by Linda Verji
Olivia was so steeped in the delightful touch of his expert mouth on her aching flesh she barely noticed his hands move lower down her body, lower still, lower, lower…
“Aaah.” She gave a start when he touched her pussy. Her eyes flew to his as he pulled the gusset of her thong aside then set his fingers in the moisture-laden valley between.
His touch was exciting, thrilling. Electricity lanced through her body as he spread her wetness all around until he found that aching nub. She hissed at the first gentle flick, her internal muscles clenching at the sharp pleasure it brought.
He held her gaze as flicked again.
“Aaah, shiiit!” She wanted to look away but she couldn’t. He held her mesmerized with his eyes and his touch. The trembling ache in her belly trebled when he increased the amount of pressure on her clit.
It felt so good.
“You like that?” He stroked the pulsing nub in a tantalizing circle.
Unable to speak, she nodded. Yes, she liked it. Hell, she loved it. She opened her mouth in a silent scream when he tweaked that sensitive part of her then rubbed again. Every nerve, every vein, every sense in her tautened as unrestrained pleasure scoured a path through her body.
“Don’t come yet,” he ordered even as his hands played her like a fiddle.
“Ple…” She gasped when one finger slowly slid deep inside her. “Oooh.”
“Not yet, Livy.” His warm breath fanned her ear as he withdrew his finger slowly from inside her. He spread the moisture he’d gathered over her folds and her swollen throbbing clit, before slowly pushing his finger back in. His voice ragged, he asked, “How does that feel?”
“Good,” it came out more as a whimper than a word as she tightened her muscles around his finger and bore down. “More.”
“More?” He answered her demand by adding another finger in, filling her. “You’re so tight, Livy.” He slowly withdrew then plunged in again. His breath a hot whisper, he said, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His wicked words were like an aphrodisiac driving her to the point of madness. She begged, “Now.”
“Not now.” He licked his way down her neck back to her breasts. Nipping one swollen tip he whispered, “Tomorrow.”
Why tomorrow? She wanted to ask but got distracted by the sudden pressure when he drew her breast completely into his mouth, suckling hard in time to the stroke of his fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She closed her eyes and threw her head back as the intense feelings overwhelmed her. She lifted her hips and bore down, riding his fingers as she inched closer to nirvana. The pressure built up inside her as her moisture soaked his fingers and her nipples swelled in his mouth. Her body trembled and her cries grew louder.
Her release hit her with an intensity of a freight train.
She fell against him, burying her head into his shoulders as the waves of pleasure crashed into her over and over again. His arms surrounded her, holding her to him, protecting her as the tide slowly ebbed. Finally when her world righted itself, he tilted her face towards him and kissed her softly.
When his mouth released hers, he whispered, “I’ll tell him tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 19
Lunchtime, the following day, found Marcel seated at The Chess, his heart pattering nervously as he prepared to confess his sins.
“Come with your wallet and your best golf clubs,” Congressman Jamie Kashou, who stood beside their table, said.
“Ha ha, you wish, buddy,” Tay who was seated opposite Marcel laughed, completely at ease in the presence of such a powerful politician. “This isn’t mini-golf. You’re playing with the big boys now.”
“Keep talking.” The congressman chuckled. “It will make it so much sweeter when I beat you.”
After a few more minutes of trash-talking the congressman left. He was immediately replaced by an appellate court judge who wanted to know when Tay’s daughter was coming over for a play-date with her son. A rapper stopped by and gave them backstage tickets… The stream of high profile people stopping by their table to talk to Tay seemed endless.
Marcel was used to it. Networking was a task Tay excelled at, and meeting him in an exclusive restaurant frequented by the country’s who’s who was like dining with the governor.
However, today every ‘fan’ who stopped by the table was a source of irritation for Marcel. He wanted to get this conversation done with. The previous day after leaving Olivia’s apartment, he’d bounced between relief that the platonic play-acting was over, and second-guessing his decision to come clean. At the end of it was clear that he needed to come clean. Olivia deserved more than what he was giving her. And he wanted to give her more.
“So, what’s with the lunch?” Tay prompted when the traffic to their table thinned out.
“Can’t I just take a friend to lunch?” Marcel hedged.
“Ha!” Tay scoffed. “You’re too cheap to spring for this place unless you’ve got something important to discuss.”
“Okay.” Marcel inhaled a steadying breath then said, “We need to talk about Olivia.”
“Ugh, don’t start with me about that crazy woman.” Tay rolled his eyes and huffed out a frustrated breath. “Do you know she’s still calling me, telling me she loves me?”
“Really?” Marcel’s eyebrows shot up. Any other day he would’ve taken Tay at his word. But he’d been there when Olivia had kicked Tay to the curb - both times. And he’d seen Tay calling her.
“Really.” Tay sat back in his seat with a self-satisfied smirk. “I lay pipe so good I turned her into a stalker.”
Marcel’s stomach knotted with anger. Fighting to keep his fury out of his expression and voice, he said, “Livy doesn’t seem like the stalking type.”
His words struck a nerve. Tay’s eyes narrowed into thin slits and he tapped his finger on his chin. “You calling her Livy now?”
Marcel shrugged.
Tay’s piercing gaze was as wintery as his tone. “Do you still go to that gym?”
“Actually, I do. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Well it was now or never. Marcel sat up in his seat. “Olivia and I have been hanging out a lot lately.”
“Is that so?” Tay’s lips curled up in a sneer. “Have you fucked her yet?”
The rage that eclipsed Marcel was like a tornado sweeping through his whole body. A lesser man would have flown right across the table and punched the sneer off Tay’s shoulder. His voice colder than a North-pole winter, Marcel said, “I’d like to date her.”
Tay gaped at Marcel. As if testing the words on his tongue, he mimicked, “You’d like to date her?”
“Yes.”
For a moment Tay just stared at Marcel. Then out of the blue he burst into raucous laughter; laughter so loud a few of the restaurant’s patrons turned to their table. Marcel couldn’t see anything humorous in what he’d said but evidently Tay thought it was funny as hell. The man slapped the table, amusement twinkling in his eyes, as he said, “For a minute there I thought you were really serious.”
“I’m serious.” Marcel’s tone was as even as the gaze he leveled at Tay.
Tay’s laughter died out as fast as it’d erupted and he sat up in his seat. “You’re really not playing.”
“No, I’m not,” Marcel said calmly. “I want to date Olivia.”
“You want to date Olivia?” Tay sniggered. “Are you crazy? You’re eating out of my garbage bin now?”
“Livy’s not garbage,” Marcel snapped, his voice tight with restrained anger.
“Livy’s not garbage,” Tay mimicked, his words peppered with laughter. “Are you even listening to yourself?” His expression turning serious he leaned forward. “Look, I’m not mad at you for hitting that. I mean I wish you would’ve told me before you did it, but, I can understand how you got roped in. But that’s hit and run pussy. You don’t date it.”
He was talking about Olivia like she was an object to be used and disposed of. It was too much for Marcel and he shot to his feet. “
I need to leave.”
If he didn’t leave now he’d end up doing something really, really stupid
“Sit your ass down,” Tay ordered curtly.
“Fuck you,” Marcel snapped. Tay had to be out of his mind to talk to him like that. It was only their friendship that kept Marcel from punching his lights out before he strode away from the table. But Tay wouldn’t leave him alone.
The man jogged after him. “Marcel, hold up.”
Marcel kept walking.
Disbelief coloring his tone, Tay said, “You’re acting like this because of that ho?”
Marcel whirled to face him. Anger in his stiffened posture, the hand fisted at the side of his body and his taut voice, he snapped, “Don’t call her that.”
“What? Ho?” Tay taunted. “That’s what she is. Olivia will spread her legs for anything with a dick. You’re just one of many.”
As if it had a mind of its own, Marcel’s fist flew. It connected with Tay’s jaw with a satisfying crunch.
“Ow!” Tay grunted in pain as he staggered back with the force of the blow then fell on his ass on the concrete patio.
Marcel turned on his heels and headed to his car.
Lex stared at his reflection in the long mirror attached to one of her closet doors. Smoothing his hand over the cowl of his navy, Coburn great coat, he turned to Olivia. “What do you think?”
“You look very Sherlock-y,” Olivia, who was lying on her side on her bed, responded dutifully.
Lex twirled around then shook his head. “No, I should’ve gone with something sexier. Maybe Clark Kent in his superman costume.”
“Clark Kent isn’t a detective,” she pointed out.
“Neither is Irene Adler,” he retorted. ” And I thought we agreed you were coming as Watson.”
Olivia rolled her eyes. “Yes, because I look like the type to walk around as your side-kick.” She was quiet for a while then lowered her eyes to the duvet. Plucking at the soft fabric, she asked, “Lex, do you think the drama is worth it?”
“What drama?”
“Me, Marcel, Tay.” She lifted her head. “Is it worth it?”
“Honestly, for you it is. You have nothing to lose even if things go south.” His eyes still on his reflection, he added, “It’s Marcel who’s got problems. If this doesn’t work out he’ll lose you and his friend.”
“Maybe Tay will be okay with it.”
“Are you kidding?” Lex scoffed. “This is Tay. No way is he going out without a fuss.”
“But he has a wife and other women.”
“Spoken like a woman whose never been a man.” Lex shrugged out of the coat. “You’re like a mountain he’s put a flag on. It doesn’t matter how many other mountains he’s climbed, his flag is still on you.”
Olivia fake retched. “Yuck! I don’t want to be his mountain.”
“Sorry, babe. You already let him climb you. It’s a wrap.” He turned to face her. “I told you you should’ve waited before sleeping with him.”
“That again?” Olivia rolled onto her back, huffing out an irritated breath as she stared up at the ceiling.
“I’m just saying. If you’d listened to me you wouldn’t be stuck with that idiot. Maybe you and Marcel would be-”
Lex words were cut off by the shrill ring of Olivia’s phone. Her pulse accelerated when she recognized the ringtone she’d specifically set for Marcel, and she quickly reached for the gadget on her bedside table. Ignoring Lex’s raised eyebrows, she answered, “Hey Marcel.”
“Are you at work?” he launched in without preliminaries.
“No, I don’t work Friday afternoons.” She shifted to sitting position on the bed. “I’m at my place.”
“Can I come over?”
There was an odd note in his voice, but she responded, “Sure.”
“Give me a fifteen minutes.” And with that he ended the call.
As soon as she was off the phone, she turned to Lex, “You need to leave.”
“Why?” Lex’s eyes narrowed. “You plan to boinky boink with him? I thought we agreed that there would be no funny stuff until you met a family member who could confirm his bachelorhood?”
“First, ew. It’s squeaky squee, not boinky boink.” Giving him her best offended church lady impression, she added, “And second, no. There’ll be no funny business. I just want some privacy to talk to him.”
“Squeaky, squeaky, squee,” Lex taunted with a chuckle.
“Get the hell out of here.” Olivia tossed her pillow at him.
Evading the flying pillow and costume in hand, Lex left the room. As he did, he tossed over his shoulder, “You kids make sure you use protection.”
As soon as he was gone, Olivia launched into action, off the bed and straight to the closet. Her leggings and t-shirt were nice but she wanted something guaranteed to get Marcel’s engines revving and his hands itching to touch. After the performance he’d put on last night, she wanted his hands on her. Badly.
She settled on a pale pink jersey dress with a low-cut v-neckline that had her breasts almost popping out and a hemline short enough to cause heart palpitations. She’d just finished arranging her braids into two plaits when the door buzzed. Her heart began to beat wildly and her senses sharpened.
He was here.
Her pulse racing hard, she rushed to the door.
She wasn’t prepared for him. He stood at her door, one hand tucked into his pocket and the other propped against the door jamb. By his suit it was obvious he’d come from the office. The gray fabric of his suit skimmed over his broad shoulders, muscular chest and thick thighs, but it wasn’t what had her breath hitching.
It was the way he looked at her.
His heated glance raked over her figure. It lingered over her rouged lips, seared the revealed tops of her breasts, kissed her taut tummy and eased over her thighs. By the time he drew his eyes back to meet hers, her whole body was a trembling bundle of nerves. She caught the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I told him.” The words were all the green-light she needed.
She pulled him into the house by his tie.
CHAPTER 20
Olivia thought she knew passion until she met Marcel.
The man could make a woman melt with his kisses. He slanted his lips over hers and kissed her - no, make that devoured her. His suckling on her bottom lip was as possessive as the determined dart of his tongue into her mouth. His tongue tangled with hers in smooth slow strokes that had her whimpering. Marcel captured those whimpers and replaced them with his sweet, sweet taste.
His mouth continued to hold hers effortlessly as he kicked the door shut. His hand on her waist, he turned her to lean back to the door. Melting against the wood, Olivia fitted her hand beneath his coat to drag him closer to hers. The moment he pressed the hard planes of his long body on hers, a rush of excitement pulsed through her. It heightened into a tidal wave when his hand scoured a path from her waist to her hip and to her ass.
“Marcel,” she gasped when he squeezed.
“Livy,” he returned, his voice gruff with impatient desire. He caught her lips in another breath-stopping kissing that scattered her thoughts even. Both his hands were now on her ass, squeezing and molding even as he crowded against hers.
His touch. His smell. His taste.
Her senses overloaded with everything Marcel, Olivia pressed her body even closer to his. His cock, hard and swollen, pressed against her abdomen. She lifted her leg, curling it around his for a more intimate angle. But it wasn’t enough - for either of them. With one swift yank, he pulled her jersey dress to her waist. She gasped as cool air brushed her exposed flesh and instant moisture flooded to her pussy.
Marcel tore his lips from hers even as his grip on her ass tightened. “You’re not wearing panties.”
Olivia’s response was to grip his neck and pull his head closer. She released a satisfied moan when their lips met again. If his actions had been passionate before, her lack of underwear seemed to hav
e released the wild animal in him. Before she knew it, he had dragged her dress to her armpits.
Her moan of protest when he stopped their kiss was muffled by her dress being eased over her head. With one smooth move, her dress flew across the room to land at the foot of the coffee table. But the dress was the least of her troubles.
Marcel’s eyes darkened as he gazed down at her body. His palms propped on the door behind her caged her; held her hostage to his marauding gaze. He surveyed her tits, still encased in a lacy white bra that did nothing to hide their crested tips, skimmed over her tummy down to her clean shaven sex. He lingered there for a while, his breath becoming rougher with each second. When his eyes journeyed back to hers again, his gaze was harder, more possessive.
“Take off the bra,” he ordered, his breath fluttering over her nose.
Her mind automatically rebelled at the authoritative note in his voice. But even if she wanted to protest, her mouth and body were in no condition for it. Not with the desire circling in her senses like a hungry vulture. She moved slightly away from the door to reach for her bra clasp. Her nerves jumped and heated up at the brush of her body against his during the process. Fingers shaking, she unclipped the bra.
She made the mistake of looking up at Marcel and almost came on the spot. His eyes seared the ripe firmness of the revealed top of her breasts with a heat that had her holding her breath.
“Take it all off,” he growled.
She slipped off both straps and threw the bra to the floor, baring herself to him. There was something about being naked while he was still fully clothed that excited her senses. They crackled like live wires as she held her breath waiting to see what he’d do.
“So sexy.” He traced a slow circle around one nipple.
“Ssss,” she hissed as the tip pebbled into a painful, aching point that had her moaning his name in need. “Marcel.”
“Yes?” His breath washed over her temple before he touched his lips to her overheated skin.
