by April Lust
Xander sped up again, going as fast as he possibly could, until the muscles of his fingers cramped up, but he powered through it, jerking her pussy up and down and licking at her clit until she screamed.
He latched his lips onto her clit and sucked as hard as possible, making her shrill even louder and higher, her legs shaking until she shoved his head away from her pussy, mere seconds before she slipped down the wall.
Xander laughed, using one hand to rub reassuringly at Olivia’s knees while using the other to wipe his mouth and chin. “You okay?”
Olivia just giggled in response, sounding like a giddy teenage girl.
It made Xander’s chest feel warm and full, like he’d just eaten a perfect meal. I guess I have, he thought, licking his lips to taste the remainder of Olivia’s juices. “You wanna keep going?” he asked, his fingers dancing along her kneecap.
Olivia was still gasping for air, but she nodded. After a few moments, she finally had the air enough to speak and said, “Just…give me a minute.”
Xander leaned over her and kissed her hairline, tasting her sweet sweat. “Mm-hmm,” he answered, when really he wanted to shove into her, still completely hard in between his legs.
“I just—I just…” she trailed off, her tongue coming out to lick at her lips. “Need a second. But I. I need more.”
“I’ll give you more, baby,” Xander said, threading his fingers through her sweaty hair. “That’s what you’re here for, right? I’m not gonna deny you good fucking.”
Olivia’s smile faded from her face, slow, like ice melting. It took her a few moments before she spoke, and all the while Xander was stiff with anticipation, afraid of what he’d said wrong. “That’s not—That’s not all I’m here for.”
“What—the fucking?” Xander supplied. What was tact? Not something Xander needed.
“Yeah,” Olivia whispered, her throat still clearly blown out by all the screaming from a minute before. “I’m—yeah.”
Xander felt fear clutch at his throat, and he swallowed thickly, trying to summon up the courage to say something, anything, to break the tension. But he couldn’t come up with anything. Instead he just grabbed her foot and started rubbing at the ankle. He didn’t know what he was trying to communicate to her, but it seemed to work, because she sighed deeply and heavily, pushing out a ton of air. For a long moment they just stared at each other, Xander rubbing Olivia’s ankle in slow comforting circles.
“I just. I want to see you do well. That’s all I mean,” she finally whispered.
A thousand retorts suddenly popped up in Xander’s head. Do well at what? Hurting people? Saving them? Running away? Staying put? Doing what he was supposed to be doing? Following the path that was carved out for him thirty years ago? What did ‘doing well’ even mean? But he swallowed them back. All those angry questions were for another time, another day, not when Olivia was so beautiful, panting and sweating beneath him. Inwardly, he still scolded himself: apparently all she had to do was pull psychobabble shit on him during sex, and he would swallow it like holy water. But that was a concern for another day. “Do you want me?” Xander whispered, gripping her foot in his hand.
Olivia squealed a little under her breath, apparently ticklish on the soles of her feet. “Yes,” she whispered, crawling on her hands and knees until she could climb up into his lap and wrap her arms and legs around him. “So much. I want you. Please.”
Xander clutched at Olivia’s naked body, running his hands up and down her chest and back. “So fucking hot,” he grunted to himself, bringing her closer.
Her pussy, still wet from his mouth, lined up with his cock. Olivia moaned a little and pushed against him. At this point, Xander was feeling pretty fucking impatient. He grabbed onto the back of Olivia’s ass and moved her in the right spot, lining her up just right so the tip of his dick sunk inside her.
He held her there, just barely inside of her, and her arms started shaking around him. Olivia whined breathlessly into his ear.
“You want it, baby?” Xander whispered, running his hand up and down her back.
Olivia nodded, pressing her chin onto his shoulder and kissing his neck. “Yes.”
“Yeah?” Xander asked, shoving her hips down an inch so his dick sunk in deeper before immediately pulling her back up. “Let me know when you’re fucking dying for it.”
“Oh, come on,” Olivia whined, fisting her fingers into his hair again. “I need it. Please.”
“Why don’t you beg for it?” Xander said, a wide grin spreading over his face. It almost hurt, using his face muscles that way. He hadn’t done it in so long.
Olivia huffed at first, biting down on Xander’s neck in retaliation. But after another silent minute where they just trembled together, sweating, she started to whine under her breath, right into Xander’s ear. “I—please,” she moaned, moving her pussy over his cock in torturously slow circles. “I need it. Please, please, I’m gonna—I gotta have it. Please give me your cock.”
Xander licked at Olivia’s neck and shoulders, barely teasing the skin with his teeth and making her sigh deeply and fully, like all the air was being drawn out of her body by force. He rubbed a calming hand over her back, but then he bit down hard on her collarbone and growled into her ear, “How bad do you want it? Tell me.”
Olivia moaned, arching up into his mouth. “So bad. So fucking bad. I need it so bad, baby, please, please, please!”
He smiled again, softer this time, satisfied with that answer. Xander placed his hands firmly on her hips and pushed down, sinking her onto his cock until he was in all the way to the hilt. He grunted as she shifted in place, moving around until they found the right angle. Xander groaned at the tightness of her, her pussy wrapping around him so sweetly yet so firmly, just like last time. He could feel himself getting addicted to this, the warm embrace of her body. Olivia was breathing heavily, like her lungs weren’t working properly, so he raked his nails down her back, trying to get her to relax, but it wasn’t working. Her muscles were still completely tense, wound up like a tight wire. Xander growled a little under his breath in frustration. He wanted Olivia to completely relax, to completely give in to him. I want her to trust me, some part of his brain whispered, but he ignored it. He wanted her to lose control.
Xander tightened his grip on her hips and lifted her up, slowly standing up until she got the hint to wrap her legs around his waist. He fell out of her in the process, but that would be corrected soon enough.
“Are you—?” Olivia stuttered uncertainly.
“Yes,” Xander answered. “I am.” He walked them both over to the wall, shoving Olivia’s back onto it hard just as he thrust inside of her again.
Olivia cried out loudly and dug her nails into his back, scratching her way from his shoulders to just above his ass. Xander stayed still for a moment, pinning her to the wall with his cock. “Is that what you wanted?” he whispered. Sweat was starting to drip down his neck from the effort of holding her up, but there was no way he was letting go.
Olivia slowly started jerking her hips back and forth, but their bodies were so close her pussy could only pull a few centimeters off his cock at a time. “I’m so—”
“Full?” Xander supplied, pulling out all the way before shoving in again, making her moan and clutch onto him more tightly.
“Yes, god, y-yes,” she whispered breathlessly.
Her face was so red, Xander was a little afraid she was going to pass out, but he kept at it, taking his cock all the way out and pushing it back in all at once, over and over again, feeling her get wetter and wetter on his dick. After a minute of this, Olivia started slipping down the wall, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him tighter, and Xander took a firmer grip on her ass, making her hiss through her teeth in pleasure.
“You want it faster?” Xander whispered.
“Yes,” Olivia whined, leaning forward to bite Xander’s shoulder. “I want it. Give it to me. Please.”
Xander used his free hand to grab
Olivia by the chin. “Ask nicely,” he said in a faux-scolding tone.
Olivia laughed but put on a pouting face immediately afterwards. “Please, baby, please. Fuck me faster. I need it, so bad.”
Xander’s hand drifted down to her neck, squeezing it lightly as he leaned in to kiss her, dipping his tongue into her mouth to taste her. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispered against her lips, pushing his hips faster and faster into hers.
Their skin slapped together, filling the room with the sound. Xander started panting like a dog; the exertion of holding Olivia up and fucking into her was getting too much to take, but he wasn’t going to give up. He spread his legs apart wider, giving himself better traction to bounce against her. His muscles strained to keep them upright, but it was worth it. He was getting deeper and deeper inside of her. “I’ve never—I’ve never been in someone so fucking tight,” he grunted out, moving his hand from her neck to the wall behind her head for balance.
“Thank you,” Olivia moaned in response. Her head knocked back on the wall loudly, but if it hurt, it didn’t show on her face. “You’re so fucking big. So huge. I feel…I feel so fucking full. Never felt this full before,” she whispered.
Her mouth had fallen open, lips so temptingly red and full that Xander had to lean in and kiss her again despite the aches in his own body.
They stayed attached like that, fused at the mouth while their hips vibrated at the same frequency, pushing and pulling apart. After a few minutes, her pussy tightened around him, pulsing slowly, then faster as her moans grew louder. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“Again, baby? You gonna come again for me?” Xander grunted out, biting at her lips. He brought his hand down to her pussy, playing with her clit until she was practically shrieking.
“Please, please, I can’t take it, I can’t—” she whined, smacking the wall behind her.
“Yes, you can. I know you can. You wild woman,” Xander whispered, shoving into her faster and faster while his hand moved quickly over her clit, pushing it up and down.
Olivia cried out, her head falling forward on Xander’s shoulder and teeth coming out to bite at his skin as she shook in his arms. “I—oh!” Her pussy exploded around him, pulsing like crazy while her body went completely limp, drained of energy as it all pooled in between her legs.
Xander growled and pushed forward, beginning to pound her against the wall mercilessly. “Bad little girl,” he grunted out, shoving his hips forward faster than they’d ever gone before in his life. He was so desperate to come, to feel like she was feeling, completely wrapped up in the other’s body. Xander was building up higher and higher, feeling weightless. He wanted to be swallowed up. He wanted her pussy to take him in and never let him go.
That was the thought that did it, triggering a rush of sensation to the tip of his dick that had him burying himself in as deep as he could go and holding still while come spurted out of his cock like an erupting volcano. “Goddammit, fuck, fuck, fuck me!” he cried out, his eyes screwing shut, letting the sweet warm sensation of peace wash over him. It just wouldn’t stop, his hips involuntarily jerking forward with the momentum of his orgasm.
Eventually, his hips came to a standstill, but his hands and feet were trembling, and he had to slowly lower them both to the floor, keeping Olivia secure in his lap.
They both fell to the side, cradling each other’s bodies. They were a sweaty, disgusting mess, a pile of worn-out limbs that panted for air, inhaling and exhaling deeply like one conjoined creature.
“That was— That was…” Olivia trailed off, flopping one limp hand onto his stomach and rubbing in uncoordinated circles. “Fuckin’ amazing.”
Xander laughed breathlessly and leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. Immediately afterwards, he felt his stomach drop in terror, wondering where the fuck that came from. We’re fucking. Just fucking. Save that corny shit for her boyfriend or whoever else she’s doing it with, he thought to himself. But he still couldn’t stop his hand from reaching out and brushing the wet hair out of her eyes so he could get a better look. “Well, thank you,” he finally said in a weak voice, his throat totally worn-out from the screaming he must have done during his orgasm.
“You’re welcome,” Olivia said with a smile, but within a few seconds it slipped off her face and was replaced with a frown. She looked worried, like something terrible was about to happen.
Xander rubbed the side of her cheek, again, without thinking. He’d have to schedule a time to freak out about that later. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing, nothing,” Olivia said, responding too quickly to be anything other than a lie. “It’s just…No, it’s nothing.”
“Come on, what is it?” Xander prompted, still keeping his hand on the side of her face. He could feel the pulsing of her heart through her skin.
“It’s just—I’m not giving up, you know,” Olivia whispered as she ran a hand over his wrist. “I just want you to know that.”
Xander pretended not to hear, but he still wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her closer. Somewhere, some little part of him whispered, I don’t want you to give up. Please don’t give up on me. Please.
Chapter 5
Okay, last night was just a fluke, Xander swore to himself as he woke up the next morning, rubbing his shoulders. They were still sore from sleeping on the wooden ground of the loft apartment. Olivia must have snuck out before dawn. She probably had something better to do elsewhere, helping somebody who actually wanted it. I don’t want her here except to fuck, Xander said to himself. I don’t. I don’t. I really don’t.
He figured if he repeated it enough times it’d become true.
Xander rushed his way through an ice-cold shower, trying to shake off the fog from the previous night. He felt sluggish and clogged-up, and everything felt like a struggle, even shampooing his hair. This was the way things had been since Marta…left.
He quickly toweled off and pushed his body into some clothes before heading downstairs. He needed to eat, badly. His stomach felt like it was clawing itself apart from the inside. There was a little noise from the bar below, some low voices chattering and muffled music, but when he got to the bottom of the stairs there was a loud cackling sound. Xander rounded the corner to see Olivia sitting on the nearest bar stool, a glass of some dark liquid in her hand. Eric, one of the younger recruits to the club, was on the other side of the bar with a wet dishrag.
“Xander, you didn’t tell me this chick was hilarious,” Eric said, causing Olivia to swivel in her seat to face him, a small smile on her face.
“What are you doing here?” Xander said. His voice came out rougher than he’d intended, but he decided to just go with it. Act tough. That’s what big bad bikers are supposed to do, right?
Olivia shrugged and waited for him to approach her more closely before answering. “Just doin’ my job,” she said, her face still alight with laughter. She looked beautiful, all aglow like that, like she did right after they finished fucking.
Xander leaned in closer to her, close enough to smell the beer on her lips. “Listen, don’t you have other jobs to go do?” he whispered to her as softly as possible. He didn’t want the other boys to figure out she was a parole officer. Not only would it make them act unfriendly, at best, toward her, but it would hurt his reputation for the other guys to know he had been willingly carting around somebody who was essentially a watered-down cop. He’d never hear the end of it. It was better if the guys thought she was just a persistent hook-up who wouldn’t stop bothering him.
Olivia just smiled and shook her head. “I cleared out my week. I’m all yours, bub.”
Xander sighed loudly. “Didn’t you get enough information from yesterday?
Olivia shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. I need to see more than one sample to be sure. You might have done a good job hiding stuff from me yesterday. The more I see, the more I can help you.”
Xander had to forcibly keep himself from growling, his
teeth were clenched so tight just listening to her. “When will you get this? I really, really don’t need the help. I’m fine, okay? You saw that yesterday, right? Everything’s going fine. There were no disasters, nothing went wrong. What the fuck is it going to take for you to see that there’s nothing you can do here?”
Again, Olivia looked unbothered, taking a long sip of her morning beer. Xander wondered if she had ever been a day drinker before coming here. “Nothing. There’s nothing you can do. I have a job to do, and you’re not going to talk me out of doing it. Besides, if you’re really convinced I’m just wasting my time, that’s my problem. Let me waste my time, then. I’ll figure it out soon enough if you’re a hopeless case.”
Xander felt his frustration grow and grow and grow. If he weren’t careful he was going to yell at her in front of everybody in the bar and get yet another long, pointless lecture from Jerry about his ‘ridiculous behavior.’ “The problem is that you’re getting in my fucking way. I have shit to do and I can’t be babysitting you day and night.”
