Life Support (The Breathe Series Book 2) (27 page)

Olivia throws her arms around my neck and gives me a kiss fit for a hero. “You okay, baby?” she asks, rubbing my stomach. “Looked like that maybe knocked the wind out of you.”

“Nah. I’m okay, babe. Abs of steel.” I smile.

She reaches up on her tiptoes and to get closer to my mouth. With her lips against mine, she whispers, “Kiss me, you sexy man.”

I take her face in my hands and kiss her tenderly before tugging at her lower lip with my teeth. “Did that turn you on seeing me go all caveman in protecting my lady?”

Olivia nods her head and seductively runs a finger over the lip I just bit. Her blue eyes meet mine with love, lust, and a little bit of alcohol. Fuck, she looks sexy.

“Ready to dance? I have some adrenaline I need to work out. Since I can’t fuck you right now, we’d better dance it off.”

Without any resistance, I drag her onto the dance floor, and once we settle on a spot, I put her body in front of mine. We start to sway to the music with the right guy grinding against her this time. She raises her arms and I guide them around to the back of my neck. My fingers slowly trail down the inside of her arms and the curve of her breasts before resting on her hips. Despite the heat of the club, goose bumps dance on Olivia’s skin.

As Olivia runs her hands through my hair, she lolls her head back onto my shoulder while I move my hands to her lower stomach. I dip my head to lick and nibble my way along her neck, causing Olivia to audibly moan. Although no one can hear her with the loud music, I can feel the vibrations reverberating in her chest. I speak all the naughty things I want to do to her into her ear.

“How would you feel about people watching me fuck you right here on the dance floor? Would you like people to watch as I ate you out? Would you want them to hear you come?”

Olivia moans again and quickly turns in my arms, catching my face in her hands. I kiss her hard, almost frantically. My tongue dives into her mouth, lapping at her. She meets my strokes and we lose ourselves in a deep kiss. It’s sexy, ravenous, and loving at the same time. She puts her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she starts to rub herself against me, making a feeble attempt to find relief.

As I kiss my way down her neck, Olivia leans up toward my ear and whispers loudly. “I can’t take too much more teasing from you, Maxwell. I’m going to need to do something about this aching between my legs sooner than later.”

“Mmmm, my Liv… The woman who has my heart,” I coo into her ear. “But what about our friends?”

We both turn to see Marc and Charley dancing in sync to the music. Marc is a damn good dancer and Charley looks like she can keep up. They’re sexy to watch together.

We move over to where they are dancing. I slap Marc on the back and lean into his ear, “We’re ready to get out of here. What about you two?”

Marc looks at Charley and then to Olivia. “We know where you live. We won’t be too far behind you. Charley isn’t ready yet.”

We say our goodbyes and make our way to a waiting cab. “I’ll have you know, sexy girl, that I plan on fucking you hard and fast. There’s no way I’m going to be gentle with you tonight. Oh, and the shoes? They’re staying on.”

I guide a tipsy Olivia into the cab while she giggles adorably. Once inside, I give the cab driver our address and pull Olivia onto my lap. My hands explore her perfect curves while I ravish her mouth. She catches a breath as my lips moves down her face and across her bare shoulders.

“Baby...baby!” Olivia exhales in a breathy moan. “The cab driver… He can see us…he’s watching!”

I pull away just enough to moan back, “Do I look like I give a fuck about the cab driver?”

Olivia laughs mischievously and then whimpers as my mouth finds the sweet spot on her neck, causing her to forget about our audience.

After the cab has dropped us off at our apartment, I pick Olivia up and throw her over my shoulder in a fireman carry. She laughs loudly and quickly covers her mouth to stifle the sound. I give her butt a swift slap, which causes her to flinch and squeal. Once we are inside our apartment, I toe the door shut and continue down the hall toward our bedroom with Olivia still in over my shoulder.

“The lock!” Olivia yells from behind me.

“Leave it. Marc and Charley are still coming. Besides, our bedroom door has a lock and that’s all that matters right now.”

I continue to carry her down the hallway to our room before I finally place her on her feet at the end of the bed. I turn and close our door, locking it with a click behind me. Folding my arms, I watch her intently.

“Strip for me Olivia, and leave the shoes,” I command.

Olivia reaches behind her back and unzips her dress. She languidly moves the straps down her shoulders, and with a simple shrug, it slinks down her body and pools on the floor. Carefully, she steps out of the dress and kicks it to the side, standing before me in nothing but a very small black lace thong and her sexy heels.

“Mmmm,” I groan in satisfaction as Olivia stands confidently before me in all her nearly naked glory.

Silently, I twirl my index finger, indicating for her to turn around. She makes one slow rotation and I drink her in, my eyes scanning from the curled strands of her brunette hair to her delicate shoulders to the swell of her pert breasts. Once she stops after making a complete turn, I twirl my finger again. I’m not finished looking. Olivia bites her lower lip, smiles and turns once more.

“Stop,” I demand.

She comes to an abrupt halt, facing away from me so I can view the curves of her ass and her shapely legs. I deftly start to undo my pants, and the sound of my zipper causes Olivia to inhale sharply. She can’t see what I’m doing, but she can hear everything.

I reach behind my neck and slip my shirt up and over my head, not even bothering with the buttons. Then I slide my pants and boxers down my hips, kicking them aside. As I stand behind her, my rigid cock rests in the dip of her lower back. My hands delicately glide from of her shoulders and over the sides of her arms.

“You’re perfectly beautiful,” I whisper into her neck, “and you’re all mine.” I lick around her ear and bite it playfully as she groans.

As my hands caress her skin, I kiss her shoulder and neck, placing soft, wet kisses there over and over. Starting at the base of her neck, I trail one finger down her spine, causing an explosion of sensations as she starts to pant.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I ask quietly as my other hand reaches around her waist and up her stomach to cup a full breast in my hand, my thumb and index finger softly pinching her nipple until it can cut glass.

“Mmmhmm...yes…” she exhales in a puff of air.

She pushes back against me and moves up and down, creating delicious friction on my cock, which is trapped between our bodies. The tip of my cock is wet with pre-cum. Just the thought of being inside her makes me seep with need.

I growl, “My God, Olivia. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“I’m ready for you, Owen. So ready. Take me. Please, baby.”

I grab her hips and pull her hard to me. I slide a hand from the base of her spine up to the center of her shoulder blades and press down, causing her to bend forward. “Hold on to the bedpost, Olivia. I said this was going to be fast and hard, and I always, always keep my word.”

Olivia wraps her hands around the bedpost as instructed. I put a foot between her thighs and spread them wide while a finger slips just inside the seam of her thong and between her wet folds. I groan as I find her drenched and ready for me. Using two fingers, I pull the material of her thong to the side, uncovering her wet slit. Taking my cock in my hand, I drag it up and down her wetness only once before plunging into her, filling her completely in one swift thrust. When it comes to Olivia, I’m always impatient for her.

“Oh Jesus…” I hiss as I grip her hips with my fingers.

“Owen!” Olivia exclaims as I take her.

I pull out ever so slightly and thrust back in again and again. My strokes are hard and punishing at first. The slapping of our skin echoes off the walls only to be topped by our cries of pleasure. Quickly, I find a punishing rhythm that elicits a combination of moans, screams and begging from Olivia. One hand grips her hip tight while the other grabs her shoulder, pulling her back to me repeatedly.

Olivia’s nails rake down the bedpost as I continue to sink into her, moaning her name with every thrust. She looks back at me over her shoulder. “Baby…” she pleads.

I know what she needs. I slide a hand around her hips and my hand covers her mound, my fingers finding her clitoris.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” she repeats. “Just like that. Please, Owen. Please,” she begs.

My fingers draw tight circles on her sensitive nub, and I can feel her climbing higher with each swipe, each stroke. I pull out of her and give her a swift slap on the ass.

“On the bed and on your back,” I say, panting. “When you come, I’m going to watch it in your eyes,” I order as Olivia scurries to the center of the bed and lies on her back.

She bends her knees and opens her thighs for me, her feet still rocking the heels that send shivers down my spine. So fucking sexy. My hands find the flimsy material she calls a thong. I grab the triangle covering her slit and pull, ripping the material from her body.

“Hey!” she groans.

“I’ll buy you a drawerful if I can do that more often,” I say with a smirk as I settle between her thighs, laying my body on top of hers. I position myself at her entrance and lunge forward, filling her again.

Olivia’s back bows off the bed when she feels me enter her once more. “Shit!”

I prop myself up on my hands on either side of her head and continue to plunge into her harder and so fucking deep. I know we’re both close, and in the back of my mind, I remember that our guests should be arriving soon. Switching positions, I lift my upper body so I’m resting on my knees, not once losing the rhythm of my punishing thrusts. I place a hand on her right ankle and lift it to my shoulder. Olivia arches her back at the change in friction and groans loudly. I know she loves this position. I look down at our joined bodies, me sliding out of her, glistening with her moisture with every withdrawal.

“Owen...I’m... I need… I... Oh God, I’m gonna...” Olivia tries to get out a coherent sentence, but it’s no use. There is nothing coherent about her right now.

“You want to come, Olivia?” I ask, staring down at her. My eyes alternate between locking with hers and focusing on her breasts as they shake with every thrust. It’s like heaven. I’m a visual guy and I’m getting an eyeful from all sides right now.

“Marc… Charley… Coming… Oh God… Coming…” she pants out.

“I’m fucking you,” I exhale in a grunt, “and you’re thinking about Marc and Charley?! I’m obviously not fucking you hard enough.” I drop Olivia’s leg to the side and push her back farther onto her shoulders, lifting her hips off the bed so I can pound her good and hard. “I
want
them to hear us…to hear you,” I say as I bend down, take one of Olivia’s nipples into my mouth, and suck hard. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

“Owen! Oh God, baby!” she screams. “Please… please…”

“You ready? Ready to come for me?” I pant as I slam into her. I’m ready to succumb to my bliss when she does. “Then do it, baby. Let me hear you,” I moan as my cock swells inside her. I can feel her insides start to quiver. I know she’s right there. If I just rub her clit a little more…

Suddenly, we hear the slam of the front door of our apartment, and as if on cue, Olivia explodes. She loudly screams my name and other expletives as she finds her release. She has no control of the sounds coming out of her mouth, and it’s perfect. As she continues to shake, I lean my body over hers, wrapping her in my arms and burying my face in her neck. I thrust my hips hard and deep into her before coming inside her with a low, growling grunt, calling her name.

I continue to pump into her a few more times until my arms give way, laying my full body weight on top of her. We are panting loudly, our hearts pounding as we try and come down from our high. We’re coated in a sheen of sweat. I roll off Olivia and fall to her side, my arm draping across my eyes.

“Holy fuck, Olivia. You’re going to kill me one of these days. And you know what? I’d die a very happy and satisfied man.”

Olivia turns on her side and props her head in her hand. “I could say the same to you, big guy. I may not walk again after that.”

As I pull Olivia to my side, from outside our bedroom door, we hear, “Fucking A, guys! That was fucking hot! Way to get it, Liv! Shit, I think that made
me
come!” It’s Charley.

Olivia and I look at each other and start to laugh to ourselves.

“For fuck’s sake, Charley.” Marc has obviously come to collect her. “Sorry for the interruption in your post-coital bliss, guys. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re going back to our room to try and fuck louder than you two. Goodnight!”

I hear Charley squeal as they stomp away from our door.

I move a stray hair that is clinging to Olivia’s damp face. “I love you, you sexy, little vixen,” I whisper. “Seeing you in that killer dress and then when that bastard had his hands all over you at the club, I got a little possessive of you. Although, from how things turned out, I’m gauging that you’re not complaining too much.”

Olivia throws back her head in laughter. “No. I think it all turned out very well for the both of us.”

“You know how competitive I am, right?”

Olivia nods slowly.

“So if Marc plans on having a little contest about who can be the loudest, I cannot and will not let him win in my own home. Go get yourself a glass of water and rehydrate, because I’m in it to win it.”