Rescue Breathing (14 page)

“
Noo
…” Olivia moans, feeling empty too.

I lie over her body, my hands supporting
me as I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth and suck it
briefly.
I move up her
body, kissing the tops of her breasts, along her collarbone, and up
her neck. I eventually kiss her deeply. My cock bounces as I lie
between her thighs, straining to find its way back inside her like
her pussy was a homing beacon. I lean forward, pressing against her
as the tip of my penis finds its mate. I slowly shift my hips to
move inside her, my eyes gauging her reaction. She lets out a
faint, pleasure-filled moan as I slide in deeper.

Olivia's hands grasp my shoulder for
support, her mouth gaping. “Yes...” she moans as she opens her hips
wider to accommodate me. She's beautiful like this—vulnerable and
accepting all that I'm offering. Olivia rakes her nails across my
back and I arch my hips, driving farther inside her. She lets out a
high-pitched squeak and I pause, still buried deep inside
her.

“
Did I hurt you?” I ask with concern. I
search her eyes for a sign. “Talk to me, Olivia. Tell me what you
need.”

“
Don'
t ...don
't stop.
Please …” she begs.

“
Ahh…there's that 'please' I like so much,”
I growl, smiling as I bury my head in her shoulder while
simultaneously thrusting my cock into her.

Her arms wrap around my back and hold me
tight as I slide in and out again and again and again.
We find a steady rhythm as I
pump into her. All of my muscles are straining and taut, a sheen of
sweat spreading across my skin. My pace is steady and strong as she
wraps her legs around the back of my thighs, encouraging
me.

“
Owen, baby, wait… I want…
I need
… Oh God that's so good,” she pants. “I want you
to take me from behind. Owen, please…”

Without words, I rise to my knees as she
flips over onto all fours on the bed. When she wiggles her perfect
ass at me, I give it a good smack. Olivia lets out a surprised
yelp. She's such a playful little minx. Her behind jiggles
perfectly, and I know I'll be seeing my handprint on her ass very
soon.

“
Only because you asked so nicely, I'll
gladly take you from behind. But I won't be gentle about it,” I
warn. “I fucking need to be inside of you.” I pull on her hips and
position myself behind her.

Olivia peeks at me from over her shoulder
and bites her lower lip.
Perhaps she doesn't believe me. Her mistake. I grab her hip
with one hand and guide myself into her, teasing her with just the
tip, making sure she's good and wet. And my God, is she wet. I
can't help it. I lunge forward, thrusting myself into her all the
way.

“
Fuuuck,” I groan as I plunge into her.
This position allows me to be nice and deep, just how I love
it.

I grab her hips and push and pull her
against me.
Olivia
throws her head back, and it looks like everything is in slow
motion. Her hair softly falls onto her back and then to the side as
she turns to look at me again. She starts pushing back into me.
Goddamnit. She fucking loves this. I watch my cock slide in and out
of her body as I listen to her moan with every deep
thrust.

Olivia lays her head on the bed, arches
her back like a cat, and groans with every stroke I give her. It's
fucking hot. To make things even hotter, she pushes herself up from
the mattress and wraps her arm around my neck. I reach one hand
around her waist and another takes hold of a breast, squeezing
gently. Olivia's head lolls onto my shoulder and she turns to kiss
me on my neck. I gaze into her eyes and very purposefully, very
slowly, thrust up and into her, making her feel my entire length.
The whole thing is so intimate and so foreign to me that it
overwhelms me.

“
You feel so good,
”
she
purrs.
“Make me come,
Owen. Get me there.” She tilts her head up and kisses me
gently.

I slide my middle finger into Olivia's
mouth. She sucks it softly like she was sucking my dick. Her cheeks
hollow and her tongue dances across the pad of my finger. It has a
direct correlation to my dick, and I know I need to get her to come
soon before I lose it. I'm on the verge.

With my finger good and wet, I bring it to
her clit and begin to rub in quick, small circles. She presses her
ass into me as I thrust up into her, my hips moving on their own
accord.
Get
her there. Get me there.
I rub her clit faster as my other hand tweaks and pinches
her nipple. I kiss her shoulder, lightly biting it as I begin to
pound into her harder and faster.

“
You'll come for me, Olivia. It's mine.
Give it to me,”
I
grunt.
All tenderness
has been replaced with a sense of urgency.

Olivia shatters into a million pieces with
an orgasm so strong she falls forward, mewling. “
Mmmmm Owen!
”

I grab hold of her hips as she falls and I
continue to thrust into her with such force it pushes her forward
up the bed until finally I come with a loud grunt and something
that mildly resembles her name. I pulse inside of her, filling the
condom as my fingers grip her like a vise. I'll no doubt leave
marks on her skin. Finally, I slip out of her, collapsing next to
her on the bed.

Olivia is on her stomach, eyes closed.
“What just happened?” she whispers.

“
Correct me if I'm wrong,” I say, panting,
my forearm covering my eyes, “but I think I just rocked your world.
Because you, my dear, sexy Olivia, definitely rocked mine. Holy
fuck,” I laugh. I tilt my head to look over at Olivia, who has her
face buried in the sheets, still recovering—I think. “You okay?” I
ask, shifting to lie on my side.

Olivia groans, turns to face me, and takes
a deep breath. “Aside from my insides being stretched completely
out of shape, I think I'll survive. Are you always this good in bed
or am I just the lucky recipient of some of your best
work?”

I smirk as she flips onto her back and
stretches her arms above her head. My eyes gaze over her body, and
honestly, she takes my breath away. She's unlike anyone I've ever
encountered, and that realization causes a pang of panic. Whatever
I'm feeling, these emotions are a little too intense for me and I
need to put some distance between us.
Play it cool, Owen. Otherwise she'll think
you're an asshole
.

I get up from the bed and walk towards the
bathroom.
“Why don't I
see you tomorrow and you can find out for yourself,” I say
confidently as I remove my condom, tie it in a knot and toss it in
the garbage.

As I wash my hands, I hear rustling in the
other room. When I come out, Olivia is dressed in a tank top and
boxer shorts looking like she's ready for bed. She's sipping at the
wine left in her glass from earlier. She watches me as I slip on my
boxers, despite the fact that I've got a semi from seeing her
standing there in her barely there clothes and rumpled
hair.

“
Can I have one of those?” I ask, nodding
toward her glass of wine.

Olivia smiles, but it doesn't reach her
eyes. She pours me a glass and hands it to me.

“
So…” she says nervously.

I take a long sip of wine, trying to
process all that just transpired. “This is good,” I say, tilting my
glass towards her and purposely avoiding the elephant in the
room.

The silence between us is awkward and
weird.
Eventually, I
place my glass on the dresser behind her and stand before her.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her against me.

“
Does everything you wear make you look
completely fuckable? Because this little number you're wearing…
Well, you can tell what it's doing to me.”

Olivia smiles and cocks her head to the
side, and it's fucking adorable. She knows I'm stalling. “You never
answered my question,” she says, getting back to the
point.

“
Breakfast. Tomorrow.”

Olivia gives me a smile and looks
genuinely relieved. “Breakfast would be great. I'm not speaking at
the conference tomorrow but I am attending a few talks.
So…”

I pull her close again and nuzzle her
neck. She smells like sweat and sex and me. It's intoxicating. I
kiss a trail up to her mouth and nibble at her lips.

“
Breakfast it is. And after breakfast, I'll
bring you back to your room and prove to you that I'm always this
good in bed,” I murmur before bending down to give her a soft, wet
kiss.

Olivia moans into my mouth but then
quickly pulls away, thinking better of going for another round.
“
Well
…you, um, must be exhausted.”

“
Right,” I say, mentally groaning. I press
my forehead against hers and attempt to collect my thoughts.
“You've had a long day too. I should go.” I take a step back and
gather my clothes, which are strewn across the hotel
floor.

Olivia watches in silence as I put on my
clothes.
After I'm
dressed, she comes up to me and stretches up on her tiptoes to try
and finger-style my rumpled hair.

“
Before I go…” I pull my phone out of the
pocket of my jeans and take a picture of her little black dress in
a puddle on the floor. “There. I'm keeping that one.”

Olivia laughs confidently. “Posting it on
Instagram?” she asks.

“
Maybe,” I reply as I grab my sports coat
and walk towards the door. “I'm pretty proud of that.” I give her a
wink, and she throws her head back in another throaty
laugh.

With my hand on the doorknob, I turn to
look back at Olivia. “Thanks for a very memorable night.” I let go
of the door and take Olivia's head in my hands, kissing her
forehead and then her soft lips. “I look forward to
tomorrow.”

“
Me too,” she says faintly. “Goodnight,
Owen.”

* * *

I step out of Olivia
's door and make my way down the hall
towards the elevator. I run a hand over my face, trying to rein in
my feelings about what happened. What was I thinking scheduling
breakfast with her? Hit it and quit it—that's been my motto.
Or
has
been my motto. I press the call
button for the elevator and pull out my phone to text
Travis.

Best sex ever. On all levels. Is that a
sign?

As I
'm contemplating sending the message and being subjected to
copious amounts of criticism from my best friend, the elevator
doors open. I look up from my phone and see Monica, the blonde from
the bar, and my buddy Marc making out in the corner of the car. I
wait for them to acknowledge me, but they're pretty absorbed in
their make-out session. Marc has his hand up Monica's skirt and the
buttons on her shirt are undone, exposing her white bra complete
with a nipple popping out.

I clear my throat, attempting to get their
attention.
Monica's eyes
fly open in surprise and immediately soften when she sees me
standing in the elevator door. They stop kissing and both turn
toward me, failing miserably at righting their clothes.

“
I was hoping I'd see you again
tonight,”
Monica
purrs.
“Marc was just
going to show me his room. He says he has something very big to
show me.”

I look at Marc, confusion written all over
my face. “You're staying here?” I ask, cocking my head to the
side.

Marc swings around, lifts an eyebrow, and
smirks. “
I am
tonight,
” he replies,
pulling a hotel keycard out of his back pocket.

“
Ahh, right,” I say. “
Well, I
'm sure what he wants to show you is very
impressive.”

Monica starts to laugh her horrible,
annoying, nails
-on-a-chalkboard, cringe-worthy laugh. It makes me shudder
and not in a good way.

“
You're so funny! Isn't he funny, Marc?”
she laughs.

“
Yeah, a regular Dane Cook,” he replies
dryly, clearly annoyed. Marc takes hold of Monica's hand and steps
off the elevator. “Have a good night, Maxi,” Marc calls over his
shoulder as leads Monica down the long, opulent hallway.

“
'
Night, guys. Have fun.” I wave as I step into the elevator
and hit the button for the lobby.

“
Wait! Wait!
” Monica cries, pulling Marc back towards the
elevator.

I place a hand on the elevator's sensors,
propping the doors open.

“
Why don't you come back to the room and
party with us?” Monica asks, giving me a pouty duck
face.

Surprised, I dart my eyes to Marc, who's
looking at Monica with equal surprise. Marc slowly closes his eyes
and looks my way. “Yeah, man. It'll be like old times,” he says,
shrugging his broad shoulders.

Monica reaches out and grabs my hand.
“Come on, Owen. It'll be fun. I promise,” she says
seductively.

Forty-eight hours ago, under different
circumstances, I would have joined them. Now, I have zero interest.
I pry my hand away from Monica and step back into the
elevator.