Hitman's Hookup: A Bad Boy Romance (26 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

OLIVIA

I felt like I was inhabiting another human being's body as I floated across campus with Nick Wilder's arm around me. Lorna had told me to be spontaneous.

I was only completing the assignment.

My whole body felt like it was filled with live wires. I kept pushing myself closer to Wilder, squeezing into his side. He didn't seem to mind. The more that I touched him back, the more he touched me. After a few minutes of me beaming like an absolute fool, we were halfway across campus.

The quad was filled with a good number of drunken, end-of-spring-term revelers. Several people shouted hello to Wilder as we crossed. I ducked my head slightly. I wasn't sure why. Probably because I didn't want to be identified as yet another one of his endless one-night stands.

"You're not going to say hello to people?" Wilder asked, grinning down at me. He was tall. I liked that. I was almost six feet, so it was rare for a guy to top me in height. I wished things like that didn't matter to me, but they did.

"And be identified in the morning as another in the long list of women who Nick Wilder fucks?" I replied, releasing my hair from its safe position tucked behind my ear and letting it cascade across my face. This way I was much less likely to be recognized.

"Wait, wait," Wilder said, stopping in his tracks and turning to face me. He put his hands on my shoulders. "You are preemptively slut-shaming yourself? Fuck that. You should be
proud
to say that you are about to be thoroughly, intensely fucked by me.” He grinned at me, his dimples springing force. Then he tilted his head in a way that made me want to tear off his clothes right there in front of all of those people. "Are you willing to do that?"

I paused and heard Lorna's voice in my head. I smiled. "I am willing to do that."

Wilder didn't waste a minute before he was boldly dragging me to the founders' statue in the middle of the quad. A dozen people were laying on blankets, laughing and talking on the plush, late-spring grass. He pulled me up onto the concrete platform where the bronzed statue stood. Someone had put a pair of white underwear over the statue's head. "Excuse me!" Wilder announced. Several people looked up.

"Hey, Wilder!" They called out.

"Hello, hello, my admirers, friends, and colleagues," Wilder said dramatically, showing off those deep dimples once again. They were so deep I felt like I could crawl inside of them. "This is Olivia. And I am in love with her. I wanted you all to know."

Several people starting whooping and laughing. "Then fucking kiss her, dude!" said a masculine voice from somewhere behind the statue's back. Wilder put his arm around me and lifted me up to his lips. He kissed me fully, and I felt fireworks going off somewhere over my head.

The noise of the small crowd became a distant murmur. I lost myself in his lips and tongue, feeling a zinging sensation glide down my abdomen and between my legs. I put my hands into his thick, blonde hair and held on for dear life.

Then I pulled away, sheepishly touching my lips. Wilder was staring at me like I'd never been stared at before in my entire life. I cleared my throat, feeling boldness rush over me once again. "And I am about to get royally, thoroughly fucked tonight!" I yelled out to the crowd.

"Get it, girl!" said a chorus of feminine voices cheering me on. I hopped down and Wilder followed, this time putting his hand on my back.

"Walk of no shame," he whispered in my ear. "I like that."

I giggled and followed him. It was another few minutes of walking across an increasingly empty campus. The further we were away from the quad, the fewer people there were to see us. We passed the library. I glanced in the window and saw there were a few people in there still burning the near-midnight oil.

"Poor fucks," Wilder said, following my gaze. "Having a final on a Friday shouldn't even be allowed."

"I finished my exams a few days ago," I replied, thinking how happy I was about that information.

"Me too. Well, I didn't take two of them. I was going to pass whether I took the final or not, so why put in the work?"

I pulled away from him. "Seriously?"

"What's the big deal?" Wilder asked me. "I never work any harder than I have to. Waste of energy."

I blinked. "So a perfectly acceptable grade for you is a seventy?"

Wilder nodded. "I don't need the grades anyway. I'm going to Hollywood after this."

I barked out a laugh. "Oh really, Mister Hot Shot?" I replied harshly. "And you're going to take Los Angeles by storm, I'm sure."

Wilder’s eyes twinkled. I realized with a start that we were standing in front of the auditorium where the plays were performed. A swooping sensation cascaded down my stomach. This was where I'd be auditioning for the part of Juliet tomorrow. In front of Wilder. I swallowed.

"Something wrong?" Wilder asked me as he pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the doors.

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "Let's do this."

Wilder stopped me from going inside, pulling me closer and kissing me again. Cue the return of the fireworks. We went inside. It smelled at first blush like old wood, dust, polish, and a hint of fresh paint. I sniffed again. It also smelled strangely like wax crayons.

The only lights that were turned on were the dim, red glow of the emergency signs, as well as the dull orange lights that ran along the aisles. I saw Wilder's shadow dance across the carpeted aisle and hop onto the stage nimbly. Then he walked behind the curtain and left me by the footlights. I pulled out my phone to use as a flashlight. I could barely see my hand in front of my face it was so dark. Before I could illuminate my phone, light flooded my eyes. I put my hands up.

"Sorry for the lack of warning," Wilder called out.

I blinked, still seeing stars swimming in front of me. Wilder was onstage holding a plush, dark-green velvet blanket. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. "Sorry, are you leaving the lights on?" I asked, feeling instantly self-conscious.

Wilder grinned and stared down the length of my body. "You have nothing to worry about, Olivia. If you're a tenth as attractive with your clothes off as with your clothes on..." He trailed off and looked away. It seemed like he was about to blush. Then he turned back to me with a sneaky grin on his face. "I like to see my workspace clearly."

Suddenly I felt nervous for other reasons. "What if someone comes in?" I asked, looking over at the doors in the back of the theater, the ones we had so easily walked through. The ones that I now realized Wilder had not locked.

Wilder shrugged. "Then we'll give them a show," he replied, spreading the blanket onto the floor and holding out his hand to pull me up onto the stage. He was stronger than he looked, his arm muscles becoming more obvious than they had been all night as he lifted me up.

I bit my lip. "So, are you staying on campus for May Term?" The lame question was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
What was wrong with me?

Wilder stripped his shirt off and I was momentarily stunned. He was lean, but he had incredible muscle tone. I felt my hands twitch. I wanted to run my hands over his abdominal muscles and hang out for a while near his belly button. He smiled at the look on my face. I tore my eyes away from his chest. "Yep. Advanced theater. Basically just putting on a production of
Romeo and Juliet
. It's a walk in the park."

I cleared my throat nervously, willing my eyes to not travel back to his toned, firm stomach. "Erm, that's wonderful."

Wilder held his hands out and I put mine in his. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Could we maybe talk later, instead?" he asked. Then he pulled me tight against his chest as he began kissing me down my neck. Goosebumps erupted so violently across my flesh I thought it might fly off of my body. "That wasn't a question, by the way," he whispered across my skin.

Then he ran his hands down my sides, finding the hem of my slightly dirty, grey t-shirt and pulling it off over my head. I was wearing a plain, white cotton bra. I hadn't exactly expected to be ending my day like this. Then I realized with a flash of embarrassment that the elastic of the worn pair of plain grey cotton underwear I had on was unraveling. The ropy, fine rubber strands were popping out like angel hair pasta.

But as Wilder moved his hands to the button of my jeans, I forgot all embarrassment. All I wanted was him, right now, right here.

And that's exactly what I got. Wilder peeled my jeans off of my body, kissing my stomach as he made his way down. I stepped out of my jeans carefully, feeling like my legs were going to collapse underneath me from feeling his warm, soft mouth so close to the heat coming from between my legs. His fingers teased my panty line for only a few moments.

"Jesus, Olivia," he whispered. "I didn't think it was possible but I think I just fell even more in love with you." He ripped off my underwear, tearing it in half. Then his hands found my ass, and he grabbed it and lifted my mound up to his mouth. I gasped, wrapping my legs around the back of his head. I wasn't sure he could breathe, but he didn't seem to mind. He stood up, his strong hands holding me close to his mouth, and walked over to the wall.

Stage right
, I thought comically.

He pressed my back up against the wall. "Hold on," he said, looking up at me one last time before diving in with his mouth.

My back arched against the wall as I held on to consciousness by the thick strands of his hair. His tongue found places that no one had ever touched before, sending arcs of pleasure down to my toes. My thighs flexed and strained as he licked and swirled his tongue around my pussy. Then he found my clit, pressing down hard and holding his tongue there.

I felt like my body had exploded. White light flashed in front of my eyes and I couldn't help myself: I screamed at the top of my lungs for a good thirty seconds. The noise echoed around the perfectly-laid-out acoustical surroundings. My toes curled and my back arched so hard I was afraid that I would knock Wilder to the ground. But he held on and wouldn't leave me for anything.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I finished, panting heavily. Wilder looked up at me and smiled, stepping away from the wall and carefully lowering me down to the floor. He held onto my body as I practically slumped against him, unable to walk.

Then he whispered in my ear. "I'd ask if that was good but I think the whole campus knows it was," he said. I looked up and saw he was trying to hold back laughter.

"Shut up," I hissed at him, punching his arm playfully. His chest hair tickled my cheek. I was getting my energy back already. Time for round two. My hands found the button of his jeans. I unzipped them and the dark fabric fell to the floor. Wasting no time, I pulled down his tight, black, boxer briefs. When he sprung out of them, my mouth dropped.

Wow
.

Then I grabbed Wilder, pushing him to the floor where the blanket was. I wasn't sure what had gotten in to me tonight, but I knew what I wanted to get into me next: him.
Now.
I straddled him, bending down, my long hair tickling his cheeks.

I kissed him fully. He moaned as I moved my hand behind me to grab his cock. It was thick and easy to hold onto. I moved my hand up and down it carefully and slowly at first. Wilder whispered to me, pulling his mouth away reluctantly.

"Condom in my jean pocket," he hissed. I fumbled around until I found the metallic wrapper, ripping it open as carefully as I could and sliding the latex circle down over his cock. He twitched as my hand made its way down his shaft.

Then, without warning, I slipped my pussy over it, letting his fullness enter me. I was so wet I felt like I might be dripping. I actually yelled out into Wilder’s mouth where I still had my tongue. It hurt, but the pain and how he filled me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was good pain.
Wonderful
pain.

Wilder sighed as I moved my hands to either side of his head, pressing my palms into the blanket. I lifted my mouth reluctantly away from him and sat upright, placing my hands on the floor next to his ass. Then I lifted myself up and down as slowly as I could, feeling every single inch of him.

Wilder groaned and shut his eyes. He moved his hands to the sides of my back, squeezing them as hard as he could. It was more pain, but I loved it. Then he moved up my back, me still gliding up and down over his fullness, and unlatched my bra. It fell away, the tips of my hair playing across my nipples, which were puffy and hard.

He moved his hands over my breasts, rubbing his palms in gentle circles across them. It was my turn to shut my eyes, feeling the delicious pleasure connecting my nipples to my pussy, which was aching. I slid up and down faster, bouncing my tits in his hands.

"Fuck, Olivia," Wilder moaned. "Don't fucking stop."

I kept going as he moved from fully caressing my breasts to pulling gently at my nipples. It was so erotic I knew that I could come even without him inside of me. Then he pulled on them, and I lost my mind. I spun around on his cock so my ass faced him.

"Spank me," I instructed greedily. Wilder obliged, the full weight of his hand connecting with my ass as I rode him, bucking my pelvis toward him.

The sound of skin hitting skin echoed across the auditorium. My tits were slapping the top of my stomach. I was sweating, and Wilder was sitting as upright as he could to get a handful of my breasts. Then I felt him shudder underneath me. He was coming inside of me.

I wished for a wild moment that we hadn't used a condom so I could feel him fill me up. As his cock flexed within me, Wilder dropped his hand from my breasts and pulled his fingers back to his mouth. A moment later, he was wrapping his arm around me again, taking a wet finger and rubbing my clit in soft, circles while I jerked up and down on top of him. Then he left my clitoris and moved his other hand up to my left breast, massaging it with his fingers.

I came again, digging my hands into his thighs and hanging on for dear life.

Five minutes later, Wilder was stroking my hair while we were flat on our backs next to each other. "What major are you?" he asked me, kissing the top of my head. I felt his warm lips through my hair and wished that he was still kissing me on the mouth.