Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) (15 page)

“Are you here with anyone, Olivia?” he mutters as he leans closer to me. I can smell the whiskey on his breath.

“Actually, she is. She’s here with me.”

I freeze at the sound of my man behind me, and a slow grin starts to come across my face. I see Owen’s arm come out around from behind me, reaching out to Dane.

“Hi. I’m Olivia’s boyfriend. And you are?”

As Owen makes friends with the jackass, the bartender brings me my glass of wine. I take a long sip as I watch their interaction unfold.

“Hey, man. Nice to meet you too. Dane.” He smartly takes a step back from me as Owen moves into my peripheral vision from behind me. Dane looks at me and then back at Owen. “You’re a lucky man...umm…”

Owen nods at him. “Owen. And yes, I am an unbelievably lucky motherfucker.”

Yep. Owen’s drunk. If we were dogs, he would be urinating against my leg or in some sort of circular pattern around me, marking me as unavailable and completely his right about now. But, in true Owen fashion, in lieu of urinating on his property, he chooses to mark me in the way he prefers. He turns to me, his hand grabbing the nape of my neck, and pulls me to him, kissing me with more tongue than absolutely necessary to make his point. He damn near starts to lick my face. I giggle. I can’t help myself. I like when he’s possessive. I like being possessed.

“It was nice meeting you, Dane, but I think my boyfriend wants a word with me.”

Dane nods, says his goodbyes, and leaves us.

I turn into Owen’s chest and look up at him. “You’re such a shit.” I laugh.

He laughs back, giving me his wide, toothy, sexy grin. “No one touches my lady. You ready to leave? I think it’s time for a little something to remind you who you belong to, you fucking goddess.”

Owen pulls out his phone and calls our limo driver, letting him know that we’re ready to head out. We find Travis and Lucy and say our goodbyes.

“We’ll see you at brunch in the morning. If you’re late, we’ll understand,” Owen says to Travis and gives him a hug.

Travis smiles. “You’re one to talk, fucker. Thanks for everything today. I love you, man.”

“Love you too, brother. See you tomorrow.”

They slap each other on the back several times, almost reluctant to leave each other. It’s sweet—in a ‘bro’ kind of way.

Owen takes me by the hand and guides me down the gravel path to the waiting cars. The pebbles make it difficult to maneuver in my high heels, so he gently takes hold of my waist to keep me from falling. As we get to the paved area and bide our time for the car service, he wraps an arm over my shoulders and kisses me on the head. It has gotten cooler, so I’m shivering a bit. When our limo arrives, Owen opens the door and waves me in. I climb in the back of the car as daintily as I can and slide to the opposite end of the limo. He follows and settles next to me. It’s a large limo. Not a stretch, but there is a great deal of leg room back here. Owen and our driver exchange greetings and confirm our hotel before raising the glass partition, closing us off from our driver.

I put my clutch down on the floor and glance over at Owen. His tie is peeking out of his front pocket, and he’s sitting back with his legs spread wide apart and his right arm propped on the door. He looks completely relaxed. Relaxed and starved for me. It’s slightly unnerving and exhilarating at the same time.

“Owen...” I breathe. “Something on your mind?”

I know what’s on his mind, and I’m hoping he doesn’t wait until we get to the hotel room to show me.

“You. Only ever you, Olivia. Get your sweet ass over here.”

Owen reaches out to me and grabs my hand, pulling me to him. His large hands wrap around my waist and pull me up to straddle his lap. His hands slither up my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist. Taking my face in his hands, he tugs me toward him and lightly nips my lower lip. His tongue slides over the spot he bit before plunging it into my mouth. I open for him immediately as he takes me in a hungry, needy kiss. It’s wet and sloppy and sexy as hell.

My fingertips tightly grip the back of the seat on either side of his head as we continue to kiss. I feel his hands rubbing up and down my thighs, his thumbs moving closer and closer to my panties with every stroke. His hands fasten to my ass and urgently pull me toward him. My now exposed panties find the considerable bulge in his pants; the fabric and zipper rubbing me in just the right place.

“Unnngh…” I groan and involuntarily my hips push towards him.

His hand runs up my back and into my hair, pulling my head back, giving him access to my neck. His lips find that tender spot at the base and a violent shudder runs through me. Gooseflesh makes its way from my neck, over my chest, and down my arms. I think I whimper, but I’m not sure. His lips continue their assault on my neck, licking, biting, soothing.

“I think I need to remind you who you belong to, Olivia,” he murmurs into my neck. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

I don’t know if it’s the buzz I have or just the power of Owen, but I am completely under his spell. I would do just about anything this man asked me to at this point. I love it when he’s like this—possessive and sexy. Like he wants to mark me. I squirm on his lap, anticipating his next moves.

Owen pulls his tie out of his pocket and holds it in front of me. He hasn’t said anything, but I understand what he wants to do. We’ve never really done anything like this, but we’re both drunk and a little uninhibited. I lift my hands up from his biceps, where I’ve been holding on to him tight, my breathing labored. I bring my wrists in front of me, offering myself to him. He takes my wrists and tenderly kisses the inside of each one before bending my arms behind my back. Gently wraps the silk fabric around them and purposefully ties it loosely. I could easily get my hands out, but it’s the thought that counts.

The top of my dress is gaping now that my dress has been pushed up. He slowly slips one finger under the strap on one side and slides it down my arm. He then repeats this on the opposite side. My top pools at my waist and he is faced with the strapless bustier I’m wearing underneath. It is a beautiful lace bustier I bought especially to wear with my dress. It pushes my breasts up, and Owen sucks in a breath as they are exposed.

“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers and drops his head to lick from one swell of my breast to the other.

He uses his finger again to pull the bustier down, revealing my entire chest. Leaning forward, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I moan loudly at the sheer pleasure of his warm tongue on my sensitive skin. He sucks, licks, and nibbles, all to the sound of my mewls of bliss. His hands move restlessly over my thighs, kneading and groping, until he pulls back and lifts the bottom my dress to see my nude thong. My hips are moving, allowing me to rub against his rock-hard erection. The thin material of my panties are soaked at this point. Feeling this, he lifts his eyes to mine and in the dim light from the side rail I see they are dark, hooded, lustful. I slip my hands out of the tie, as I knew I would be able to, and before he has a chance to protest, I put my hands on his chest and push myself off his lap so that I’m kneeling in front of him.

Now, this would be a pretty bold mood given that we’re just driving to the hotel. Except I know this ride will take an hour at the least, so I feel confident that I’m good on time. Plus, I’m drunk and horny.
Ain’t nothing stopping this crazy train
.

I lean toward him a bit, my breasts out of my bustier, pushed up by the underwire. He looks tortured and sexy, his eyes dark and stormy. His hand reaches out and caresses my cheek. He knows what I’m going to do. I unbuckle his belt, slowly unbutton his pants, and pull down his zipper. It’s not easy given that it’s straining against the beast trying to escape.

When I start to tug on the waist, he lifts his hips to help me. I pull his pants and his boxer briefs down just enough to free his enormous cock. In the dim light of the limo, I can see its purple head, the moisture at the tip. I make an ‘O’ with my mouth, appreciating the beauty of this massive phallus. When I place my hand around him, he grunts, his hips involuntarily pushing up into my greedy grip. I stroke him from root to tip, gently squeezing the head when I reach it, causing him to jerk.

Placing one hand on his thigh, I lean forward and softly kiss the tip. Owen exhales a low, deep, agonizing groan, which only encourages me. There is nothing like giving this man pleasure. Not just because I know he’ll return the favor tenfold, but because I like knowing that I can do this to him. Owen is not a man without experience, and for me, it feels like a big win that I turn him on this much.

I take him in my mouth—all the way—until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I stop before I gag but swallow, allowing him to feel the muscles of my throat clamp down on him. His head falls back as I use a combination of my hand and my mouth to stroke and suck. I cup his balls and give them a very gentle squeeze as he lets out a huff of breath. I accept his full length in my mouth once more, this time just about gagging. Owen would never hurt me in any way, this I know. But I also know that he loves to watch me give him a blow job and that it turns him on to no end when I can’t help but gag a little, too full of him.

His hands have found my hair again and he is grabbing fistfuls, trying to control himself, to keep from fucking my mouth the way he wants to. He may be drunk, but he won’t come in my mouth if he has the option to fuck me—only if we’re pressed for time or I really push it. As expected, he suddenly pulls me back away from him by the hair.

“Stop... Shit... No, baby,” he grunts, having difficulty finding words. “I want—shit that feels good—to fuck you… Please...I want to fuck you.”

I pull back and lick my lips, disappointed that I’m not going to get to taste more of him but anticipating what’s next.

“Yeah?” I question. “You want to fuck me, Owen?”

He nods in a heated daze. “I need you like I need my next breath.”

I grab my breasts and squeeze them together. Because they’re pushed so high, I have an advantage, and I bend my head down, lifting a breast to my mouth and seductively flick my tongue over my nipple.

“Oh holy fucking hell, Liv...”

Owen grabs me by the waist and quickly throws me up onto the seat before positioning himself down on the floor of the limo. As I’m settling myself, he puts his hands on both knees and pushes my legs up and back, my feet finding the seat. My legs are spread open for him, my pussy exposed. He reaches forward and, slipping his finger into the crotch of my thong, pulls until I hear a rip and they are off me. Then they’re thrown to the floor of the limo. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Goddamn... So wet...and all mine.” After leaning forward and licking the entire length of my aching pussy, he ends with a suck on my clit.

“Oh, baby! Owen...more... More...please…” I plead.

His eyes lift to mine, his mouth still firmly attached to my clit, his tongue doing wicked, wicked things to me. He grins, not changing his pressure in any way. Bastard. He plants one final kiss on my mound and moves so he is now on his knees. He leans over me, one hand on either side of my hips, until he is just a centimeter away from my lips. I can smell myself on him and I just about combust.

“Right now, I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to scream. You’re going to give our limo driver a raging hard-on from listening to you. And you’re going to come. You’re going to come hard while I’m buried balls-deep inside of you.”

Owen grips my hips and tugs me toward him, effortlessly sliding me along the seat’s soft, smooth leather. His hand reaches to his side to grab my calf, lifting my leg to his hip and placing my foot over his shoulder. I am completely open and exposed to him now as his lust-filled eyes roam my body. He grabs ahold of his cock by the base, squeezing it—his tell that he’s trying to hold back. My wetness clings to him as he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit.

“You are so soaked, Olivia. Have you been fantasizing of how I would finish you off tonight?”

I nod desperately.
Less talk, more fuck
, I think to myself. He must be reading my mind, because as the last word of that thought hits my brain, he slams into me, fully seating himself inside. I scream.

“Fuck, Liv. You’re so
fucking
tight!”

He stills as I get my bearings. Too full of Owen is quite literally too full. No matter how many times we’ve had sex, he’s still awfully big for my body, and from this angle, he’s about to split me in half. He starts to pull out slowly, looking me in the eyes. He is assessing me, watching to make sure it’s not too much. He has one hand beside my hip and the other gripping the ankle of the foot on his shoulder. His thumb grazes my heel, my instep, and it’s like a little string attached to my nether regions is being plucked every time he strokes my foot. He pushes back in as slowly as he pulled out, concern on his face.

“Good?” he asks.

“Fucking phenomenal,” I reply.

He gives me his sexy grin and slams into me, pushing me up the seat. I scream again, but he knows now it’s in pleasure and his tenderness is a thing of the past. He starts pounding into me. The loud cadence of his balls slapping my ass and the sound of my wetness reverberate in the small area. I’m a little drunk, so I’m also very responsive, and I’m not going to last long in this position at all.

"Owen...God, I'm going to come..."

I am barely able to breathe—he is taking all of my breath away. Not just with the fucking, although the fucking is insanely good, but with his face. The way he looks at me. He
makes
me want to be his. Makes me want to please him.

He kisses my ankle and licks a little down my calf. "You need to wait. I'm not ready for you to come," Owen says darkly.

Ohhh God...he's going to be the death of me.

He’s pulling me down onto him as he pounds up into me, and I swear I can feel him in my throat. He starts to rotate his hips a bit and I begin to unravel.

“Owen... God, baby, please... I can’t wait... I’m going to explode... Come with me, baby. Come on.” When his thumb hits my clit, I mewl, "Oh, Owen, shit!" I can't help but rock my hips up towards his tempting hand, looking for relief from this buildup that has been climbing in me slowly but surely as the night has gone on.