by Lulu Pratt
I slip my middle finger between her folds and nudge her needy clit.
Olivia whimpers, breaking the kiss as her head lolls back against the door.
Loving her body’s reaction to me, I graze her swollen nub again before plunging my index and middle fingers inside of her tight opening.
The way she clamps down around my two fingers drives me wild, and I drop my head to plant kisses against her neck.
“I need you,” she whines, hips undulating to speed up her release.
Right there in front of my house, I finger fuck her fast and hard, loving the way she shudders and drenches my fingers as she comes.
Her face is a sight for sore eyes as she rides out the waves of pleasure assailing her.
Anyone reviewing the security cameras tomorrow is in for a treat.
“Oh, my God,” Olivia pants, eyes still closed as she regains her senses.
I want nothing more than to go inside and finish the job but duty calls and a part of me knows I could never fuck her on the first night.
Kissing her forehead, I fix her dress and open the door for her before turning back to my car.
“Good night,” I call over my shoulder, not trusting myself to linger any longer.
It’s going to be a long night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OLIVIA KING
Spill!
Eyeing the text from Winnie, my mouth drops open when I see the pics she’s attached to the message.
The first is a candid of Sebastian and me at dinner last night, with me blushing and smiling like a schoolgirl while he explained something.
The next is a photo of us leaving the club in a hurry last night. I wasn’t aware of any cameras flashing but mix together the strobe light from the club and my tipsiness and there’s no telling what I missed.
Crossing my legs in front of me, I set down my mug of tea and give the phone my full attention.
I had no idea people were taking photos.
Her response time is legendary. My phone buzzes in an instant.
Forget the damn pics, tell me you slept with him! He’s HOT HOT HOT
To drive her point home, she includes a series of fire emojis which makes me laugh out loud.
“You seem rejuvenated and happy this morning,” a low voice states behind me.
Turning to the voice, I glimpse Sebastian standing near the patio door that I left open before coming to watch the early morning waves ebb and flow against the shoreline.
He’s leaning against the door lazily, his hands tucked in the pockets of his shorts and sunglasses covering his eyes.
He’s the one who looks rejuvenated.
I’d waken up with a slight headache and memories from last night’s encounter that made me blush a deep scarlet in the bathroom mirror.
I was certainly in rare form last night.
“Good morning,” I offer with a shy smile before turning back to the view in front of me.
A low chuckle gets louder as he approaches my spot on the lounge chair.
Sitting at my feet, Sebastian removes his glasses and blesses me with a sinful view of those eyes in the morning sunlight.
“Tell me you’re not getting shy on me, Liv.”
As if it’s second nature, he pulls my bare feet into his lap and absentmindedly begins rubbing the soles as he peers at me, awaiting my response.
“How are you? Is everything okay at work?” I ask, proving his point completely.
My feet tingle under his skillful touch and the feeling radiates up my legs until I feel like I’m floating.
His eyebrows meet in the center of his forehead as he thinks about my question.
“The situation has been resolved, thankfully.”
“That’s good,” comes my weak response.
“I didn’t get much sleep but it’s handled,” he shares, watching the waves.
He looks great for a man who barely slept. But then I figure his body must be used to the long hours.
Then my mind ventures to what else his body must be used to.
“What are you up to today, Olivia?” Sebastian’s voice breaks through my naughty thoughts and makes me blush.
He’s watching me intently from the foot of my lounger and I melt under his gaze. It’s hotter than the sun.
I’m reminded of Winnie’s text and a secret smile quirks my lips.
“I don’t know. I thought about just spending a lazy day on the beach,” I say, indicating the bottle of tanning lotion on the table next to me.
“Really? Would you like some company?”
His hands have moved to my legs, skillfully massaging my calves as he stares out at the ocean.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world — to be sitting here with him with one of the most beautiful beaches on earth as the backdrop.
“You can stay,” I finally say. “But only if you help me put this on.”
Holding up the bottle of tanning lotion, I wiggle my eyebrows and wait for his response.
A devilish grin breaks out over his face and he snatches the bottle from my outstretched hand.
Next, he grasps my ankles and skillfully pulls me to the edge of the chair. Now we’re side by side and the proximity allows to me to enjoy his unique scent while he squirts a generous amount of the lotion in his hands.
I’m not sure what’s gotten into me but when I woke up this morning, I decided that I was going to enjoy every minute of this trip.
Even if it means having a one-night stand with my former classmate.
I’m usually not the impulsive, reckless type but something about Sebastian is addicting and I don’t think I want to ignore it.
After my shower last night, I’d still gone to bed throbbing and dripping for him.
If he didn’t have a work emergency, there’s no doubt in my mind that the night would have ended with him buried deep between my sprawled legs. I’d come so hard with just two fingers knuckle deep in my sopping opening.
I can only imagine what the rest of him feels like. If the erection I’d been grinding on all night was any indication…
The lusty thought is a delicious one and I lick my lips involuntarily.
Sebastian’s eyes follow the action and I notice his eyes darken to match the deep color of the sea.
“What are you thinking about, Olivia?”
I could listen to him say my name a thousand times and never grow bored.
“Last night,” I answer truthfully.
His hands still on my thighs, but only for a moment.
“Is that right?”
Sebastian’s voice is deep and sexy. My panties would be drenched if I were wearing any.
“Yes,” I say breathily.
“What was your favorite part?” he asks, teasing me.
The mischievous smirk on his lips matches the twinkle in his eyes.
I turn my gaze upward and pretend to ponder his question.
“Oh, let me see.” My hand reaches up to tap my chin. “I think it was the goodnight kiss.”
When I meet his eyes, I’m shocked to see that they’re even darker than before.
“Get on your stomach,” he commands roughly.
Lost for a moment, I just stare at him until he holds up the bottle.
“I need to get your back, Liv.”
“R-Right,” I stammer, moving to obey his demand.
On my stomach, I want to moan as he works the lotion into my skin. This is feeling more like a massage than anything else and I’m not complaining one bit.
Sebastian reaches my lower back and pauses over my ass. I imagine he’s taking in the barely there daisy dukes that I threw on this morning.
“Nice shorts,” he teases, confirming my suspicions.
“Thanks,” I groan against the chair. My body feels like jelly and I’m not sure I ever want to move from this spot.
He resumes his actions but stops again when he discovers that I’m wearing nothing under the short denims. He swears savagely as his hot palm falls betwe
en my thighs.
“Fucking Christ, you’re not going to make this easy on me are you?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, playing it coy.
My throbbing pussy wants nothing more than to get reacquainted with his thick fingers, but he has other plans.
Abruptly, he stands and I immediately mourn the absence of his touch.
“Come on, let’s go swimming.”
When I come to my senses and sit up, I see that he’s already left the patio and is pulling his shirt over his head.
Dropping it in his wake, he turns back to me and winks.
“Let’s go, slow poke.”
Fucking tease.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SEBASTIAN DOWNS
Once Olivia puts on her swimsuit, we end up spending most of the day in the water, until the waves grow turbulent under the threat of an impending storm.
The sky darkens to a gray color and the wind picks up considerably.
Familiar with the spontaneous summer storms on the island, I dismiss the house staff early so that they can make it home before the downpour.
No sooner than they leave, the sky cracks open and the rain begins to pound against the roof.
After taking showers in two different wings of the house, Olivia and I meet in the kitchen and throw together a simple dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread.
Olivia tears into it with gusto as if it’s a gourmet meal and I discover that watching her eat is fast becoming one of my new favorite things.
She’s licking sauce from her fingertips at this very moment and my cock twitches enviously.
“That was delicious,” she sighs contentedly, pushing her empty plate away from her.
“Are you sure you don’t want any more? I’m sure we could scrape some from the bottom of the pot,” I tease.
Her face is radiant when she laughs and I immediately fall in love with the sound.
“Don’t make fun, I skipped breakfast and I really worked up an appetite with all that swimming!”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” I get up to clear the dishes and bend down to steal a kiss.
I have the desire to be in constant contact with her and it’s unsettling considering it’s been less than forty-eight hours since our reunion.
Olivia eagerly reciprocates my kiss, angling her head so that I have full access to her luscious mouth.
Haphazardly, I place the plates back on the table and use my newly liberated hands to pull her up from her chair.
“Sebastian,” she sighs against my lips.
“Olivia,” I volley back without hesitation.
“Please don’t leave me like you did last night. I don’t think I could take it,” she whimpers between kisses.
Holy shit, Olivia King is begging me.
The realization causes my head to swell. My cock follows suit, throbbing and pushing against the crotch of my shorts.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, easily lifting her off the ground.
***
In the bedroom, I lay her on the massive bed and stare down at her as my chest heaves erratically.
“I want to fuck you into next week.” My words come out as a growl as I run my palm up and down her smooth leg.
“Yes, please.” Olivia nods fitfully, letting me know that she means every word.
I’m not sure I can get any harder.
She’s back in those sexy shorts from earlier and as much as I’m enjoying the view, I can’t wait to get her out of them.
Grabbing her ankles, I pull her to the edge of the bed and almost lose it when I see just how dark her barely opened eyes are.
I make quick work of the button on the shorts and pull them down her legs, baring the glistening flesh between her legs completely.
Eagerly, Olivia sits up to remove her halter top.
Amazed, I stare at her small, round tits and the slope of her abdomen before landing on the juncture between her curvy legs.
God damn it. I’m going to come in my pants if I don’t have her soon.
“Your turn,” her sensual voice calls as she gazes at me with fire in her eyes.
Yanking my shirt over my head, I toss it across the room carelessly and then begin working at the buckle on my belt.
The jingling sound is the only thing audible aside from the constant cadence of the falling rain.
When the buckle is loosened, I pushed down my shorts and boxers in one hurried movement.
My cock hits my stomach, leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. Olivia’s eyes are transfixed, making me more desperate to be inside of her.
“You’re huge,” she comments in a faraway voice and I’m not even sure she meant to say it aloud.
Licking her lips, she finally meets my eyes and the gleam in her jade orbs brings me to my knees.
Literally.
I want to taste her before we go any further.
Situated in front of her, I place a hand on her pelvis and force her to recline against the plush mattress. With one hand on each knee, I spread her legs apart to feast on the beautiful pussy before me.
Last night had been the worst torture. I’d been able to touch her, but I couldn’t see anything or taste her thoroughly. But I plan to make up for that tonight.
I lower my head until my lips are practically grazing her slick folds.
“Pretty pussy,” I whisper lowly, only to be rewarded with a groan as she gyrates her hips trying to close the distance between my mouth and her body.
“Please, Sebastian.”
“Please what?”
It feeds my ego when she begs and I don’t plan on depriving myself of the pleasure any time soon.
“I want your mouth on me. Please.”
The desperation in her tone matches my own and I can’t resist anymore.
Urgently, I bury my head between her legs, my tongue licking greedily and separating her damp folds.
Her back arches off the bed at the contact, a guttural cry ripped from her throat.
My spine tingles at the sound, relishing in the fact that I’m responsible for tearing such a raw reaction out of her.
I continue feasting on her, smearing her juices over my nose and chin as I enjoy every decadent inch of her beautiful, drenched pussy.
It’s like she was created just for me.
“Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whines, lifting off the bed again.
Underneath my hold, Olivia writhes and tries to close her thighs against the sensations rippling through her but she’s no match for my powerful grip. My hands have her spread eagle and vulnerable to my tongue’s brutal attack.
As my tongue continues to probe her tight hole and massage her clit, her movements become less frequent before she stiffens completely and screams my name wildly, bucking against me as she comes hard against my mouth.
A current of juices flow from her opening, coating my insatiable tongue.
Looking up at her as I continue to circle her sensitive clit, I witness the most beautiful fucking expression transform her face as she rides out every intense wave.
Olivia’s breaths are short and shallow as her body surrenders to the intense pleasure. Even though she’s clearly spent, I want to do it all over again.
I’ve never needed to please a woman more in my life.
If I’m not careful, Olivia will become my drug, making it impossible for me to focus on anything until I’ve had my fix.
“I need you to come again for me, baby,” I grumble against her leaking sex, the scent of her arousal hypnotizing me.
This time she reaches down to move my mouth slightly off center.
I kiss her thigh, loathe to break contact for even a second.
“I can’t wait,” she moans, her eyes at half-mast. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
Her quiet command is all it takes for me to rise to my feet and grant her every wish.
CHAPTER NINE
OLIVIA KING
Standing at the side of the bed, Sebastian star
es down at me with his eyes heavily hooded and his chin glistening with my juices.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and I start gushing even more under his focused gaze.
Leaning over me, his hand cups my throbbing mound before he inserts two thick fingers, stretching me deliciously.
My head is in the clouds from the sensations and my eyes slide closed as I move my hips to fuck his fingers.
“Open your eyes,” Sebastian demands, his fingers going still inside of me.
I whimper and try to resume the wonderful rhythm but his other hand grips my hip forcefully making further movement impossible.
“Open your eyes, Olivia.” This time his voice is harsher and I don’t think twice about obeying him.
When our eyes meet, he smirks at me and begins pumping his fingers inside of my tight walls again.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I have to get you ready for me,” he tells me hoarsely.
A blissful sigh escapes me as my hands trail up my body to cup my breasts. Moaning, I pinch my sensitive nipples and watch his blue eyes darken even more than I thought possible.
“You’re sexy. You know that?”
Another moan is all I manage. The sensations ripping through me are too much.
Tantalizing tingles are running up and down my arched spine as I get closer to yet another orgasm.
The scent of my arousal is in the air and my body is scorching under his masterful touch. Even though my eyes are open, my vision is blurred by pleasure. I feel so full as his fingers twist and turn, hitting the exact right spot over and over again.
“Yes, right there.” I don’t recognize my own voice as I pant for him to keep pleasing me. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, please don’t stop.”
Sebastian’s fingers are slipping in and out of me with ease now, my pussy coating his fingers with waves of wetness.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” Sebastian groans before his fingers leave me altogether.
I don’t have time to grieve the loss before the thick head of his cock is nudging at my opening.
But he doesn’t push inside just yet.
He moves me so that I’m resting against the pillows.
Sebastian hovers over me, supporting his weight on strong arms.
