You'll Think of Me

by Franco, Lucia

  Luke stopped kissing her neck, raised his head and looked deep into her eyes. He slapped his hand down on the hood of his truck hard, jarring Olivia and making her jump. The banging sound of his hand slapping the hood nearly scared the life out of her. This wasn’t a side she’d ever seen before from him. There was no mistaking the raw passion and fervor in his crazed green eyes. Olivia was motionless, stunned. Just as he made his move, the clouds parted and the skies opened up above them.

  “Hold on,” he grunted. “Put your arms around my neck.” She did without hesitation. He lifted her by the underside of her thighs and carried her around his truck. The rain was coming down so hard that puddles were forming in the dirt driveway quickly. Climbing into his truck, he laid Olivia onto the seat. Luke slammed the door and looked at her. Heart and emotions slipped from her bloodshot eyes as she exposed how she truly felt inside.

  “Get up,” he ordered.

  Luke sat back against the leather seat and reached for her. She went willingly to him as he grabbed a hold of her slimming hips, lifting her to straddle his waist. He lifted her dress out of the way and grabbed a hold of her ass. His legs widened as she sat down on him, feeling for that right spot. She went to reach up to put her hands on him but Luke stopped her. Olivia looked into his fiery eyes and felt her throat climb into her mouth. He was stopping her, again.

  Grabbing both wrists, Luke placed them behind her back and immobilized her. He pressed on her lower back with their hands clamped together, shoving her sex into his cock. Olivia's eyes fluttered shut and she felt her body loosening up. She hated how he was purposely provoking her. She was at war with her body, didn’t want to take it, but couldn’t refuse it.

  Luke leaned forward and ran his tongue along the mounds of her breasts, lingering over her collarbone and then up her neck. Olivia whimpered and rocked into him. Turning her head, she found his mouth and nudged at his lips with hers only for him to rear back. He wouldn’t even let her kiss him. She struggled to release her hands from Luke’s tight grip, but he wouldn’t budge. Olivia was on the edge of release with the way Luke was manhandling her. He’d never been this hard on her before, but by god, she loved it. The flame that had been ignited by Luke’s erotic kissing began to burn deep between her legs. Luke was her fire, but would eventually ruin her too.

  Olivia gently pushed into his face with hers, forcing his head back into the headrest. He wasn’t expecting it and she was able to wiggle one arm free and quickly reached for his cock. Luke’s jaw was wired tight as she stroked up and down through his jeans again. He released her other arm and Olivia started to work his button. She rose up and pulled his neck into her mouth at the same time, flattening her tongue against his skin and licked, something that he loved for her to do. It was like his kryptonite and she was using it to her advantage.

  Olivia managed to unbutton and slide the zipper down. He grabbed her hips in a bruising grip, freezing her in motion and she panicked thinking he’d stopped her once again.

  “Livy,” he moaned lazily.

  “Yeah.”

  Luke didn’t respond, just moaned her name again. She knew he wasn’t going to ask for it, his pride kept him from doing so. He was hurt. She knew Luke like the back of her hand, so she took matters into her own.

  “Lift up and help me,” she said.

  Olivia rose up on her knees and went for his waistband. His hands met hers and they pulled down his jeans and boxers. His erection sprung free but then became sandwiched between them when she sat back down on his lap. She grabbed Luke’s face and kissed him, feeling the heat coming from his dick as it twitched against the thin layering of her wet panties. He lifted the hem of her dress again and slid his hands up her smooth thighs to the crease of her hip, rolling his hip toward her. His fingers ran along the seam of her panties, a low moan rumbling through Olivia’s body. With one hard tug, Luke ripped her panties in two then slipped his fingers into her wet sex. Olivia was on fire, panting into him. The truck’s air was stuffy, thick with tension as desire swirled much like Olivia’s blood while it continued to rain outside. Luke stroked Livy’s wet folds with two fingers back and forth, closing her eyes from the pleasure of his fingers on her and rocking into his hand.

  “Look at me,” he grounded out. Livy’s head snapped up and her brown eyes met his wild, untamed ones.

  “Stay with me. This is the last time I’m askin’ you,” he said then as he slid a finger along the seams of her wetness as his eyes bore into hers. Slowly building pressure on her clit, Luke rubbed in circles as she rotated her hips on his fingers.

  At his pleading, her chin quivered knowing the one answer he wanted she couldn’t give.

  “Hold still.”

  A finger teasingly hovered over her entrance before he pushed inside fast and stopped once it was as far as it could reach. A smoky sigh escaped Olivia’s lips. Luke slowly pulled his finger out and rubbed her clit in circles to the point where it was just enough to stimulate her but not enough to push her over the edge. He was tormenting her purposely.

  Two can play at this game.

  Olivia reached down and rubbed her hand along her sex, coating her palm with herself. The feral look in his eyes spoke volumes. His chest rose quickly, revved up and ready to take control in a matter of seconds. Grasping his length, she stroked Luke with her wetness from tip to base. She repeated the motion, her hand hitting a trail of hairs on his mound. Olivia wrapped her hand around the swollen head of his shaft and squeezed, stroking up and down so she could slide right on him.

  Luke groaned loudly, not hiding his own gratification.

  “Fuck, Livy. What are you doing to me?” Luke groaned somewhere between gratification and despair. She pushed up and onto her knees and bent forward, pressing her breasts into his chest.

  But she wouldn’t slide down onto him.

  No.

  It was a power struggle of wills. She wanted him to want it every bit as much as she did.

  Olivia hovered above him as he looked at her, expecting her to make the next move. Leisurely, she grazed the tip of his plump crown with her warm silky smooth folds. Their eyes never left each other. She sucked in her bottom lip and rolled it between her teeth as they waited in unspoken tension. Knowing Luke was wild with desire only made her decision to wait that much better. She needed him to take her, not the other way around.

  Finally, in what felt like an eternity, he grabbed her hips and aligned her entrance up with his cock. He squeezed her pelvic bones in a painfully tight grip and then shoved her down over his raging hard cock, taking her all the way. They both yelled out so loud that she was thankful for the pounding rain bouncing off the hood of his truck that masked the sound of them. Without delay, Olivia immediately started a steady rhythm. She slid up and down, so wet and slippery that it caused a delicious fiery friction. It was sexy and it was electric. She grounded down on his dick, her clit pressing down on his mound each time. Her breath heightened with each pressing second and it sent chills down her spine. Olivia’s stomach clenched and she could feel the walls of her sex tighten around his cock, soaking up every inch of him. Luke yelled something inaudible as he palmed her breasts and pinched her nipple through her dress while his other hand slid over her rear, dancing dangerously low. The tips of his fingers grazed the wetness produced by them as one and he nearly lost it.

  Luke placed both hands on her hips and started a fast but steady dance of heady sex.

  The games were over.

  “Yes… More.”

  He didn’t stop. Luke just kept driving himself into her, pounding into her sex, a slippery suction that pushed her even closer over the edge.

  “Don’t stop,” she panted.

  “Not even if I wanted to could I stop fuckin’ you,” he drawled.

  Shit. She was close. So. Fucking. Close. “Close…so close.”

  Luke groaned, “Come with me.”

  So weak. Olivia was so weak that she was actually happy Luke had taken control. Her heated body was like hot m
olten lava as he fucked her roughly, but she loved every minute of it. Her skin was on fire, moist with perspiration. She started to pulse and squeeze around him in an attempt to find release.

  “I don’t want...to come yet. I want…it…to last.”

  Luke clutched her neck, his arm wrapping around her waist and shoving her down on his enlarged cock as he thrust desperately inside of her. She was trapped, unable to move as his cock plunged into her with short, hard stokes. It was the best of both worlds for her. He was as deep as he could go and hitting her clit.

  “Ahh…” she moaned.

  Olivia’s plump lips coated him once more as she felt herself beginning to spasm.

  “Now. Come with me now,” he said through clenched teeth.

  Olivia reached for the back of his head, seized his damp neck and bit down on Luke’s lips as they came together in a blissful, mind blowing orgasm. It rippled across her skin, pouring through her in sweet rapture. Her nails dug into his shoulder as Luke ate at her mouth with a vengeance, moaning and sighing in between breaths. The kiss only heightened the orgasm that hadn’t yet died down as they rode each other’s ecstasy.

  They were as close as they could possibly ever be in that moment.

  present

  “I’m sorry,” Nate murmured from behind. He wrapped his arms around Olivia’s waist and leaned into her. “I was a dick last night.”

  She could feel the rise and fall of his breathing against her back.

  “You got that right.”

  After a restless night, she finally decided to get up and cook them breakfast. Olivia was still upset from what had happened at the bar between Nate and Luke.

  “I’m a bit of a hothead who’s dating a smart and beautiful woman. Liv, I get jealous when some guy kisses you. What guy wouldn’t get upset? Then your ex shows up? And yeah, I nearly lost it. You have no idea how hard it was to rein it in. I wanted to kick his ass. I wanted to beat him within an inch of his life, but I didn’t.” Olivia tensed. “I didn’t because of who he was to you. Now had it been anyone else…” Nate wrapped his arms around Olivia and held her tightly from behind.

  “But, Nate, when have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?” she asked softly. Olivia was still upset.

  “You haven’t and I’m sorry, Olivia. I admit I was wrong to jump to conclusions. I just…”

  “Just what,” she said as she turned off the water.

  Olivia felt Nate take a deep breath and then said the last thing she was expecting to hear.

  “That I’m falling hard for you. The kind of falling where the words ‘I love you’ usually follow soon after, Liv.”

  Olivia was stunned. Unable to think…move…speak.

  “Nate.”

  “You don’t have to say anything,” his baritone voice washed over her skin. “In fact, I didn’t realize it until last night. Lying in bed next to you, with you curled up away from me, I felt like shit over our argument. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold you, but I knew you didn’t want it so I backed off. Last night was supposed to be us ending the night with you in my arms, like usual. Waking up next to you is something I love doing more than you can imagine. I didn’t like going to bed with you mad at me, and last night it killed me, Liv. I’ve fallen harder than I realized.” Nate brushed away her hair from her nape and tenderly kissed her, his stubble scraping her neck.

  “I’m sorry for the way I acted.” Nate inhaled deeply and wound his arms tightly around her, pulling her back to his chest. She tried to turn around but couldn’t.

  “Loosen up for me, Nate.”

  “No. I can’t even look at you right now. I’m embarrassed of how I acted.”

  “Nate, I swear I’m not going behind your back with Luke, but you have to trust me on this one and the reason I can’t tell you why I saw him.”

  “I know you’re not. You haven’t given me a reason to doubt you. I do trust you. I was just completely blindsided by Luke showing up, his brother kissing you and hearing you saw him. But if you’re asking me to trust you on this one, I will. I have no choice not to trust you.

  “I want you, Liv. I have from the moment you came into the exam room looking overwhelmed. Something about you draws me in, but it’s more than being gorgeous, though.” Nate’s deep voice sent shivers throughout her body. “You’re different and I’d be stupid to let you get away from me. It’s why I pushed so hard for you, why I didn’t give up. And you know what? I don’t think you want me to stop. I think you want me to push to see where this can go, but you’re still holding back. I can feel it and I can see it in your face. You’re still questioning ‘us’. Let go. Fuck the rules and live. Live with me. Feel the moment with me.”

  Goodness, why did he have to go there? Why did Nate have to go and lay it on the line like that? Olivia had been so good at keeping the walls to her emotions solid and only lowering them to breathe. What he just said was so honest. Real. She was on the verge of tears, her chest contracting as she desperately fought to hold them in. Every minute with him, he pushed past the barriers she had erected over time.

  Looking into the sink full of soap suds, a nervous tick in her knee caused her to bounce. Olivia wanted to give in, she did, but she was so scared of getting hurt again. Was the possible heartbreak worth what they had right now?

  “Olivia,” Nate whispered near the nape of her neck. His voice was rough and his breathing hitched. He moved his hand from the counter and placed it on her hip, asking for more. The heat from his hand flamed her skin as it glided along her belly, bringing her closer to him.

  “Please,” he pleaded and pressed his hips into her.

  Squeezing her eyes shut from the sting of tears, she relaxed into Nate, answering his question with her softened body. Olivia could feel the heat pouring off of him as she burned for Nate. She turned her head to the left, moved it against his chest and inhaled his heady scent as it drifted over her, overwhelming her senses. His other hand grazed her jaw, his rough fingers helping guide her head up to his.

  As she followed the movement of his hand, Olivia opened her eyes. Nate was so close she could see the black hairs along his square jaw. His eyes. His eyes always got to her. They were shooting to the center of her body, full of crazed passion and intensity. Her eyes fastened on lips she wanted to taste as Nate’s hand circled her stomach, his fingers creating a steady ache below while they stood there waiting for time to fast forward.

  Nate had asked, and she’d given a partial answer. Now was time to deliver.

  Standing on her toes, Olivia closed the distance with her mouth. She pressed her lips to his. It was an odd angle, but she made it work. Nate hadn’t moved his mouth at the touch of her lips, but his hand continued running in circles across her stomach, increasing the friction between them. She pushed harder with her mouth and he responded only just a bit.

  When Nate didn’t respond like she thought he would, Olivia second guessed herself and pulled her mouth back to get a good look at him, but he pressed on her stomach with the heel of his palm in an effort to bring her back. She knew what he was doing. The press of his hand was saying she needed to make the effort now.

  Nate was dropping his guard and letting her see what he truly felt. It was written all over his brazen body, his face a cast of smooth sensuality. Olivia realized he was putting it on her, that it was for her to decide on the next step. It was a daring decision, one she still was nervous to take. She knew Nate was waiting for her to say yes, that she wanted to screw it all and be with him. Olivia knew what she needed to do. What’s life without taking a chance, right?

  The next move in the game was hers to take.

  Turning around was her answer, because Nate said, “Nate-4, Olivia-0.” Then he smirked and she shoved her mouth onto his.

  Nate’s calloused hands slid down her backside and over her hips, his fingers leaving a trail of heat she felt down to her core. Growling, Nate thrust his hips into hers, his hard erection strained against her belly. His hands traveled down
to the back of her thighs and he squeezed.

  “Hold on, darlin’,” he ordered against her mouth and picked her up, placing her on the edge of the counter. He moved between her legs so that their sex aligned perfectly. Olivia sighed, wrapping her legs around Nate’s waist and locking her ankles in a tight hold.

  Olivia’s body was on fire and trembling with need. Nate’s hands didn’t stop moving over her, working her into a frenzy of desire. Their tongues moved, biting and nipping, sucking and stroking until they were panting and struggling to breathe.

  “Nate,” she whimpered.

  “What do you want? Tell me,” he replied in between kisses.

  “Please, Nate… Please…” she trailed off, silently wishing he could read her mind. Nate broke the kiss and grabbed her face between his hands. He looked straight into her eyes and said with a firm, deep drawl, “What do you want, Liv? You have to say it, baby.”

  Olivia’s breathing became more and more labored. What did she want? Did she even know?

  As if he knew, Nate pushed forward and grinded against her hips. Olivia’s head drifted back from the pure erotic delight she felt. He swiftly moved his hand from her jaw to bring her upright.

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  Licking her lips, “You. I want you. Happy? You know I want you.”

  A shit eating grin stretched over Nate’s handsome face and his eyes lit up with hunger. The need was there before, but it was as if a cloak unveiled his desire at her words. He was so incredibly sexy that her breath caught in her throat. Nate smashed his face down and kissed her deeply, consuming every inch of her mouth. He slid his hands under her ass, cupping her rounds to him as he thrust against her again.

  “We need my bed. I’m going to make love to you for the first time, and it sure as hell won’t be against a wall or on a sink,” Nate said, breaking the contact to mutter against her lips. “I want to do it right.”

  “Okay,” she breathed into him.

  Olivia squeezed him with her legs while his rough fingers danced along the bottom of her ass. She felt herself grow wet even more from his touch and her belly flipped.