Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) (10 page)

She nods, so I slowly remove my hand from her mouth and place it on her hip. I look into Olivia’s eyes as I begin to move. Olivia’s eyes flutter closed as she feels me—all of me. I take the opportunity to watch myself slide in and out of her. I watch my thick length drag along her opening, awed at the sight.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I grunt out as I work myself in and out of her. “You feel so good, Olivia. You’re perfect.” I murmur as I grip her hip tighter and lift her leg a little higher.

Olivia wraps her hands around my neck and holds on tight as I thrust fast and deep. I lick my thumb and bring it down between our bodies as I start to make small, firm circles on her clit.

“Oh God, Owen!” she yells when I touch her.

“Shhh, baby… Quiet.” I lean down and kiss her, helping to muffle her cries.

Olivia begins to whine, the sensations from my hands and cock proving to be too much for her. I bend my knees and start to thrust hard into her.

“Olivia. I don’t mean to pressure you—fuck, you feel good… We need to hurry, baby. You close?” I grunt. I’m doing everything I can to hold back for her.

“Yes…yesss.” she hisses. “So close. Don’t…stop…fucking…me,” she mewls through each penetrating stroke. “Oh God…”

Her words ignite me and I begin to pound into her harder than before. The slap of our skin echoes off the close walls and I don’t give a fuck who can hear us at this point.

“In my mouth… You need to come in my mouth,” she cries out.

“What?” I ask, completely perplexed. “What did you say?” I ask again, the rhythm of my thrusts faltering.

“My mouth. I need you to come in my mouth. If you come in me—oh Jesus, that feels good—I’ll be sitting in it the whole flight. We just took off!”

I scowl at her. “Fine…just let me go a few more, baby… Shit, it feels too good. I don’t want to stop.” I pull Olivia closer to the edge of the sink and regain my momentum.

Sweat is beading on my brow and starts to run down the side of my face. Olivia leans forward and licks it off.

“Dirty girl,” I growl as I continue to thrust into her harder and harder.

“God, Owen, I can’t last much longer... Please…make me come.”

I grunt and grab hold of her other leg, moving both legs in front of my chest and grasping her ankles over my shoulder. Olivia supports herself with one hand on the counter and the other pressed against the mirror.

“Oh God!” Olivia yelps. In seconds, Olivia is biting down on my arm as she tips over the edge into oblivion. “Owen! Baby! Owen!” she whisper-yells repeatedly as her orgasm consumes her.

As her release squeezes my dick like a vise, I bite the inside of my cheek, doing everything I can to prolong this, but it’s no use. I’m done. “I’m… Liv... Can’t wait much longer... Fuck...I’m going to come.”

“Oh no you don’t!” she says as she pushes me back, causing me to slip out of her warmth and stagger with a thud into the opposite wall.

She mewls at the empty feeling and hops off the sink, dropping to her haunches. I take my cock, purple and swollen from our lovemaking, in my fist, gripping it firmly at the base. I begin to stroke myself, needing desperately to come. Olivia pushes my hand aside and takes me into her mouth as far back as she can. I rest a hand on the top of her head and slide my length in and out of her mouth. Once…twice…I’m finished. I let out a low, guttural roar that sounds like something you would hear in the Serengeti. It’s masculine, possessive, primal.

I come for what feels like minutes as I shoot my hot liquid against the back of her throat, triggering her to swallow rapidly. I grab her head between my hands, whispering her name over and over again as I shudder and continue to ride out my orgasm.

When I’m finished, Olivia continues to keep me lodged in her mouth. I attempt to pull back, but she grabs my hips to keep me in place. She finally pulls back but bathes me with her tongue, making sure no precious drop is wasted. When she’s satisfied with her cleanup, she releases me and I fall back against the wall, winded.

“How was that?” she asks, grinning.

Through hooded eyes, I smile at her with a wide, toothy grin. “Now
that
was a mile high happy ending.”

Six hours later, we arrive at The Fairmont Olympic Hotel in downtown Seattle. I thought I would score me some major points with Olivia by staying at the hotel that started it all for us nearly one year ago. By the look on her face, I know I’m right. But another surprise awaits her.

“Mr. Maxwell, we have reserved room 1121 for you as requested.” The man behind the reception desk smiles and slips three room keys to me from across the counter.

Olivia approaches the desk and takes my hand, entwining her fingers with mine. I glance down at her and see that she’s beaming from ear to ear. Room 1121 is the same room Olivia had when we got to know each other in Seattle. The room we made love in for the first time. The room I started to fall for her and, if I’m being honest, started to fall in love with her.

“Owen!” she sings. “What did you do?”

“I thought I’d surprise you,” I say, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “The room holds special memories for us. So…surprise!” I smile wide, quite pleased with myself that I’ve been able to pull off this little shocker.

Olivia stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. She brushes her lips against mine and darts her tongue across my lips and into my open mouth, causing me to groan.

“I think that was a very, very sweet thing to do, baby. Something for which you should be greatly rewarded.”

Well, that got my penis’s attention. I let out a huff of a breath across Olivia’s face, my excitement growing by the second.

“Um…excuse me?” my mom interjects, clearing her throat. “I hate to interrupt you two, but if I could just get my room key…”

My mom.

Shit.

Hello, mood killer.

“Sorry about that,” I say, forcing a smile. I turn back to the gentleman checking us in. “Just reminiscing. We met at this hotel...sort of.”

The man at the front desk purses his lips and nods his head, seemingly giving us his best fake smile and failing miserably. “Here are your keys,” he says, tapping the three keys that lie on the countertop. “I’ll call the bellman to have him deliver your bags to your room.”

“Yes, thank you for that, but we also need my mother’s room key. The reservations were made at the same time under the same confirmation code and same last name.”

“My apologies, Mr. Maxwell. Let me get that taken care of for you right away.” The front desk attendant types frantically at his keyboard and looks up at me on occasion, flashing me his tight smile.

Meanwhile, Olivia hasn’t left my side and nuzzles into me. She runs her hand down the front of my pants and lingers over my growing erection, startling me. My girl is feeling daring. What did I unleash in her on the plane? The front desk blocks the view from the frantically typing attendant and my back is to my mom, shielding her from witnessing her only son getting sexually assaulted by his horny girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Maxwell. There doesn’t seem to be a second reservation under your name. Would it be under your mother’s name, perhaps?”

I furrow my brow, knowing that this is a mistake. I made the reservations myself. “Maybe. Try Michelle Maxwell—”I lean forward to read his nametag—“Scott.”

Scott gives me a weak smile and begins typing again. “Michelle Maxwell…Michelle Maxwell… No. I’m sorry. There is no reservation under that name either.”

Olivia stops fondling me and looks up at my face, which is now growing angry. She grabs my hand again and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sure it’s just a small mix-up, Owen.”

I address my new friend, Scott. There’s no sense in getting out of control. “Kill ‘em with kindness,” my dad always said.

“Scott, there’s been a mistake. I made the reservations months ago. Will you please check again?”

“I’ve checked three times, Mr. Maxwell. There is no second reservation.”

“All right. We can just get her a room now then,” I surmise.
Problem solved.

“We are booked to capacity through the entire weekend, I’m afraid.”

“I could stay with you and Olivia, Owen,” my mom chimes in.

“No,” Olivia and I say in unison. We look at each other and laugh, knowing that three is a crowd, especially when the extra is my mother.
Yeah. No, thank you.

“We want you to be comfortable, Mimi,” Olivia coos in her saccharin-sweet voice. She goes to my mom’s side to reassure her and talk her out of the crazy idea of staying in our room. “It’s been a long day for all of us and I’m sure a hot shower and a big, comfy bed and a nap would feel amazing.”

“Ah!” exclaims Scott, startling all of us. “Found it. The reservation was under Mimi, not Michelle.”

Olivia, Scott, and I breathe a sigh of relief as he hurriedly checks my mom in. After I give Mom her key, we make our way to the elevator banks.

After settling my mom in her massive suite and helping her figure out how to turn on the elaborate shower, Olivia and I make our way up to the eleventh floor to our room. I open the door and usher Olivia in. It’s exactly as it was a year ago, and Olivia’s eyes tear up. We got to know each other in this room, made love in this room, connected in this room. It’s like an energy that is still palpable exists here.

I drop my carry-on bag by the door, walk up behind Olivia, and wrap an arm around her middle while my other hand pushes her hair to the side. Then I press my mouth to her neck and whisper into her ear, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I’m just thinking about the last time we were here. All the memories this room holds. Maybe we should visit Seattle every year to remind us why we’re still together, how we connected in the first place.”

I kiss the spot underneath her ear and whisper, “I think that’s an amazing idea. Maybe we can even reenact that first night. Without the zipper drama of course.” I chuckle.

I give Olivia a tight hug and place a kiss on her temple. I suggest we take a quick shower and try and get a nap in since we’ll likely have a long night. Olivia heartily agrees. We strip, occasionally helping each other out of our clothes. The awkwardness that existed the first time we were here is replaced by a comfort that can only be shared by two people who know each other well. We work as a team, handing each other toothbrushes and toothpaste. Kisses and touches are given as we move about the bathroom. We make love as we share a shower. It’s easy and unscripted, slow and methodical, meant to connect rather than titillate.

Afterward, Olivia slips one of my FDNY T-shirts on and climbs into bed beside me. We watch some TV for a few minutes, but it’s not long before I fall asleep recounting the great day so far and looking forward to more fun tonight.

OWEN AND I HAVE spent the afternoon relaxing. After a long flight, it was nice to take a nap and a good shower before tonight’s festivities. We have the rehearsal dinner, so I know it’s going to be a long night. Travis has already told Owen that we’re going out after the dinner, and since it’s been so long since he’s seen his friends, I am sure he’s going to drain every last minute out of this night.

Owen is still snoozing in bed, but as I look at the clock, I realize that, if I want to look halfway decent tonight, I better start getting ready. I quietly get up from the bed and make my way toward the closet. I brought a really cute dress for tonight with me. It’s very short and all black, giving me a smooth silhouette. I also brought Owen’s favorite black thong. Why it’s his favorite I’ll never know. I have about twenty of them that all look the same, but he seems to think this is the one, so I let him. When I pair it all with a super-high, super-sexy pair of heels, I should drop him dead tonight.