I pushed my way past him, not even stopping to give him a reply, and made my way up to the second floor, our floor. There was a reason I left the first floor fuckery to Will, Colton, and Tyler. It was their baby, and it held zero interest for me right now. The only thing I was interested in, apart from violence and threats, was lying in a pretty pink bed somewhere in Sandland, hopefully thinking about me too. Maybe one day, I’d have use for the first floor, but if I did, it’d be with her. No one else.
The rooms there could be booked out for couples. There were themed rooms too. The lads loved the communal rooms, but their absolute favourite was the dark room. That was an idea they’d had well before we even opened up the club. Going into the dark room meant giving up total control to whoever was assigned to join you there, although we insisted on signed waivers before they even entered and guests who used it had to have all manner of checks before they were allowed to reach that level of membership to The Sanctuary. To give the boys their dues, they’d done an amazing job. I’d seen what they’d created, but it wasn’t something I partook in, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to hear about it tonight.
Once I climbed the last few steps to our floor, I let Tyson off his lead and instantly he bounded down to where my room was, sitting outside the door, waiting for me to open it. I had the largest room at the front of the building. Years ago, this would probably have been the staffroom, but now, it was all mine.
I unlocked the door and flicked on the lights. Tyson plodded in slowly, making his way over to his bed in the corner to lay down and settle himself in for the night. I locked the door behind me then threw my keys down onto the table by the door. My room didn’t have much. A large king-size bed sat at the far side, dominating the room, but it only had basic white sheets on it. I didn’t go for all the fancy shit that Colton liked to have on his. There were tables either side of it and a rug in the middle of the wooden floor that Tyson had started shredding. I couldn’t give a fuck. Who else was going to see it?
Keeping with the minimalist, couldn’t-give-a-shit theme, I kept my clothes on a rail at the far side of the room, right by the door that led to my bathroom. The noise from the club was only a distant buzz up here, but once I put some music on or turned on the T.V–which was the only thing I had on my wall–you could drown out the sound pretty easily. This was my space, and nobody–apart from the soldiers–had ever stepped foot in here.
I kicked off my Nikes and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Tonight had been a total washout and I didn’t feel like I’d gotten my full fix of Olivia. Perhaps coming straight home had been the wrong choice. Maybe I should have taken the opportunity to go that little bit further tonight and gone into her house. But sometimes, I couldn’t think straight where she was concerned. My head was a fucking nightmare at the best of times, but when it came to Olivia, I couldn’t even second guess myself.
I took my mobile out and fired off another message, hoping she wouldn’t keep me hanging until morning if she’d fallen asleep.
Me: Are you ready to play? Your game of consequences hasn’t finished tonight, Olivia.
I hit the send button and held the phone up, staring at the screen to see if she’d reply. And then my heart threatened to jump out of my chest as I saw those three dots dance around in front of me. She never let me down.
Olivia: Unless it involves sleep, I’m not interested. Fuck off. Don’t you think you’ve ruined enough of my night?
Now that was just an invitation to think of new methods to worm my way under her skin.
Me: How have I ruined your night? Talking to me must be the highlight of your whole fucking day.
She sent me an emoji of two fingers pinching together and then…
Olivia: I’m this close to blocking your ass, Noble.
It was a weak come back. There was no way she could ever block me out. If I wanted to be heard, I would.
Me: Try it. See what happens.
I smiled to myself, knowing she’d be rolling her eyes and agreeing with me. It was fucking pointless.
Olivia: I know exactly what’ll happen. You’ll find some other way to stalk me.
Stalk, admire… It was all one and the same.
Me: You’re learning fast.Now. Task. Are you ready for it?
I wouldn’t give her anything too taxing this late at night. Just enough to let her know I was in control.
Olivia: Ugh! Out of sheer boredom and curiosity, I’ll bite. What do you want?
That was more like it.
Me: I want you to send me a photo.
I knew she’d come back with a ‘fuck off’ and I was right.
Olivia: Fuck off. I’m not sending you nudes.
Did she really think I was that predictable?
Me: Did I say that was what I wanted?
Yeah, I wanted to see her, but not through a photo. When that happened, I wanted the real thing.
Olivia: You’re a guy. A pretty fucking messed up one at that. Of course that’s what you want.
She still had a lot to learn about me.
Me: I wouldn’t say no, but that’s not the task. I want you to send me a photo of something that means something to you.
I thought I was being pretty poetic, cryptic even, asking her to think about all the things she cared about in her world. I wanted to gain insight into what made her tick. Maybe it’d be a photo of her family, or her friends, or that necklace she always wore with the shell on it. What I got moments later had me choking on my can of Coke.
Olivia: Here’s Ronaldo, or Ronnie for short. I call him that ‘cos he hits the spot every time.
She’d sent me a picture of a huge fucking black vibrator, and it pissed me right off.
Me: Do you think you’re funny?
I replied, stabbing the letters out on my screen as I tried not to throw my phone against the wall. How could this girl make me go from horny to fucking fuming within seconds? No one got to me like she did.
Olivia: I’m fucking hysterical. And yes, this does mean something to me. It gets me off but doesn’t make me feel like shit in the morning. Ronnie would never cheat on me, and he doesn’t bring a shitload of baggage with him. Now, are we finished here? Because Ronnie and I were busy before you so rudely interrupted us.
Fuck me. She was actually using that damn thing when I texted her? And now, I was back to being horny, what with her leaving me with that mental image to go to bed with. Well, let’s be honest, sleep was the last thing I was going to be doing once this conversation ended.
Me: I wanna watch.
Again, I knew what her answer would be, but I couldn’t help myself. I was a red-blooded male, after all.
Olivia: I bet you do. But tough shit, I’m drawing my curtains and having some ‘me time.’ Get your kicks elsewhere, psycho.
Did she think I was outside? If I was honest with myself, I wished I was, because one thing was certain, I wouldn’t stand there in the dark and just watch. I was all for audience participation.
Me: You know, the sooner you realise that this is going to happen, the better it’ll be for everyone. And just so you know, Ronnie might hit the spot, but I’ll fucking annihilate it.
Olivia: Promises, promises.
Not a promise. A fact.
Me: I have one more request.
I asked, not giving two fucks that I was pushing my luck. She’d already given me enough to keep me going tonight.
Olivia: And I’m getting tired of your shit.
She replied with all the sass I’d come to expect from her.
Me: I want a photo. Of you. Of your face.
The response didn’t come through right away. Part of me assumed that she’d thrown her phone somewhere and wasn’t going to engage anymore tonight. But then she popped up on my screen and that’s when I lost my shit.
She’d sent a photograph of her face, but her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open and the look of lust, like she was right on the edge, made my dick strain hard in my jeans.
I didn’t know what to write back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her or bring myself back down from whatever orbit her face had sent me into.
Olivia: Now fuck off and leave me in peace.
She eventually replied.
Me: Think of me.
I typed back, feeling like a fucking teenage dirt-bag loser. She’d better fucking think of me, because if I found out there was anyone else…
Olivia: Never.
She replied, and I smiled. She was a shit liar. But I knew one thing, I’d be thinking of her when I jerked off tonight.
I sat for a moment, staring at the ceiling, but thoughts of her wouldn’t leave my mind. They never did. So, I did the only thing any man could in my position… I got up and headed for the shower, my phone in hand, ready to make use of what she’d sent me.
I reached my arm through the shower curtain to turn the water on and let it run until it was the right temperature. Old buildings like this didn’t have the best plumbing and it took some time for the hot water to make its way up here. While waiting, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it into the laundry basket in the corner. Then I popped the buttons on my jeans and pulled them down, kicking them off my legs and then standing before my mirror in just my boxers. I lifted my phone up from the counter I’d left it on and clicked back onto her picture that I’d saved in my camera reel. Fuck me, the photo did things to me that I didn’t think were possible. My dick was rock hard in my boxers, so I peeled them down and then, committing her face to my memory, I left my phone on the side and stepped into the shower.
The steaming hot water was beating down on my skin, but all I could focus on was her. I put one hand on the ceramic tiles and leant forward, dropping my head down and closing my eyes. With my other hand, I fisted my cock and clenched my jaw as I began stroking myself and thinking about her, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her.
I’d have her in front of me, standing in the shower in just her underwear, and she’d let me unclip her bra and drop it to the floor as I kissed her, trailing my lips down to her neck and then taking each of her perfect pink little nipples into my mouth to suck. I’d lick her and bite her until she moaned and grabbed my hair, running her nails over my scalp, and then I’d get on my knees. She’d be the only girl that I’d ever get on my knees for. I’d bite and suck her through her knickers, teasing her until she couldn’t stand it any longer and she’d beg. She would plead for me to use my mouth to give her what she wanted. I’d peel her knickers down her legs, oh-so-slowly, tantalising and teasing her until she couldn’t stand it anymore and she’d want me. She’d want me where she needed me to take care of her, to soothe the ache between her legs in a way that only I could.
I started to pump my fist harder as I imagined leaning forward, putting my tongue on her clit, licking and sucking her into a frenzy that’d make her hitch her leg up over my shoulder and ride my face. She’d grab me, force my head forward, begging for more, and I’d show her how well I could take care of her with my mouth. Then she’d shudder and cry out my name as she came on my tongue. In that moment, I couldn’t stop myself from groaning, imagining how good she’d taste and how fucking turned on she always made me.
I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation building, my balls tightening as I imagined standing up, holding her quivering body, and then spinning her around and telling her to hold on tight as I bent her forward, both of her tiny hands splayed on the tiles as she opened herself up to me. I’d watch as my cock slid into her tight pussy and we’d both moan and cry out at how good it’d feel. I’d fuck her hard and fast, holding her hips to keep her steady as our bodies slapped together under the stream of water.
I bit my lip as every emotion inside of me broke free, and I growled as I came in hot, thick spurts in my shower, wishing that every drop was inside of her. My breath was laboured, and I hung my head, gasping, trying to get back some semblance of control. I didn’t know how much longer I could go on just imagining but never actually tasting. Dreaming without feeling what I desperately wanted to feel.
Her.
With me.
Time was ticking and my resolve was dwindling fast. I needed to up my game where Olivia Cooper was concerned, because if I didn’t have her soon, I was going to fucking explode.