Ordering Olivia

by Allie Standifer

  Her dream man shook and uttered a curse too soft for her to hear. He moved his hard body back for the few seconds it took to lift her more fully against him, placing most of her weight against the wall. Automatically, her legs went up to clasp his hips. His big hand brushed her sex as he unzipped himself and shook again.

  “You’re wet for me.” The husky deep voice made her lungs gasp for air and her thighs clench in painful desire.

  Words weren’t needed. He could feel her juices spreading between her thighs. It amazed her how quickly he could make her hot. Just a look or touch and her body melted. She was primed for sex, primed for him.

  He placed enough space between them so when she tilted her head down, Livia could watch his actions, fascinated.

  He yanked opened his jeans, and his long, hard cock sprang free. A drop of pre-cum glistened from the red, swollen head. Livia’s mouth watered with the need to taste and take him. She’d never been one to volunteer to give head to her partners, but something about the wide thickness made her want to drop to her knees and engulf him in her mouth. To taste the salty fluid glimmering in the faint light.

  He guided his cock right where she needed it. He slid his hand between their bodies and spread her with his fingers. With a slow, easy glide, he ran his cock back and forth in her juices, teasing them both until she wanted to scream and impale herself on his hard length.

  Finally, when her desire outmatched her patience, he worked the thick head in and thrust hard.

  Livia felt completely taken over by him, her unknown dream lover. His mouth was back devouring hers, his hot chest kept her pressed against the wall, his hands, free now, held her thighs spread wide. The rough material of his jeans proved a sensuous counter to the soft feel of his skin.

  He pushed heavily into her, mouth drifting from hers. He looked down at her though desire heavy eyes. His face, so hard and rough. “Wanted to fuck you since the minute I saw you.”

  With those few words, Livia started to come, sharp, hard pulls that caused his nostrils to flare. He drew in a deep breath and continued thrusting.

  He moved in her with deep, forceful strokes. He seemed to know exactly how to move to keep her in one long, continuous orgasm. Her inner contractions continued until she could no longer keep track. Her heart hammered and her body throbbed.

  He rubbed his cotton covered chest against her breasts. She felt the vibration of his mindless murmurings against her glistening flesh. Finally, the pulsing started to taper off while his strokes continued rough and quick.

  “Oh no, you don’t. I want to feel it again. Need to feel you come for me again.” He breathed the words against her sweat damp hair then pulled his hips back and started to fuck her without restraint or practiced moves.

  With no thought, Livia slammed right into another orgasm. Her body went supernova under his punishing thrusts. A high wail escaped her mouth as she felt the head of his cock stroking a spot deep, deep inside her that she never knew existed.

  A rough animal growl of triumph filled the air as hot, wet streams of his semen jetted into her still spasming depths.

  “Olivia.” Rough hands grabbed her arms as her eyes shot open.

  Bouncing bananas, Batman, what the hell was that? Livia looked around the club, positive each patron knew she’d just come from a daydream. A dream about a man standing not ten feet from her.

  “What the hell happened to you, Olivia?” M demanded, his dark eyes worried as he carefully checked her pulse with callused, but gentle hands.

  She could tell him it would be racing, but not the reason why. No, no way would she share those details.

  “M, who’s that man in the corner?”

  The bouncer cocked his head then grinned. “You thinking about tapping that, think again. He’s blown off every woman in this place. He’s either gay, stupid or a cop.”

  Not gay, he didn’t hit her gaydar, nor did those brandy-coloured eyes read stupid. “Why do you think he’s a cop? Should we care?” Did she care? Her thighs still trembled with the force of her orgasm. If he was that good in a daydream, reality might just kill her.

  Club B was a clean club. Sure, some drugs were passed around, but not with management’s approval. Anyone found taking, selling or offering drugs on the premises was thrown into the office then handed over to the cops.

  “He’s watching everything too hard. Almost waiting for a signal or something. Stay away from him, Olivia-honey. He’s nothing but bad news for the likes of you. Especially if you’re not running on all cylinders.”

  “I’m fine, just got my mind caught up in something.” She shot a covert glance at the corner, but her mystery man was gone.

  “Shit.” Did he know what had just happened? Hot splashes of colour painted her cheeks with embarrassment. “Really, M, I’m fine. Just…fine.” Without looking back, Livia stepped around M’s big body and almost ran up the stairs. “If he shows back up, keep an eye on him.”

  He hadn’t left. She knew that now that her panic and embarrassment had worn off. Livia would feel it somehow if he was no longer in her club. She raced the last few steps, eager to get her new plan in motion. A plan that included the hottie might-be cop currently surveying her club.

  Oh yeah, if she had to get her freak on, this man would be the one to push her over the edge.

  Chapter Three

  Ethan Newton shifted his weight, drained his beer, checked his watch and discovered only two and a half minutes had passed since his last glimpse. How much longer should he wait for Noah?

  From the desperate call this afternoon, Ethan knew his brother would be here, but the question was when? And why here?

  “Ethan, I need to see you,” had been the first words out of his little brother’s mouth when Ethan had answered the phone that afternoon.

  “Well,” he spared a quick glance at his watch, “I’ll be in the office for another few hours if you want to stop by.”

  “No, I won’t be back by then.” He could hear the nervous tone in Noah’s voice and found himself tensing. His brother didn’t make a habit of overreacting. If something upset Noah, then odds were it would irritate Ethan as well. “Damn it.”

  “Tell me now then.” Ethan hated secrets and having his brother act like some double O spy only increased his nerves.

  “Oh no, this is something that has to be done in person.” Noah took a deep breath and Ethan could easily picture the other man running a hand through his hair, growing agitated that his big brother wasn’t falling into his nicely laid plans. “Wait, you know that club on Congress?”

  Quickly, Ethan mentally drew up a map of the street. There were several clubs along the length of the historic avenue. “Which one?”

  “Club Botticelli.”

  That club had been opened for a year, and each time Ethan drove by at night, there were long lines around the block. “Yeah, I know it.” He didn’t know a lot about it, just that catered to the non-typical club goers.

  “Just meet me there at eleven. I should be back in the city by then.”

  “Noah, I’ve put in twelve hours already. I really don’t feel much like standing around watching women debate the amount of calories in air.”

  For the first time in their conversation, his little brother laughed. “Bro, I promise not one woman there will be worried about the caloric contents of the air.”

  If females didn’t talk about their weight, then they must have had their jaws wired shut—the only obvious explanation for a lack of weight whining.

  “Been there often, have you?” The place didn’t sound like Noah’s typical hangout.

  “Good drinks, great music and interesting females. What more could a man ask for?” his brother retorted.

  “An IQ higher than their waistline?” Really, it was great to date a beautiful woman unless you wanted a decent conversation. Then all bets were off and the date generally went downhill from there.

  Not that he thought all attractive women were stupid or that the reverse was true—that
all plain women were Mensa material—but he’d be content with a happy medium.

  “Just be there, Ethan. I really do need to talk to you.”

  “Fine, I’ll be there, but as soon as you reveal whatever this mystery is, I’m going to bed,” he announced so his brother wouldn’t be expecting him to hang out, closing the club down.

  So here he stood several hours later, beer in hand and no Noah in sight. Though Ethan had been surprised at the interior of the place.

  Club Botticelli had a reputation for great music, decent drinks and uh…curvy women. Everyone in the city knew about this place. Olivia Paisley, the club’s owner, had made sure word spread about the club’s preferred cliental. Ethan didn’t have a thing against women with some cushion, but to dedicate a whole nightclub to them?

  He’d scoffed at the idea, except when he looked around, the success surrounding him was nothing to laugh at. Women of various heights, weights and skin colours danced, drank, laughed and in general looked to be having a good time. As did all the men admiring and dancing with them.

  His mind zoomed to his last date. He’d taken Layla to dinner. She’d ordered a salad with no dressing, cheese or basically anything but the leaves of lettuce. She’d been so adamant with her order, he had almost expected her to demand diet water to wash the lettuce with.

  Ethan had felt guilty ordering his steak and potatoes with all the trimmings. Sipping designer water all evening while she played with her rabbit food, Layla’d talked about her diet, her work, her co-workers jealousy, and her mother’s issues with having a daughter more beautiful than herself. Nowhere in the evening had he found himself having fun. Not even close to the enjoyment level of the crowd around him.

  At the end of the night, Layla had invited him up so she could ‘burn up all those fat calories’ she’d gotten from eating dinner. Stomach churning at the thought of being used as his date’s personal sex-a-cycle, not to mention the fear that he’d break her in two if he started to fuck her hard, Ethan had quickly thrown out some excuse and left her building.

  Now he stood amongst men and women having fun, laughing, dancing and actually putting food in their mouth and swallowing. He knew why this place had become the city’s premier hot spot. People here were not only allowed to eat, but expected to enjoy it. What a novel idea in the age of cynicism, bony hips and fake body parts.

  The weight of another’s heated stare had his head swivelling. He’s hoped it was his brother, finally making his late appearance. Instead Ethan’s world slammed to a halt, his throat went drier than the Sahara, his heart raced fast enough to qualify for Indie, and every male cell in his body screamed ‘mine’.

  The woman who’d taken a starring role in all his night-time fantasies, and the daytime ones too. He’d even jerked off to her image before coming here.

  Seeing her in too many places in town had started to feel either creepy or destined. Tonight, he decided on destiny. His troubled cock throbbed in happy agreement.

  Black hair swung down her back like a perfect curtain over tight black leather pants. The purple corset lovingly gathered and cradled a lush set of breasts that had him swallowing several times. Ripe, plump, sweet, and Ethan couldn’t wait to get his lips, tongue and hands all over that exquisite body.

  Whatever Noah needed would have to wait. Something more important had just come up.

  “Are you playing or paying, Livie?” Bri asked, her light brown eyes twinkling with laughter.

  A moment’s hesitation caught Livia. What if this was a really bad idea? Yes, it had been more than a while since she’d felt the delicious sensation of a man hot and hard between her thighs, but really, a stranger? Couldn’t she do better than that?

  But what other stranger or acquaintance had ever captured her attention so completely without uttering a word? Merely a sizzling glance that left her hotter than most lovers’ foreplay.

  Mentally, she balanced her choices. On one hand, she had the creepy and plastic Mindy, and on the other, the hot male with brandy-coloured eyes. Just thinking of the way those eyes had stripped her made her thighs clench and her clit pulse. Not to mention the fantasy that had rocked her world not too long ago. If the man turned out to be halfway as good in person as he’d been in her dream, she might be forced to tie him to her bed.

  “Playing,” she declared as unfulfilled desire swamped her. “I’m playing.”

  Her announcement met with four various reactions. Bri looked proud. Recee stunned, Trinity shocked, and Emma confused.

  No surprise with the last reaction. Emma still believed in true love, love at first sight and all the other fairy tales fed to women from diapers on up. What she didn’t believe in was herself. And the rest of the Club B core was determined to change that attitude.

  The shortest of the group at a mere five-seven, Emma’s long red-gold hair hung in ringlets to her waist. With her plump lips, generous bust and heart-stopping hazel blue eyes, their youngest friend had the beauty to stop men in their tracks, but she lacked the confidence in herself to try.

  “Any particular man on the menu?” Trinity, their resident fashion genius, picked imaginary lint off her corset. The dark navy colour of the material matched her unusual eye colour and set off the soft sunshine blonde of her hair.

  “Hmm, someone I saw downstairs.” And everywhere else around town. Not to mention a really hot, wet daydream about less than thirty minutes ago. But no matter how close Livia was to her friends, some things didn’t need to be shared.

  And that was enough for her friends. Any man who came into the club knew the type of women drawn here. If her soon–to-be lover was turned off by full figures and lush curves, he never would have stepped foot in their club in the first place.

  “So, what are you waiting for? Go get him.” Briley waved one tanned hand in Livia’s direction. “You snooze, you lose. He might already be hooking up with some other hottie as we speak.”

  The thought brought an uncomfortable twist to her stomach which Livia strove to ignore. If his attention span couldn’t last more than twenty minutes, than really what did she need him for?

  Her clit pulsed in hard disagreement.

  “There’s always another one around the corner.” Recee spoke from her perch on the edge of the deep purple loveseat. Her hands sparkled fire as the rings on her fingers caught the subtle office light while the many bangles on her wrists let out of jingle with her movements.

  “Recee, do you ever get busted going through those metal detectors?” Livia couldn’t understand why her friend, a famous jewellery designer, needed to wear so much of her own work. Often times, her friend looked like a tree ornament, all glittering and gleaming.

  “Nah,” A rainbow of colours flashed the ceiling with her sweep of Recee’s hand. “They know my face by now. A few of them have even shopped at my website for the women in their lives”

  “Only you could go from being strip-searched to selling Christmas presents to your jailers,” Trinity complained.

  “Enough of Recee’s sounds of body music. It’s time to start the clock on Livia’s summer of luuuv.” Briley drawled the last word out, making the others, Livia included, laugh.

  “That’s right, girlfriend, get yourself cleaned up, condomed up and then cowboyed up. It’s your turn to ride.”

  While the rest of the group laughed at Trinity’s statement, Emma sank beside Livia on the couch.

  “Honey, you really don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to.” The other woman’s gaze met Livia’s with sympathy and understanding. “You shouldn’t be forced to have sex with some strange man you don’t know just to get out of a bet you agreed to when you were drunk.”

  “Aww, sweetie, I know.” Livia wanted to confide in her friend, but with the other three sex-addicted freaks in the room, she didn’t feel comfortable laying her feelings out in the open. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

  Emma gave a relieved smile. “Anytime is good for me, you know that.”

  “Anytime, but a
week before deadline,” Livia shot back, knowing how her friend.

  Emma wrote very hot romance novels and was one of the most generous souls Livia had ever encountered. Until she approached deadline, then all traces of the sweet-natured, laidback woman disappeared. In Emma’s place, a fiend from hell emerged, complete with cutting fangs, blood-drawing sarcasm, and sometimes, Livia was sure she’d seen horns sprout from the middle of Em’s head, looking absurd amongst the red-gold curls.

  Emma gave a self-conscious laugh. “Yeah, probably not a good time to drop by then, but any other time, day or night.”

  “Em, I’m okay, really. This guy is so hot I had to change my underwear before coming to the meeting.”

  Enormous hazel blue eyes widened at Livia’s confession. “Do you think he might be the one?”

  “The one?” It took a few seconds for her friend’s meaning to sink in. “Oh no, Emma, no way. You know I don’t do love.” Not after her experience with Scott.

  Emma’s warm hand covered hers and gave a gentle squeeze. “Honey, what that son of a bitch did had nothing to do with you. Just say the word and the Four Felons will take that bastard apart.”

  Every time a curse word spilled out of Emma’s delicate mouth it shocked them all.

  So Livia did the only thing she could. She hugged her friend and sent a quick prayer of thanks for being blessed with such amazing friends. They might be crazy, they might be wanted in several different states for crimes against nature, but they were hers, every tweaked strand of their DNA.

  “If I ever see Scott again, I’ll be sure to warn him about you.” Livia pulled back and reached for her bottle of water. “That man would never have strayed if he knew the extent of my friends’ psychoses.”