and then stopped. He loved the action and, reaching behind her to cup the other cheek of her ass, he began to nudge her towards him and then push her away, savoring the way she rocked against him. The rhythm of his tongue against her clit was constant. She started to take over, holding his hair tighter, changing the angle so he could reach more of her with his tongue.
Perhaps she was getting close, there was an urgency to her movements.
He could tell immediately the moment she was back inside her head. Her grip released, her movements stiffened, and a muffled cry of frustration filled the room.
Gently, he nudged her back onto the bed until she was seated, her feet still on the floor. He took one foot and kissed the tip of her toe before placing it back on the floor in a wider stance. More open for him, he pressed his face against her, not giving a shit about the wetness on his chin. As she writhed, he slid one finger inside her, then a second, making sure to reach for that spot, the one that would help her detonate.
Her stomach clenched, the muscles in her legs were taut. “Anders, oh, yes . . .just like that. Maybe . . .harder.”
He grinned as he nipped her clit gently between his lips. Harder he could do. And if harder was what she liked, then he was going to have a fucking explosive orgasm later. He watched for a moment as his fingers slid out of her, covered in her wetness.
Anders’s balls pulsed at the idea of his own release, a vision of coming in her and on her flashed through his mind before he reined in his baser instincts. She wasn’t his. This wasn’t a relationship. It was just a night of pure fantasy and release for both of them.
She reached for his wrist, hard, and brought him to a standstill. “I need to move,” she gasped.
The
idea that she’d done what he asked, that she’d communicated her needs to him, made him smile. He withdrew his fingers from her, his cock twitching as she groaned. Olivia replaced his hand with her own for a moment before she sat up and snatched it away.
“When you commit to a challenge, you really mean it,” she gasped. Her messy hair and flushed cheeks caused his heart to trip in his throat.
It’s just one night.
But the reminder didn’t help as she pushed herself back on the bed.
“Show me,” he said. “Show me what you were about to do to yourself before you became self-conscious about it.”
“I . . . okay,” she whispered.
He stood, mightily aroused, as Olivia placed her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them to wet them. The way her cheeks hollowed out as she looked at him had precum seeping out of his dick. He wiped it with his fingers before he gripped himself hard. He’d never had a problem holding out, but watching Olivia find herself was intoxicating.
Olivia lay back on the bed, placing one arm over her eyes, likely so she didn’t have to look at him, and slid two long fingers between her legs. As they slid inside her, she raised up to meet them . . .a slow undulation that reminded him of slow, early morning sex.
He placed a knee on the bed, then another. With one hand on her knee, he spread her legs wider so he could watch. He studied the way the heel of her hand provided pressure, the way her fingers never fully left her body. A mottled flush of red spread across her chest.
“Let me help you,” he said gruffly. He bent forward and added his tongue to the mix. She moved her fingers slightly so he could reach her clit, so he could lick her fingers as they came out of her, so he could taste her. He slid his hands beneath her ass, pulling her to him.
Olivia began to shake beneath him. “Anders, yes. I’m... I . . .”
With all sense of rhyme and reason lost, she began to shudder, her fingers pressed deep within her, his tongue lapping against her. The cry of pressurized release that escaped her was wrapped in surprise.
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