Rescue Breathing (17 page)

“
I need to taste you, Olivia,” I growl, my
fingers sliding down her panty-covered pussy, teasing her. The
thought of eating her makes me salivate.

My fingers slide her black lace thong to
the side, exposing her glistening pussy.
A tuft of hair sits above her clit, but her lips
are bare.

“
Beautiful...” I murmur before I push my
tongue between her folds and lap up the first of her sweet juices.
Olivia exhales loudly as her breathing increases. “Mmmm…
So good,
” I breathe into her pussy as I continue
to feast on her, my nose rubbing her hardening clit as my tongue
traces circles around her wet opening.

“
Oh God, Owen
…” she pants.

I slip my tongue inside her, licking and
sucking.
Her hands slide
into my hair and press my face tighter against her wetness. I
remove a hand from her thigh and slip my middle finger inside her
while I French kiss her clit with firm, steady strokes. One finger
fucks her, then two, and she moans with the addition.

“
Come in my mouth, Olivia. Fuck! You taste
so goddamn good,” I say breathlessly, unrelenting in my pursuit for
her pleasure.

After a few moments of shivers and
convulsions, Olivia does as I ask. “Now, Owen… Oh God, I'm coming.
Now. Now.” She grabs my hair as her back arches, pushing the back
of her head against the chaise lounge and, in kind, pressing her
sweet pussy into my face.

I grip her leg behind the knee and lift it
just enough so that she
's opened up to me. I let out a deep groan as she continues
to moan and ride her orgasm while I press on, lapping up every
precious drop.

“
Fuck, that was hot, Olivia,” I smile,
looking up at her. I dip my head back down between her legs,
quickly licking her from ass to clit. Her breath hitches as my
tongue makes contact with her sensitive clit and I cannot help but
smile. “Mmm mmm mmmm,” I hum.

I rise to my feet and start to unlatch my
belt buckle. The way she's looking up at me, all post-orgasmic and
flushed, may be one of the sexiest things I've seen. Olivia reaches
up, pushing my hands away as she proceeds to unzip my pants and
slide them down over my hips, all the while keeping my
gaze.

Olivia sucks in a breath and bites her
lower lip as she gets an eyeful of my erection straining against my
boxers. She reaches out tentatively, slowly, teasingly pulling back
the waistband of my boxers to expose the head of my throbbing cock.
Olivia looks up to me, sticks out her tongue, and slowly traces a
line around the head, which by now is purple and swollen and
dripping pre-cum. Pulling down my boxers past my hips, she takes me
into her mouth, massaging me with the flat of her tongue up and
down my length. Her mouth is stretched tight as she attempts to
take me farther into her mouth, gagging slightly when she finds her
limit.

“
Jesus Christ, Olivia,” I mutter under my
breath.

She smiles with satisfaction as she pulls
back.
Grabbing the base
of my cock with an almost delicate firmness with one hand and
cupping my full balls with the other, she continues to suck on me.
It's perfection.

“
Holy fuck, you have an amazing mouth...” I
grab her soft hair in my hands, careful not to ram my entire length
down her throat.

She smiles up at me and takes me deep
again.
I can't look away
as she moves her hand and mouth up and down my hard cock. Holy
hell! This woman should be sharing her knowledge of blowjobs with
the world. She could help bring world peace with her mouth, but if
I don'
t stop her now,
I
'm going to explode
down her throat.

“
Pocket,
” I say breathlessly. “Pocket of my pants. There's a
rubber. Get it,” I command.

Olivia fishes out the
extra
-large foil packet
from my pants and tears it open. She delicately places the tip of
the condom over my dick, her finger gripping and pulling, teasing
and tormenting me as she rolls it down my thick length to the base.
I quickly help her to her feet. Although her heels help, I dwarf
her small frame. It makes me feel more masculine, and I instantly
feel possessive of her. Lifting her leg to my hip, I bend my knees
to counterbalance our height difference. Taking my dick in my hand,
I slowly slide it up and down her wet pussy, back and forth, back
and forth.

“
Olivia,” I say, kissing down her neck.
“Get ready.”

Without hesitation, I nudge the wide head
of my cock into her entrance.
I want all of her. Now. But I restrain myself. She's small.
I'm big…everywhere. You do the math.

She gasps slightly but wraps her hands
around my neck, encouraging me.
I slide inch by thick inch inside her until she's taken my
entire length and I groan from the feeling of being engulfed in
her. She's tight. She'
s
wet. She
's
perfect.

Olivia's knees buckle, so I hook my arms
under her knees and lift her against the wall, lodging my cock deep
inside of her. Suspended and depending on me for her support, she
stiffens at the sudden shift but relaxes quickly, trusting me
enough not to drop her. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing
herself against me

“
Feel how deep I am inside of you?” I ask,
panting. “Fuck, you feel incredible, Liv.” I bite out through
gritted teeth.

I start to kiss along her jaw and down her
neck as I slowly rock in and out of her with her back pressed
against the wall. Fucking up and into her allows me to move a scant
inch at a time. The friction feels incredible, but I need
more.

I spin her like a ballerina so I'm sitting
on the chaise. We sink down together, the force of the movement
pushing me so deep inside of her that I swear I punctured a vital
organ. Her eyes squeeze shut as I fill her and she lets out a
slight squeak.

“
Are you okay?” I ask as I watch her closed
eyes.

She opens them to find me staring at
her.
“
You feel so good, Owen
…” she whispers.

“
Ride me, Olivia. Just like you did last
night.”

Olivia adjusts her knees on either side of
me and takes my head in her hands.
The look on her face is blissful, adorable, almost
loving, which confuses me a bit. She leans down and kisses me
lightly, then more deeply as my mouth opens to hers. Olivia rocks
her hips slowly and methodically, matching the rhythm of her tongue
as it massages and laps at mine.

“
Faster, Olivia...Move faster.” My hands
push and pull at her hips. I have an indescribable need for
more.

She circles her hips, rising and falling
faster.
If it's
possible, she's making me harder still. I kiss along her jaw and
neck, nipping at the sensitive skin between her neck and
shoulder.

She cries out and moans loudly into my
ear. “More, Owen...More…”

I wrap my arms around her lower back,
pulling her tight to my chest.
I plant my feet firmly on the floor and thrust upwards into
her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her with every quick
stroke. Olivia wraps her arms around my neck, absorbing my thrusts,
and holds on for dear life. My heart is racing, my pulse thumping,
my legs trembling.

“
Owen
…I'm so close… Please,” she pleads with me.

I can feel her squeezing me tight as I
continue to fuck up and into her, harder and faster.
Olivia starts a guttural groan
as her orgasm begins to build. I press my forehead against her
shoulder as I work hard to make her come again for me. Her
breathing starts to increase and her moans become louder. I lightly
bite the tender spot where her neck hits her shoulder and she
shoots off like a damn rocket. All the air leaves her body, and
then with a sharp inhale, she grinds herself onto my cock, riding
the waves of another crashing orgasm. It grips me like a vise, and
it's heaven.

“
Fuck, Olivia, yes…” I cry out. “Just like
that…”

She milks my cock with the spasms from her
orgasm, and what little self
-control I had, she's taken. I twist her to the side,
pushing her back against the soft cushions of the chaise as I
thrust hard into her.

I groan, muffling my release in to her
skin.
“Yes…yes…yes…” I
murmur over and over again as I come hard inside her.

We lie still together, both panting with
hearts pounding.
After
what feels like several minutes, I gently kiss her shoulder, slip
out of her, and sit upright on the chair.

“
Goddamnit, Olivia. You're
addictive.”

Olivia quickly sits up and rearranges her
shirt, running her palms down the front of her short skirt like
we've just done something horribly wrong. Or maybe I did something
wrong. I don't get this woman. One minute she's all confident and
aggressive, and the next she's jealous and insecure. I grab a few
tissues from the counter and hand them to her so she can clean up
while I dispose of my condom.

“
Are you okay? Do you want to talk about
this? Or are we good? I—”

“
No! We're good. That was… Well…” She
fidgets some more. “That was pretty amazing!”

I smile with relief. “
Yeah. Amazing.
” I walk up to her, pulling her hips close to
mine. “Give me twenty minutes and we can do this again,” I grin,
pressing my forehead to hers.

“
Oh. Wow.” she says, taken off
guard.

I laugh. “Let's go back out to our friends
and enjoy the night, okay?” Bending my knees, I look her in the
eyes.

“
Okay.” Olivia grabs her clutch and checks
herself in the mirror one last time before unlocking the bathroom
door.

“
You look beautiful. Puffy, just-fucked
lips and all,” I tease playfully as I slap her butt on the way out
the door. Olivia yelps and skips out the door, both of us oblivious
to the stares we get from the people waiting in line for the
restroom.

“
I'm going to check in with Charley!”
Olivia yells over the crowd, pointing towards her friend. I give
her a thumbs up and point my two index fingers towards Travis and
Marc. She nods, understanding my non-verbal cues and smiles at me
with a look so happy and sincere that I can feel a fissure form in
the rust surrounding my heart.

I
'm fucked.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Owen

When Travis sees me, he throws up his
hands and tosses his head towards the ceiling, his knees buckling
dramatically.
“Finally,
Jesus. I'm bored as hell watching Marc work his magic on your
friend's friend.  What's her name, Marc?”

“
Charlotte but goes by Charley. Isn't that
sexy?” Marc beams. No. Seriously. He is emitting light from his
1400-watt smile. I furrow my brow in confusion. Marc juts his jaw
towards Olivia and her girlfriend and takes a long swig of his
scotch. “
Your girl
Olivia
's friend. She's a
knockout, isn't she?” he asks, his eyes not straying from the
women.

“
Where did you run off to? And what took
you so damn long?” Travis asks. I smirk at him and reach for my
fresh beer, my eyes saying all that needs to be said. “You fucker!
You fucked her in the bathroom just now, didn't you?” Travis pushes
on my chest. “You dog! You know,” Travis says, running his hand
down his face in a mixture of jealousy and contempt, “sometimes you
really make me want to stay single. The world is your oyster,
man.”

“
Yep. Just looking for the one with a
pearl,” I smile as my eyes settle on a very animated Olivia as she
talks to her friend, Charley.

As if she knew I was talking about her,
she glances my way and catches me staring.
She smiles and bites her lip, and I wink
back in response. I swear I see her blush.
Watch yourself, Owen.
She'
s just a
weekend fling. It
's back to normal in two days
. Normal. Normal is boring. This...This right
here, right now, is exciting. Could Olivia become my new normal? I
shake my head to clear my thoughts and look back toward Travis, who
is watching my nonverbal exchange with Olivia.

“
She does it for you, doesn't she?”
Travis asks smiling.

“
Olivia? Meh. Maybe,” I reply with a shrug
of my shoulder, attempting to sound nonchalant and unaffected.
“It'
s just a vacation
fling.
In a couple days,
she'll go home and that will be that.”

“
She lives in New York, right?” Marc pipes
in.

“
Yeah. So?”

“
So...you call her when you get back home,
asshole. Ask her out. On a real date. That's what normal people
do,” Travis encourages.

“
I think we're past the 'first date' phase,
Travis.” I'm slightly annoyed that we're getting into this here at
the club. These guys know how I operate. I'm better off
alone.

“
She's into you too, Maxi,” Marc chimes in.
“I've been watching the girls giggling over there and you must have
pounded her good in that bathroom. She hasn't stopped talking to
Charley since she got back from the bathroom, all swollen lipped
and well fucked.”