A Beautiful Mess

by T. K. Leigh

  “Come on, Love,” he said, planting gentle kisses across her collarbone, his lips on her skin igniting the flames coursing through her body. “Say it,” he pled. He needed to hear it. He needed her to beg him. It was what he craved. It was how he could remain in control.

  He slowly removed his hand from her panties and Olivia was left panting, ready to burst without his touch. “FINE!” she screamed, her breathing heavy. “I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!!!” She couldn’t take it anymore. “God damn it! Don’t make me beg!” He was so exasperating.

  “I like it when you beg,” he said, crushing his mouth to hers as his hand quickly pushed her panties down. Before she knew what was happening, Alexander pushed two fingers inside her. “Fuck!” Olivia moaned. He continued to rub her clit while he slowly teased her inside as well. She felt like she was going to explode.

  Alexander needed to be inside of Olivia. He removed his fingers, leaving her wanting, and rid himself of his clothes. He wrapped his arms around Olivia’s naked body, pressing his lips against hers again. He didn’t think he would ever tire of kissing her. She gasped when she felt his arousal rubbing against her clit. He led her to the bed, his lips not moving from hers.

  Pulling back the duvet, he lowered her down and stared at her, overwhelmed with a feeling he was scared to label. “Olivia, darling. You are one beautiful woman,” he said, licking his lips. “I’m going to show you how much of a treasure you truly are, Love.”

  “Stop staring. You’re making me self-conscious,” she said, covering her naked body with the duvet.

  “Oh, don’t you dare,” Alexander replied, crawling on top of her. She tilted her head toward him, their mouths meeting. Alexander pushed his knee between Olivia’s legs, opening them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his erection against her cleft. She was eager to feel him inside her.

  Alexander growled, pulling back as he hovered over her, admiring the beautiful woman lying sprawled out in front of him. He leaned down on his elbows and entered her slowly.

  “Oh, God,” Olivia moaned as he filled her, stretching her to match his size. It was such an amazing feeling. He hadn’t even moved yet, but the simple act of him being inside her made her want to explode.

  He slowly withdrew. “NO!” Olivia cried out on the brink of becoming unhinged.

  “I want this to last, Love. I felt that, you know,” he smirked. “You’re ready to come already, aren’t you?”

  She threw her arm across her eyes, wanting to hide from him. She was embarrassed that he could make her fall apart so quickly. She felt him lean down. Circling her nipple with his tongue, he slowly entered her again, causing Olivia to convulse around him, screaming out his name, her orgasm catching her by surprise.

  “Fuck!” he exhaled, smiling, his mouth covering hers as he continued thrusting into her. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you come again,” he said breathlessly. Alexander couldn’t believe how good she felt. He had never felt so much pleasure with any of the other women he had slept with over the years.

  Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist again, not wanting any distance between them. Legs and arms were entwined, hands caressing, nipping, pinching.

  “You feel so good, Olivia,” Alexander said as he moved inside her, filling her to the brim. “Do I make you feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes, Alexander… Yes.”

  Her soft voice sent shivers through his body as her hands clutched onto his back, nails digging in. He pressed his lips back against hers, forcing them open with his tongue. There was something about kissing Olivia as he moved inside her that overwhelmed his entire being, igniting feelings he had repressed his entire life. He picked up speed, a tingling sensation coursing through his body and he knew he was close. Burying his head against her neck, he gently nibbled, loving the taste of Olivia’s sweaty skin.

  Her breathing became more erratic and Alexander felt Olivia’s body begin to tighten around him. “Again?” he asked, pulling back, his eyes searing down into hers.

  She simply nodded, her voice nowhere to be found. Alexander pulled out.

  “NO! Not again!” Olivia screamed, panting.

  “I need to hear you say it, Love. Tell me you’re going to come again,” he said, ready to explode at any moment, his breathing labored. “Say I drive you wild when I’m inside you. Tell me I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel this good.”

  Olivia tried to catch her breath. She had never come like that before and she was about to come again. She didn’t know what to make of it.

  “Damn it, Olivia. Just say it.” He needed to hear it. He needed to know that he alone could make her feel that good.

  “Yes. You’re the only one, Alexander,” she replied, her heart racing. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that in my life. Now, please. I want another one.”

  He leaned down and feathered kisses across her neck. “Ask me.”

  Olivia flashed back to the night they met. She knew exactly what he wanted. Smiling, she ran her fingers up and down his back. She felt him harden against her. “Please, Mr. Burnham. Let me come again.”

  “Fuck!” Alexander said, slamming into her, her sweet voice uttering those words sending him over the edge in just a few thrusts. Olivia felt him release inside her and came undone around him, her orgasm never seeming to end while the aftereffects ravaged her body for several long minutes.

  “Holy shit,” she said, finally able to find her voice as she listened to Alexander’s heavy breathing.

  “You are fucking incredible, Olivia,” he said, nuzzling her neck. Of all the women he had ever slept with, he never felt as full and complete as he did in that moment. And he hoped Olivia felt the same way. He rolled over onto his side and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body.

  They laid there, their bodies covered with sweat, not wanting to put any distance between each other.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Olivia had a dreamless sleep for once. She woke up in the middle of the night when she felt something poking her. Or someone. She turned her body to face the man lying next to her.

  “Sorry, Love. Sometimes that thing has a mind of its own.”

  Olivia giggled.

  Alexander pulled her mouth to his, kissing her deeply. “I love that sound.”

  She kissed him deeper and felt his erection harden.

  “Olivia, get on top of me,” Alexander ordered.

  She obeyed, coaxing him onto his back and straddling his midsection. She leaned into his neck, her hips circling his arousal, whispering in his ear, “What should we do about that, Mr. Burnham?” She pulled back, looking deep into his eyes as she continued her relentless teasing.

  He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her lips back down to his mouth. Kissing Olivia was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his thirty years.

  After an impassioned kiss, Olivia leaned back, raising herself over Alexander, and slowly took him inside her. The feeling was even more intense than it was before as he filled her to the brim. She wasn’t going to last long, already starting to feel that tingling sensation all the way down to her feet.

  Alexander started to guide her up and down, over and over. Olivia stared deep into his eyes, knowing that he had total control of her body. And for the first time she could remember, she was okay with that. Alexander gazed at the woman on top of him, her ample chest moving with the motion of her body. He was so deep in her. When he felt her body clench around him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pumped harder, growling her name as he came undone inside of her. Olivia’s body shuddered around him. Leaning down, she bit his neck to muffle her screams of pleasure.

  As their breathing slowed, Olivia looked deep into his eyes. “I had no idea sex could be like that.”

  He brought his arms around her, pulling her off him and onto her side, her arm draped across his torso, and planted several kisses on her forehead gleaming with perspiration.

  He thought to himself, “That’s because it’s love.”


  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Olivia awoke the following morning, shielding her eyes from the brightness of the sun. She looked at the man lying next to her, amazed that he could sleep so well with all the sunlight in the room. She quietly got out of the bed and went into Alexander’s closet in search of a tee shirt and shorts to put on. She opened the door, walking into a closet any woman would be jealous of. Alexander had a thing for clothes, apparently. She found a chest of drawers against one wall and grabbed a pair of Navy shorts and a Harvard tee shirt that were both enormous on her, but she didn’t care.

  When she was dressed, Olivia made her way to the bathroom. After cleaning up a bit, she quietly left the master bedroom and walked down the stairs to the main floor. Runner attacked her, wanting to play and probably go outside. She put on his collar and found a pair of oversized flip-flops that would have to do for the moment. Grabbing his leash, she left the penthouse to take Runner for a walk.

  She got down to the street below and walked around the block toward the water, allowing Runner to sniff and mark his territory as they went. After Runner had done his business, Olivia decided to head back to Alexander’s place before he realized she was gone.

  Back in the penthouse, Alexander woke up, feeling the bed next to him and reaching for Olivia, only to find her side empty. He quickly threw on a pair of shorts and went looking for her. After a search of his place turned up empty-handed, he started to panic. What if she decided to run?

  He grabbed his cell phone and frantically dialed her number. He heard her phone ringing. She had left her purse on the kitchen island. Damn it! How could she be so careless? He ran out of his apartment, fervently pressing the elevator call button, phoning Martin to help him find her. What if something had happened to her?

  The elevator finally arrived after what had seemed like an eternity. After a painfully slow ride, he arrived on the bottom floor and ran out onto the street. Glancing up and down the street, he searched for his Olivia, his heart racing.

  At that moment, Olivia rounded the corner, making her way back to Alexander’s building with Runner. Alexander’s heart dropped when he finally saw her. He rushed to her, his eyes wide with worry, and pulled her into a desperate kiss.

  “Oh, Olivia. Thank God,” he breathed a sigh of relief as he held onto her tightly.

  “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Olivia pulled out of his embrace and looked into his eyes before he wrapped his arms around her again, stroking her hair.

  “I’m sorry. I woke up and you weren’t there and then I couldn’t find you. I was so worried something had happened. I thought you were taken from me again.”

  Olivia tilted her head back and looked at him, confused, her forehead wrinkled.

  “Again? What do you mean by that?”

  Alexander’s heart started to beat rapidly. He thought his chest was going to explode. “Well, I mean with last week,” he floundered nervously. “I just felt that you were taken from me then.”

  Olivia looked at him and, after a few intense moments, said, “Okay. I’m sorry I left. I saw Runner and figured he’d want to go out. I didn’t mean to worry you.” She looked down at her feet.

  “Hey, look at me.” Alexander grabbed her chin, gently leaning it back so he could see into her eyes. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t mean to overreact.”

  The elevator door opened and Martin ran out, slowing down when he eyed his boss. “Everything ok then, sir?” he asked Alexander.

  “Yes. Sorry, Martin.”

  “Not at all.” He turned and went back into the elevator.

  “Does he live here or something?” Olivia asked.

  Alexander ran his hand through his disheveled hair. “Yeah. He has a condo in the building just a few floors below me. I need to make sure he’s close by, just in case. That’s why I pay him very good money. Why don’t we go back upstairs and have some breakfast?”

  “Sounds good to me,” Olivia replied, grasping his hand in hers.

  Back in the penthouse, Alexander prepared Runner’s breakfast before turning to Olivia. “Hungry?”

  She wrapped her arms around his waist. “For you,” she whispered in his ear.

  Alexander leaned down, kissing her neck as he slipped his hand under the bottom of the shirt she was wearing, placing it on the small of her back. The gesture sent tremors through her body. She yearned for his touch.

  “You look good in my clothes,” Alexander said. “But you could make a paper sack look good, Love.”

  Olivia brought her mouth to his and kissed him, grasping his hair.

  “Fuck it. Breakfast can wait.” Alexander swooped Olivia in his arms and carried her to the enormous sofa in the living room. He stepped out of his shorts as Olivia swiftly removed her tee shirt and shorts. Alexander sat on the couch, his feet on the ground, pulling Olivia on top of him.

  Alexander slowly lowered her down onto him, moaning with pleasure. He placed his hands around Olivia’s waist, helping to guide the motion. When they met a steady rhythm, he removed one hand, bringing it to stroke Olivia’s clit.

  As if she wasn’t overwhelmed with sensation as it was, when Alexander started to rub her, she couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much. She exploded around him.

  “FUCK!” She exhaled breathlessly as he picked up a torturous rhythm, guiding Olivia up and down in swift movements. In a matter of moments, he screamed her name and emptied inside her.

  In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Alexander gently stroked Olivia’s back as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Stay the weekend,” he whispered softly into her ear. He eagerly wanted her to agree.

  “I don’t know,” she pulled out of his embrace and searched for her discarded clothes. She noticed the dog sitting a few feet from the couch. “Runner, you shouldn’t have seen that, boy.”

  Alexander stood, put his shorts on, and grabbed Olivia around the waist, pulling her to him once again. “Why don’t you want to stay, Love? What is it? Talk to me.” He noticed the look of concern on her face.

  “I don’t know. I just…” She trailed off trying to gather her thoughts. She couldn’t keep her head straight when she was around him. “It’s just that I think we’re moving too fast. I mean, I enjoyed last night. And the middle of the night. And this morning. And I think I’m becoming too attached to you, and it scares me to death.” Her lower lip trembled.

  Alexander reached his hand up to her cheek. She leaned in, basking in the feel of his hand on her skin.

  “Stop thinking too much into it, Olivia. I want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you. I want to share things with you. This is all new to me, too. Just don’t shut me out. I beg you, Love.”

  Olivia looked into his deep emerald eyes, searching for the answer she so desperately needed.

  She exhaled. “Okay. But I need to go back to my place to get some clothes and feed Nepenthe.”

  He embraced her, laughing. “That can be arranged.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  SOMETHING YOU FEEL

  “COME. I want to show you something,” Alexander said to Olivia after they finished eating their dinner of salmon, roasted red potatoes, and asparagus. They had spent all day together after Alexander took Olivia back to her house to gather some things she would need for the weekend.

  They had gone to Olivia’s gym later in the morning after eating a breakfast of egg white omelettes with broccoli, spinach, mushrooms and feta cheese that Olivia had made. Alexander thought that she was a fantastic cook. The dinner reaffirmed that thought.

  Olivia had spent most of the day snuggled up on Alexander’s couch reading a book on her e-reader and scratching Runner’s belly as he cuddled next to her. Alexander sat on the other end of the couch, going over case reports. He disappeared into his study every so often, closing the door to make a phone call. Olivia didn’t mind. She figured there were some things he was working on that were classified.

  “Where are we going?” she asked when Alexander grabbed her h
and, pulling her along with him down the stairs.

  “You’ll see,” he winked. Olivia smiled at the twinkle in his eyes. He was so excited to show her wherever it was they were going.

  He led her down a hallway past two spacious guest bedrooms before stopping outside a door. Beaming from ear to ear, he opened it, allowing Olivia to enter before him. She couldn’t believe her surroundings. In the middle of the enormous room stood a beautiful Steinway baby grand piano. Dozens of guitars hung on the walls. There were also amps, a drum kit, and various other instruments. A musician’s dream come true.

  “Why do you have all this?” she asked. “Do you play?”

  “Yeah. You could say that,” he replied, running his hands through his hair. “I started fiddling with the piano and guitar when I was a little boy. A family friend taught me.” Alexander remembered Mrs. DeLuca teaching him how to hold a guitar. He remembered her showing him how to curve his hands around the keys of the piano. And most of all, he remembered hearing her daughter sing those beautiful melodies. “You can feel free to come down here anytime you’d like.”

  Olivia walked over to the piano, running her fingers over the keys, the cool ivory always a comfort to her. She saw a Martin guitar set on a stand next to the piano. She picked it up and checked its tuning, noting it was perfectly in tune. It must have been played recently. She wasn’t expecting Alexander to have such a beautiful music room.

  “And the walls are totally sound proof so you don’t have to worry about disturbing me or anything.” Alexander sat down on a love seat against the wall, watching as Olivia fiddled with the guitar. “Play something for me, Love.”

  Olivia smiled as she sat down in a chair in the middle of the room, bringing the Martin guitar with her. She remembered a song that she and Mo used to play quite a bit during her college years. When she was at B.C., she would often invite Mo and the guys over for beers to hang out with Kiera and some of their friends. Usually late at night, after lots of drinks had been consumed, Mo and Olivia would break out a few of her guitars and entertain their late night guests. This song was one of their favorites.