by Rye Hart
It was then that he took hold of his erection and guided it to my opening. Spreading myself wider, I took the tip of him inside of my dripping wet pussy. With one hard thrust, he plunged that glorious prick into me, making me cry out. He filled me up, stretched me open, and made me nearly scream out his name as he buried himself deep inside of me.
Our bodies were united, as one, and, still, he stared down at me. His eyes drank me in, as if he were trying to quench an insatiable thirst. As he admired my body, I let my hands move over that perfectly toned and sculpted body of his. Slowly, he started to rock back and forth, moving himself inside me. Oliver grabbed onto my hips and adjusted my position, plunging himself even deeper into me, making me spasm with pleasure so intense, it had my entire body tingling.
Oliver took my hands again and held them over my head, pinning them to the arm of the couch behind me. With an animalistic growl, he thrust himself inside of me, driving that beautiful cock deep into me. My legs spread wider, taking as much of him inside me as I could. His chest was pressed against mine, as were his lips. You couldn't see where Oliver ended and I began. We were as one, moving in unison, our bodies humming with ecstasy.
My body rose to meet his thrusts, wanting every inch of him inside of me. Oliver's breathing was fast and ragged, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he kept a steady, hard rhythm, pounding his cock into me.
A low growl rumbled through his entire body and I feared he was on the verge of coming, feared it would be all over before it even began. Oliver had other plans, though.
He pulled back, yanking my hands and pulling me upward with him as well. Oliver pulled me off the couch like I weighed nothing at all. I got to my feet and followed him because I wanted to finish what we'd started. Didn't want it to end until we were both satisfied. Oliver looked around the hotel room, a slight frown creasing his lips. He looked at the couch and gave a small shrug of his shoulders, as if he had settled some inner debate.
“Bend over,” he commanded. “I want to see your ass in the air.”
He pointed to the couch and I quickly did as he said, bending over the arm of the sofa so that my ass was, indeed, in the air. Just like he wanted. Just as he'd commanded. Oliver moved forward and I pressed myself backward, moving myself against his erection. I wiggled my ass as his cock slid against my bare flesh. Teasing him. Tempting him. Taunting him.
Instead of going straight for the prize though, he slipped down between the folds of my thighs and rubbed against me, his erection sliding against my clit, teasing it. Seemed as if he was going to give me as good as he was getting.
Bolts of electricity shooting through my veins, my head fell forward and I clenched my eyes shut. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me as I held onto the couch, my nails digging into the fabric so hard, I was half afraid I was going to leave long claw marks.
“Please, Oliver,” I begged through gritted teeth.
He grabbed my ass and I felt the head of his cock press against my warm, wet opening for only a second before he slid into place. I was dripping wet, which eased the way in for him, so he was sheathed comfortably amongst the warm folds of my flesh. I gripped the couch even harder, bracing myself for the spasms that rippled through my body.
Oliver didn't start out slow this time though. No, he pounded his cock into me, fucking me with brute, savage force. He pumped that stiff rod in and out of my tight little hole with precision and strength. He lifted my legs up off the floor, holding onto them, holding me in place and keeping me steady as he continued pounding himself into me with a power and force that was slightly painful but mixed with the incredible pleasure, making for a heady fucking feeling. My body quivered and tingled, and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm.
The sounds coming from him as he drove himself into me were so fucking sexy. I felt a warmth take over my insides, a tightness building low in my body. My body was flooded with that familiar feeling of the impending explosion as every muscle in my body tightened up.
I threw my head back and cried out, “Oliver, yes! Yes!”
He gripped my body hard and drove himself deeper inside of me, hitting just the right spot to send me over the edge.
I bit down on a pillow, trying to drown out the screams erupting from my throat as pure ecstasy washed over me. Oliver's animalistic groans grew louder and louder, as his thrusts went harder and deeper into me. He moved with a frantic desperation that only came right before he'd lose control. This time, I was ready for him.
I squeezed the muscles in my pussy tight around him, my body exploding with pleasure as he thrust into me one, last time. The noises that came from him were intoxicating. Our moans blended together as one, as we came together, spasming and shuddering until every last drop of his seed was spilling inside of me.
“That was amazing,” I muttered, speaking into the pillow. “Remind me again why it took me almost ten years to finally experience that?”
Oliver chuckled, a deep masculine sound, as he pulled his deflated dick out of me. He steadied my legs and helped me to stand up, pulling me into his arms. His arms encircled my waist and he held me to him, close and tight. The warmth of the moment washed over me and I felt safe. Secure. Treasured.
He kissed me on the forehead and looked down at me through eyes that were dazed and half asleep. I knew we were both exhausted and there was no way I wanted him to drive home in his current blissed-out condition. The last thing I wanted was for him to fall asleep at the wheel and drive into a ditch because he was so tired and relaxed. Taking his hand, I silently led him to my bed.
“You're staying here tonight,” I said.
“Oh, am I?” he raised an eyebrow. “And what if I say I'm not?”
With my hands on my hips, I shot him a withering look and said, “Don't start with me. Not tonight.”
~ooo000ooo~
“You know, you're the only person I've met more stubborn than me,” Oliver said as we curled up in the king-sized bed together, our bodies intertwined.
Oliver kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. In his gaze, I saw a sense of contentment and satisfaction I'd never seen from him before. I'd almost be willing to say that he looked – happy.
The room around us was eerily quiet, which I found a little unsettling. I usually slept with a TV or a fan on. I usually needed background noise to sleep but I wasn't sure how Oliver felt about such things. I figured I could go a night without white noise, especially since I'd be falling asleep to the sound of his breathing.
I turned my head and stared into those deep, blue eyes of his.
“I highly doubt I'm more stubborn than you,” I teased. “I can't get you to answer a few simple questions.”
“What do you want to know?” he asked.
“Like why you're so damned interested in protecting me, for starters,” I said. “And, also, while I'm at it, why you're so interested in finding out who did this to me.”
He shrugged and there was a darkness that descended over his eyes for a moment. I assumed he was just going to change the subject on me. Again. I was learning that Oliver was nothing if not a master at deflection and misdirection.
“Honestly, because I lost someone very important to me. Someone I couldn't save,” he said quietly. “My girlfriend, Lauren. She's been dead a year now.”
I sat up and stared at him, eyes wide with shock. “Jesus Christ, Oliver, I'm sorry,” I said. “I shouldn't have pried. Shouldn't have pushed you to—”
“It's okay. Honestly, it's about time I talked to someone about it,” he said. “Besides the guys at work, anyway. At least, now you know.”
The pain in his eyes was palpable, and I wanted to take that pain away more than anything I'd ever wanted in my entire life. Then a thought hit me – a memory, actually. I looked at him, a million thoughts firing through my head, but some of the puzzle pieces starting to fall into place.
“Lauren Hughes?” I asked.
Oliver hesitated but then nodded. “
Yes, that was her name,” he said. “Why do you ask? And how did you know her?”
“Because that name rings a bell,” I said. “I didn't know her. I just know her name for some reason.”
I closed my eyes and repeated the name to myself repeatedly until it hit me. And when it did, it felt like the proverbial ton of bricks. Lauren had been one of the people I'd been looking into. Suspected arson, possible homicide. The police never ruled it out, but they never said for sure.
I looked at Oliver's face and knew it was not the right time to talk about this. As a firefighter, and her boyfriend, it was all stuff he probably knew already. I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes.
“I probably read about her in the newspaper,” I said, which was not exactly a lie. “I'm so, so sorry for your loss, Ollie.”
Stroking his chest, I listened to the beating of his heart. We lay there, in silence, until my eyes grew too heavy to fight off sleep any longer. I drifted off, warm and cozy next to Oliver, reveling in the fact that I felt safer than I had in days – if not longer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Oliver
It probably went without saying that Madison had heard about Lauren. Probably came across her name while she was working on her show. Maybe she couldn't recall, but more than likely, her name was one listed in the notebooks she kept on her cases. Some of which had apparently gone missing.
I assumed that, given her injuries and the trauma she'd endured, her memory was still pretty sketchy about a lot of things. But, it seemed to be coming back in blips and blurbs. I didn't want to press the issue with her right then though. We were both exhausted and there didn't seem to be a point in rehashing it all tonight, at least. I figured it would be more productive if I tried to jog her memory tomorrow. After we'd both gotten some rest and were mentally all there again.
Her breathing grew steady and relaxed as I stroked her hair and she flirted with the edge of sleep. Years ago, I'd have loved nothing more than to fuck her like I just had. Now that I had, though, I found myself wondering if it had been a good idea. Yes, it had been a year since I'd lost Lauren, but my feelings were still all over the place. Even more alarming to me was the fact that as I lay there next to her, stroking her hair, and listening to her gentle breathing, I found myself falling for this woman all over again.
Which was the last thing I needed.
Her head grew heavier against my chest and her breathing became steadier as she drifted off to sleep. I was used to having some sort of white noise to help me sleep. Lacking my usual gadgets, I focused on her breathing to keep myself from heading into the abyss of darkness and despair that often came when I closed my eyes.
However, having her next to me, feeling her body pressed to mine, made it easier. Made it a lot easier, actually. I closed my eyes, feeling a profound sense of peace and almost immediately felt myself drifting off when a sound disrupted my restfulness. I couldn't place it, though, so I waited. My eyes snapped open and, looking around, I held my breath, waiting for the noise to repeat itself.
When I heard nothing else, I figured that I was being paranoid. Figured that it was a noise natural enough to a hotel and I just wasn't used to it. I usually didn't sleep well outside of my own home – for reasons just like that. Every noise became sinister, and danger lurked in every shadow. It was a stupid fear I'd had as a kid and one that followed me, to a lesser extent, to adulthood. I let out a breath and allowed myself to start to drift off again.
And then I heard it again.
I opened my eyes wide and looked around the room. Slowly, I started to get up, gently moving Madison's head onto the pillow next to me so I could sit up.
Her eyes still closed, her voice thick with sleep, she mumbled, “What's wrong?”
I pressed my fingers to her mouth to silence her, which made her eyes grow wide and an expression of alarm cross her face as she came fully awake. There was a look of fear in her eyes that couldn't be missed and her body began to tremble as she seemed instinctively to know the potential danger we were in.
The noise sounded once more, and we both heard it that time. It took me a minute to figure out what it was and then it hit me – the doorknob was rattling. Someone was trying to get into Madison's room. She clung to me, her body shaking, and terror etched onto her beautiful face. Thankfully though, she bit her bottom lip and remained quiet.
Madison looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared, and I knew I had to do something. Anything. It was my duty to protect her and I was going to goddamn do that. I was not about to let anybody hurt her. I took a deep, steadying breath as I sat there in the darkness, listening to the doorknob rattle.
I tried to calm myself, tried to clear my head. Maybe I was freaking out over nothing – a misunderstanding, perhaps. Maybe it was a drunk guest at the wrong room. That happened more often than you'd think. Or, it could be something more sinister. Something more dangerous.
I slipped from the bed quietly, Madison gripping my arm. I had to slide loose from her grip, which wasn't easy. She fought to keep her grip on me, begging with her large, scared eyes to stay with her. To not leave her. Someone had to see what was going on, though.
“I'm just going to check this out,” I whispered into her ear. “Go into the bathroom and lock the door behind you.”
“I'm scared,” she whispered back.
“It's probably just some drunk,” I said. “Doesn't realize it's the wrong room.”
“Could be somebody here to kill me.”
I turned toward the doorway as the sound of the knob clicking caught my attention. There was a loud ping and a click – it sounded like someone had broken the knob. My gaze flew toward the deadbolt at the top of the door and my eyes widened slightly when I saw it wasn't locked. Dammit. How could I have been so careless? How could I have let my guard down that much? With so much at stake?
Now wasn't the time for self-recriminations. I'd have time for that later. Right now, I had only a second to get to the door before it opened. If the person on the other side of the door happened to have a gun or some other sort of weapon, things were about to get hairy.
Not having a weapon handy, I leaned forward and pressed my weight against the door, trying to keep it closed long enough so I could flip the deadbolt before the intruder got through. Luck was not on my side, as the knob turned before I could engage the deadbolt. Leaning against the door, I felt the person outside tried to push it open.
Instead of it opening, however, he felt my weight against the other side of the door. He pushed harder, but I held my ground. The door opened a crack and I stared out at him, only seeing a pair of brown eyes peeking out at me from behind a scarf. His head was covered with a hoodie, so all I saw were his eyes – and he saw mine. The intruder's eyes widened with surprise, but then narrowed with anger a moment later. Clearly, I'd spoiled his plans for the evening.
“Not who you were expecting, huh?” I growled.
The man turned and took off down the hall. I grabbed my boxers and shouted to Madison, “Call 9-1-1. I'll be back. Lock the deadbolt on the door and—”
“No, stay here,” she said, emerging from the bathroom and grabbing onto me. “It's not safe. Don't leave me here alone, Oliver. Please, I'm begging you.”
“The cops won't get here in time,” I said. “I have to.”
I pulled away from her and rushed into the hallway, looking around and seeing nothing. I growled and ran to the bank of elevators and slapped the buttons, cursing when I saw that the car was on the first floor. We were on the twelfth. Fuck. No time.
The stairwell was nearby and I ran to the door, flinging it open as I rushed into it. When the crash of the door hitting the wall behind it echoed away into nothing, I was plunged into utter silence. No footsteps. Nothing. My guy was clearly not in the stairwell.
