by Zoe Norman
I smile at him and start to walk backward up the sidewalk. “Goodbye, Owen.”
“I'll see you tonight,” he says, winking at me as I keep walking. “Now, turn around so I can watch your ass walk away in those yoga pants. Jesus, woman, you're killing me.” I throw my head back and laugh as I turn, exaggerating a sashay in my hips. I hear him groan loudly. “Wear something fuckable tonight, Olivia. I enjoy looking at you.”
I cover my face, mortified that he has yelled that up the very crowded sidewalk. I hear a couple hoots and hollers from some passersby and, shaking my head, start to jog back to my hotel, thinking about how anxious I am to get back to my room and call Charley.
* * *
I get back from the poster session and plop my briefcase full of pamphlets and papers onto the bed. Wow, that was a great session. There is such wonderful work being done out there. My earlier apathy about this conference has been eradicated and I have a sudden motivation to be involved. Huh. Weird.
I pick up my cell phone and dial Charley. I tried calling her when I got back from Starbucks this morning, but she was still entertaining the AAA guy from last night. I laugh at the memory.
“Liv! He's still here! He's naked! I'm naked! Gah!”
I grab my cell phone, dialing her number. She answers on the first ring.
“Helloooo, Livvy! What's up, girly!”
I laugh. “Hello, Charley. AAA guy gone now?”
She makes a swoony sigh, “Oh, Liv, Liv, Liv. He was amaze-balls. Hung like a fucking moose, I tell ya!” She starts to laugh. “We had the most unbelievable time. I may never hear from him again, but that's a scrapbooker, I tell ya.”
Scrapbooker? I won't ask.
“But wait, young lady,” she scolds impatiently. “I still need to hear about what happened last night.”
I smile to myself. I forgot that I haven't filled her in yet. “Last night was pretty fantastic. He is amazing in bed. Oh, and did I mention enormous? Like mind-boggling, holy-shit-how-will-that-fit enormous.”
Charley gives a shriek. “Jesus, Liv. You hit the hottie jackpot!”
I give a smile. Yeah, I think I did, I think to myself. “Well I certainly hit the penis jackpot,” I laugh. “Anyway, we had breakfast this morning and he asked if we wanted to go with him and his friend Travis—he's the bachelor—and a few other friends to the...um...What was it called? Room Seventy-something?”
“Room 73?” she confirms. “That's a great bar! I've been there a few times. Lots of dancing and good music. That sounds like fun actually! Are his friends hot?” she asks with obvious hope in her voice.
“Well, if they're the same ones he was with last night, you ought to be pleasantly surprised, my friend.”
We both give a laugh and finish up our conversation. She tells me that she's going to bring me an outfit for tonight since I haven't brought anything really club worthy and we come up with a time to meet. We hang up, and as if on cue, my phone buzzes. It's Owen.
We'll be at the club at 10:00.
I hope I'll see you there.
I respond with a smile.
I talked to Charley. We'll be there.
I'll be the girl in the fuckable dress. ;)
I throw my phone down on the bed, not waiting for his answer, and go to take a shower.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Olivia
Charley and I step into the club. It's dark but lit just enough so you can see the plush surroundings. In the center is a beautiful bar. People are packed like sardines around it. On one side is an enormous dance floor. Clusters of seating arrangements—velvet couches in dark corners, loveseats around tables meant to be shared by friends—are on the other side. I feel anxious knowing that Owen will be here. His obvious interest in me this morning, and the promise of something else tonight, makes me slightly giddy but cautious.
I move unsteadily toward the bar with Charley confidently leading the way. I am wearing a short pleated-leather skirt that barely hits mid-thigh and a fitted black lace bustier. I'm also wearing sky-high heels, which are making maneuvering around the club difficult, but I'm managing okay. The outfit definitely qualifies as “fuckable.” This is really not my usual attire, but Charley brought the outfit for me when she found out that Owen would be here and forced me to wear it. Charley thinks Owen and I are perfect for each other. A bit of a stretch for someone who hasn't met him, but I'm having a hard time getting her to believe that.
Luckily, we find two barstools together and sit. I order a cosmopolitan and she orders herself a martini. As the bartender hands me my drink, I look up. There, at the polar opposite side of the bar, is Owen. He hasn't noticed me yet. He looks…wow. He's dressed in black jeans and a white button-down shirt, buttons undone at the neck and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His hair has clearly been brushed but is still a little wild, and my fingers itch to run through it. He is laughing with his friends, carefree. He turns toward me and catches me watching him. We sit staring across the bar, and despite the distance, I feel that pull deep in my belly. It's like someone sucked the air out of my lungs. I squeeze my thighs together unconsciously.
Charley clears her throat. “Ahem! Earth to Olivia!”
I turn to her. “Oh God, I'm so sorry, Charley. Did you say something?”
She shakes her head, laughing, “I said, go over there and get him, Liv. Don't wait for him to make a move. Own it.”
I look back up at him. He's still staring at me. I put my head down self-consciously. “I'm going to make an ass out of myself. I'm going to trip in these shoes and land on my face.”
She laughs and shakes her head again. “You are so adorably clueless. You look amazing. You totally own that outfit with your hot little body.” She nods toward his end of the bar. “Not to mention the fact that he's eye-fucking you from across the bar.”
“I also came here with you. I don't want to leave you here sitting by yourself. I came out to spend time with you.”
She grabs my hand. “Olivia, go over there. I'll be fine here.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods emphatically. “Yes I'm sure. He makes you happy. I want you to be happy. Go get your guy.”
I squeeze her hand and nod. “Okay. Wish me luck.”
I stand, adjusting my skirt, and start to walk over to his side of the bar. As I round the corner and come fully into his view, he straightens. He is assessing me. His eyes graze from my head to my toes and back again, lingering at the spot on my thigh where my skirt hits. I can't help but smile and blush. When I get about two feet away, I stop and look up at him.
He steps out from behind his friend's barstool and comes over to me, a smirk at his lips. He slides his hands around my waist, slowly pulling me into him. As he squeezes me, he buries his head in my hair and says, “You look un-fucking-believable tonight.”
I smile and shiver. Thank God that's the response I got. Anything else and I would have run out of here crying. I feel his hand run down my back and over my ass. He plays with the hem of my skirt, letting his fingers touch the back of my thigh, and then runs it back up my side.
“Give me a minute. I'm having a little trouble standing back up.”
I look down between us, where a sizable bulge has appeared between his legs.
He finally straightens and walks me over to the bar. He introduces me to his friend Travis, the one who's getting married.
“Congratulations, Travis. I have heard really great things about your fiancée. You're a lucky man.”
He smiles and thanks me. Owen then introduces me to his other friend, Marc.
Owen pulls me against his side and calls the bartender over. “What would you like to drink?” he asks into my ear.
“I'll take another cosmopolitan, please.”
“Mmm… There's that sexy word again. I love it when you say it.” He smiles and orders my drink and another Guinness for himself.
He pulls a barstool up and offers me to sit down. I do, paying careful attention to cover my ass as I do, and sim
ultaneously look over at Charley. She is engaged in a conversation with a man and another woman. I assume these are the other friends of hers who were coming tonight. She looks over at me and gives me a smile and a thumbs up, indicating that she's okay.
I turn back to Owen and cross my legs. “So…”
He looks down at my legs and places his hand on my knee. “So …” he replies, unable to look up from my leg.
I smile up at him. “Thank you for inviting us out tonight. It was very nice of you.”
He finally meets my eyes. He's about to say something when a redhead comes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. He turns, surprised. Owen glances back over at me and then her. She whispers something in his ear and walks away. He looks sheepish.
I look down, my face heated. I suddenly feel stupid, like I've interrupted some moment. I look back up and force a smile. “I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick. One too many cosmos.” I let out a chuckle and stand.
“Olivia, wait…”
I look at him over my shoulder, giving him the universal 'be right back' hand gesture, and quickly run over to the restroom area, feeling my face get redder and redder as I make my escape.
There are two sets of restroom bays—one with a larger common bathroom area and then four individual powder room setups. There are lines at the powder rooms, but I'll wait. It will take up more time, and I want to just go wallow in my stupidity for a bit before coming back out and pretending that everything is okay.
I've never done the casual-sex thing, and I feel stupid for having such a visceral reaction to the redhead. If I just take a minute to myself, I know I can compose myself and save an otherwise disastrous moment. I've waited about five minutes when it's just about my turn. The door opens, and as I move to walk in, a large body pushes me farther into the room before closing and locking the door. I swing around. It's Owen.
“What? What are you doing in here? What is it with you and bathrooms?”
He is breathing heavily and staring me down. His eyes are hooded, lustful. “Why did you run away from me just now?” he asks.
“I didn't run away. I just… Your friend looked like she needed to talk to you and I thought…”
He shakes his head slowly. “Do you always run? Is that your thing, Olivia?”
This pisses me off. “What the hell does that mean, Owen? Why don't you just go back to the bar. I'll be back in a minute.” I turn to walk back toward the cordoned-off toilet area, but he grabs my arm and swings me around, pushing me up against the wall.
I put my hand on his chest, pushing him away. He doesn't budge.
“Owen, what the hell are you doing?”
He leans down and plants a wet kiss on my collarbone. “I'm doing what I've been thinking about doing all day and have had to restrain myself from doing since I saw you in this top. Jesus, are you trying to kill me here?”
I am speechless. What? He leans in farther, his body towering over me as he continues to kiss my neck.
“Owen…you don't have to… I—”
He pulls away for a second and looks down at me. “I have been fantasizing about you since last night. I need to be inside you, Olivia. I can't function. I need this.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Owen
She has me coming undone and she has no clue as to the effect she's having on me. From the moment I saw her tonight, she's been beckoning me. I can't stay away, and frankly, I don't want to—but it freaks me the fuck out. This is a new feeling for me, and it makes me very uneasy. In the middle of watching the baseball game this afternoon with Travis and Marc, who was I thinking of? Olivia. When we got a tour of the stadium and met some of the ballplayers, courtesy of Marc, who was I wishing were there enjoying it with me? Olivia. I met her just over forty-eight hours ago and she's left a taste in my mouth that's as sweet and smooth as caramel. I can't get enough. I need more.
I bend down to kiss Olivia solidly on the lips, but she pushes me away, testing to see if I'll move. Her hands may push me away, but her kiss begs me not to stop. I press my hips against hers, pinning Olivia to the wall. She groans, opening her mouth just wide enough for my tongue to slide inside and caress hers. As she tilts her head back to allow me to deepen the kiss, she slowly slides her hands up my chest until she reaches my neck. The tips of her fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck and tug lightly. I can't help but moan.
My hands slide down her sides and over her ass, grasping it tightly before moving farther down to tease the flesh just under the hem of her sinfully short skirt. I break the kiss and start to nibble along her jawline and towards her ear. My tongue seductively flicks her earlobe before lightly biting it just hard enough to make it tantalizing but not enough to hurt. Olivia lets out an audible moan that makes my cock twitch. I press myself against her again, my hardness wedged tight between our two bodies. Olivia's eyes grow wide as she feels my length. Does she get it now? Does she understand how much she turns me on?
I wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her soft lips again. “I want you,” I whisper into her ear. “I need to have your taste on my tongue again. It's all I can think about.” I grab her hand and pull her over to a plush chaise lounge in the corner.
I set her on the lounge chair and gently push her back so she's propped against the back cushions. I lower myself to kneel in front of her, my lips not having left hers. My hands skim over the sides of her legs, turn slightly, and start to run up the inside of her calves. When I reach her knees, I slowly push them apart as my eyes lock on to hers, filled with lust.
It's one of the most sensual things about sex—the scent of a woman who is wet with desire. She's so turned on that her body takes over. Olivia smells like sex, and it's intoxicating. I inhale deeply as my hands spread her thighs wider, my eyes hooded as if her scent is giving me a contact high. She whimpers quietly as I place firm kisses along her inner knee to her upper thigh.
“I need to taste you, Olivia,” I growl, my fingers sliding down her panty-covered pussy, teasing her. The thought of eating her makes me salivate.
My fingers slide her black lace thong to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. A tuft of hair sits above her clit, but her lips are bare.
“Beautiful...” I murmur before I push my tongue between her folds and lap up the first of her sweet juices. Olivia exhales loudly as her breathing increases. “Mmmm… So good,” I breathe into her pussy as I continue to feast on her, my nose rubbing her hardening clit as my tongue traces circles around her wet opening.
“Oh God, Owen…” she pants.
I slip my tongue inside her, licking and sucking. Her hands slide into my hair and press my face tighter against her wetness. I remove a hand from her thigh and slip my middle finger inside her while I French kiss her clit with firm, steady strokes. One finger fucks her, then two, and she moans with the addition.
“Come in my mouth, Olivia. Fuck! You taste so goddamn good,” I say breathlessly, unrelenting in my pursuit for her pleasure.
After a few moments of shivers and convulsions, Olivia does as I ask. “Now, Owen… Oh God, I'm coming. Now. Now.” She grabs my hair as her back arches, pushing the back of her head against the chaise lounge and, in kind, pressing her sweet pussy into my face.
I grip her leg behind the knee and lift it just enough so that she's opened up to me. I let out a deep groan as she continues to moan and ride her orgasm while I press on, lapping up every precious drop.
“Fuck, that was hot, Olivia,” I smile, looking up at her. I dip my head back down between her legs, quickly licking her from ass to clit. Her breath hitches as my tongue makes contact with her sensitive clit and I cannot help but smile. “Mmm mmm mmmm,” I hum.
I rise to my feet and start to unlatch my belt buckle. The way she's looking up at me, all post-orgasmic and flushed, may be one of the sexiest things I've seen. Olivia reaches up, pushing my hands away as she proceeds to unzip my pants and slide them down over my hips, all the while keeping my gaze.
Olivia sucks i
n a breath and bites her lower lip as she gets an eyeful of my erection straining against my boxers. She reaches out tentatively, slowly, teasingly pulling back the waistband of my boxers to expose the head of my throbbing cock. Olivia looks up to me, sticks out her tongue, and slowly traces a line around the head, which by now is purple and swollen and dripping pre-cum. Pulling down my boxers past my hips, she takes me into her mouth, massaging me with the flat of her tongue up and down my length. Her mouth is stretched tight as she attempts to take me farther into her mouth, gagging slightly when she finds her limit.
“Jesus Christ, Olivia,” I mutter under my breath.
She smiles with satisfaction as she pulls back. Grabbing the base of my cock with an almost delicate firmness with one hand and cupping my full balls with the other, she continues to suck on me. It's perfection.
“Holy fuck, you have an amazing mouth...” I grab her soft hair in my hands, careful not to ram my entire length down her throat.
She smiles up at me and takes me deep again. I can't look away as she moves her hand and mouth up and down my hard cock. Holy hell! This woman should be sharing her knowledge of blowjobs with the world. She could help bring world peace with her mouth, but if I don't stop her now, I'm going to explode down her throat.
“Pocket,” I say breathlessly. “Pocket of my pants. There's a rubber. Get it,” I command.
Olivia fishes out the extra-large foil packet from my pants and tears it open. She delicately places the tip of the condom over my dick, her finger gripping and pulling, teasing and tormenting me as she rolls it down my thick length to the base. I quickly help her to her feet. Although her heels help, I dwarf her small frame. It makes me feel more masculine, and I instantly feel possessive of her. Lifting her leg to my hip, I bend my knees to counterbalance our height difference. Taking my dick in my hand, I slowly slide it up and down her wet pussy, back and forth, back and forth.
