Claiming Olivia II (6 page)

I put an arm around his shoulders as we watched, excited at the prospect that he was so proud of what I did while he was gone. After the match was over, Mitch reached up and took the cigarette out of my mouth and placed it in the ashtray. I raised an eyebrow at him as he reached past me and drank some of my soda.

“What are you doing Mitchell?” I asked curiously.

“Prep.”

“For?”

“This,” he replied, slightly sitting up and kissing me.

I won’t lie; that soft, tender kiss took my breath away and when I felt his lips smiling against mine, I felt like that lost teenager being found all over again.

Mitch pulled back and winked at me before sitting up and taking drink from his glass. I reached for him and pulled him back toward me. He rested his head on my shoulder as I leaned down and kissed him. I desperately wanted that feeling again. I wanted to be found. I wanted to be loved. I wanted everything to be the way it was but most of all, I wanted Mitch to love me like he did so many years ago. I wanted him to realize that I had the option of leaving him and I wanted him to make me not want to take it. I wanted him to make me feel like Alejandro was a distant second not a possible first.

Mitch pushed me back onto the couch and untangled my legs from underneath me. I laughed as he pulled his shirt off and did a quick faux sexy dance over me. His refusal to take most things seriously was yet another trait that I favored.

“The window’s open,” I said, glancing out into the city street.

“So what?” he asked, pulling my shorts off and tossing them to the floor.

“So, maybe this isn’t something the entire neighborhood wants to see or hear?” I said meaningfully with a raised eyebrow.

With a loud over-exaggerated sigh, he got off of the couch and closed the windows. I pointed at the curtains and he shook his head and lowered them as well.

“Brace yourself, Livie. You’re about to get the best three minutes of your life,” Mitch joked as he came back to the couch.

I laughed and sat up. I pushed him onto his back and pulled his basketball shorts off. For the first time since the last time with Alejo, I actually felt comfortable with the sex thing. I knew I wasn’t going to be chained to a door and I knew I wasn’t going to be spanked or whipped or whatever.

But one question still lingered as I slid my hand into his boxers; would I enjoy it?

Mitch pulled me down to him and kissed me as I used my hands on his erection. He always told me that I was a “wizard” with my hands and he loved when I touched him. I admit that I enjoyed having that power over him. Having him vulnerable in my hands and loving every second of it was extremely liberating.

I watched his face as he looked at me, eyes burning with desire at my simple touch, and I carefully pulled his boxers off, allowing his erection to spring free of its restraint.  I gripped his hard cock firmly with every intention of putting it in into my mouth (another favorite of his) when he reached for me and began to pull my panties off. I helped him shove them the rest of the way off and let them fall to the floor.

“You can suck my dick later if you want. Get on. Now,” he said in a voice husky with wanton desire.

I did as he asked; I straddled Mitch and I slid him deep inside of me. He gasped and closed his eyes as I started to move up and down gently on top of him, rotating my hips a bit with each lowering of my body further onto his. I wasn’t sure when the last time was that Mitch had had sex and to be honest, if it was while I was with Alejandro, I couldn’t be angry. No matter how badly I wanted to be, I just couldn’t. I could chalk it up to that lame ‘being on a break’ excuse and let it go.

“Faster, Liv,” he breathed through clenched teeth.

I leaned down to put my hands on his shoulders for support and he gripped my hips tightly, letting his strong fingers dig into my flesh. That was a sure fire sign that he wanted me to stop moving back and forth and start bouncing quickly on his dick, so I did.

For each time that I crashed down onto him, he would ram himself up causing me to moan. But I think it was when he held me just above him and moved himself up and down with such a fierceness that I completely forgot about everything else around us. Hell, he could have left the windows open and I probably wouldn’t have given two shits in this moment. He held me stationary a few inches above him and kept ramming up into me until my body started to tremble with my impending orgasm. I grabbed my own nipples and started to tug on them increasing the ever-growing ecstasy I was feeling.

But something happened that had never happened with Mitch before. He stopped thrusting into me for a moment and turned me over so that my face was buried in the throw pillow and he pushed into me from behind, filling me fuller than I thought possible. Mitch’s normal thing was: one position, beginning to end. Either you or I will cum and then we’re done.

I closed my eyes tightly and grunted when he gripped a fistful of hair and arched me back toward him. Another first. Mitch moved hard inside of me and the harder and faster he slammed, the more my body started to react. I reached underneath myself and started to furiously rub my clit, matching his frantic pace, because I could feel my orgasm coming and it was rapidly approaching its peak.

I wanted to see if, for once, I could beat him to it and he didn’t seem to have an issue with that. The more I rubbed the harder he pushed, almost like he actually wanted me to cum before he did.

A few more of his steady movements inside of me was all it took for my body to tighten up before I started to shake and felt myself start to cum. The fireworks on the Fourth of July couldn’t possibly compare to the explosion taking place inside me at the time. I spiraled down and around, time and time again, as he continued his glorious assault on my pussy.

“Oh God, Mitch!” I screamed out as he pulled out of me and I felt his seed start to squirt onto my ass and lower back, leaving a heated trail in its wake.

He was breathing heavy for a moment, before he slapped the side of my thigh and laughed, effectively pushing me over onto my side.

“That was fun, don’t you think?” he asked.

I laughed and closed my eyes after rolling my eyes at him; for the first time after sex with Mitch, I was exhausted. I opened my eyes for a moment and let them focus, before I pushed my hair out of my eyes and glanced at the time. I wasn’t sure how long that took but it was definitely longer than three minutes.

After a moment of lying motionless on the couch, I pushed myself up and went into the bathroom where I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. I washed myself off while Mitch stood there cleaning his dick and watching me perform my own cleaning ritual.

“Hey Livie?” he asked.

“Yeah?”

I turned to look at him just in time for him to whack me in the face with his cock before he ran off laughing into the living room.

As long as he doesn’t get drunk and apprehensive, I think this could work again,
I thought laughing and tossing my washcloth into the hamper.

I
t was the midnight release of a game that Mitch and I had been excited about for a few days. We arrived an hour and a half before the gaming store in the mall opened and he stood in line patiently, while I went to get our pre-order information. Inside the store was another small line and as I got in the back of it, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smiled; the one person I had been wanting to hear from, the same person I had sent the picture of the Spanish skyline too, had finally responded.

I raised an eyebrow. I wondered what kind of sick was meant, but I also didn’t want to pry, so instead I just sent back an “I’m sorry” and put my phone away when it vibrated again.

I smiled softly and replied saying that I would. Friends like this were hard to come by and I wanted nothing more than for them to be okay but the illness wouldn’t be mentioned if it wasn’t serious. I sighed unhappily and put my phone back into my pocket. 

“Excuse me, miss?”

I glanced up and saw that one of the employees was free at the register and waiting for me.

“Sorry about that,” I mumbled, reaching into my right jeans pocket and pulling out the receipt that confirmed the pre-order.

“Not a problem!” he replied cheerfully as he read the receipt then turned his attention back to the register. 

A few clicks and clacks on his keyboard later and he handed me back the receipt along with some kind of raffle ticket.

“What’s this?” I asked curiously, holding up the burnt orange colored ticket.

“Oh, it’s for when you’re waiting in line. We’ll be giving away some random stuff to make the wait more bearable,” he explained with a laugh.

I laughed as I turned and walked out of the store. I made my way down the row of people until I found Mitch leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Look! Raffle ticket fun!” I exclaimed holding it up.

“What’s that about?” he asked with a grin.

“Apparently so we don’t riot while waiting in line,” I said with a shrug.

With an understanding nod, he pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, but knowing better than to pull it out and answer it.

Those two never got a long; Mitch and the person awaiting my reply. If I pulled my phone out now and he read who I was talking to, the entire thing would be off and my choice would be made for me.

But would it be so bad? To live the life of a world traveler with a young, gorgeous Spaniard who wanted nothing more than for me to love him?

I wasn’t sure yet and I didn’t want to jeopardize what could potentially turn back into the greatest and only love story I had ever been a part of.

Mitch in his own way was my Romeo and I was his Juliet. I loved him before and I felt like I loved him still.

The line started to move and Mitch let go of me. I moved in front of him and he put his hands on my hips, resting his chin on top of my head. One of the guys from the game store came out and started calling off raffle ticket numbers. I had one of the winners and Mitch went to get our prize; a poster of the new game.

Fifteen minutes later we had the game in our hand and we were walking out of the mall when my phone vibrated again. A second text with no response meant that something bad was happening and I had to find out what so when we got to the car I told Mitch I was going to stand outside and have a cigarette. He nodded and got into the car to warm it back up.

I walked toward the back of the car and lit my cigarette. As I slid my lighter into my back pocket, I pulled the phone out and checked my messages.

I sent a message back. I asked for just a little more time and I would sell my soul if I had to, to be able to fly to where I needed to go. My friends were my life and no one should have to go through what was happening alone.

I turned around and glanced at Mitch who was patiently sitting in the car, before I turned my attention back to my phone.

She’s going to kill me for this,
I thought finding Sofia’s phone number and hitting the call button.

“Hello?” she asked in a thick voice after five rings.

“I need you to go with me somewhere,” I said quietly.

“Olivia, it’s one in the fucking morning,” she grumbled.

“I know but ... It’s important. Call Cassidy and see if she can come too. We’re needed and unfortunately, the way it sounds, we should probably pack black clothes,” I replied softly.

Sof stayed quiet for a moment. I could tell that she immediately caught on to what I was saying.

“I’ll call Cass right now. Just try to finish up what you’re doing with Mitchell so we can get him and Alejandro together. I hate to do this, but by the end of the week, I want you all back in my living room with your mind made up,” she said before she hung up the phone.

M
itch and I had stayed up til two in the morning playing the new game. He had to go to work the next morning and I had to get on the phone with my best friend as soon as possible to find out what the hell was going on.

The incessant phone calls on my end were never answered though. I knew there would only be one reason for it, so I immediately called Sofia.

“We have to go
now,
” I said urgently. “Did you get ahold of Cassidy?”

“Yeah, she said she’s game but Olivia if we leave today this is going to be extremely expensive,” she warned.

Fuck. She was right. I sat there quietly for a moment racking my brain, before I sighed.

“I’ve got it taken care of. Just grab Cass and get over here asap.”

I flipped through my contacts again like a madwoman until I came to Alejandro’s name. With as much as I hated to do this, it was a dire situation and I needed his help.

“Hola,” he answered cheerfully.

“Hey. I need to ask you for a really shitty favor,” I said in a small voice.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I need three round trip tickets to Greece.”

“Greece?” he asked curiously.

“Yes. If you can’t help me just let me know. I already feel like shit for asking you,” I replied miserably.

“Olivia, I told you that I would always do my best to make you happy and if this is what you need, then I will provide. Just tell me what airport you are leaving from and I will make my way there,” he replied kindly.

I started to cry. I couldn’t help it. Alejandro was such a good man that he didn’t even question why I was about to blow through a few thousand of his dollars.

“Thank you,” I managed to say between my sobs.  I took a deep breath and managed to tell him what airport would be best and he said he was on his way.