Julia sighed as she poured wine for everyone around the table. “Yes,” she said irritably. “I asked Olivia to come, but she said she had plans with her boyfriend.”
My jaw clenched, and I was only able to nod. Not that I cared that she had a boyfriend. She was what? Twenty, now? Almost twenty-one? Imagining her with someone—especially someone her own age—shouldn’t bother me.
“You’ll have to meet her another time,” David said.
The weight that had just lifted landed back on my chest with a thud. They had no idea I’d met Olivia before. Intimately. Repeatedly in a night’s span.
Thankfully, David began telling Daniel about his new product line, and I managed to stay focused on the conversation and ignore the family portrait above the buffet table across the room.
I didn’t need to look at her picture to remember her. She’d visited my dreams more than I cared to admit. Most women came and went, and I had no doubt Olivia would have been the same if I hadn’t been constantly faced with my mistake, each time I saw my best friend. At least, that’s what I reasoned why I dreamt of her blonde hair in my fist as I fucked her from behind.
Thank God, I didn’t have to be faced directly with the source. One small blessing for the night.
As if God was laughing at me for speaking too soon, the front door opened and slammed.
“Hey,” an all too familiar voice called through the doorway. “Sorry, I’m late. Plans changed, and I figured I’d come home to see…” her voice faded off when she came into the room, her eyes landing directly on me. “Everyone,” she barely finished with a whisper.
God, I forgot how blue her eyes were. I forgot how vibrant she was with her blonde hair and youth. She looked so much younger standing there in her black leggings and oversized sweater that fell to her fingers. Almost like she could still be a high school student.
I had to look away when even that last thought didn’t stop my dick from twitching under the table. Because no matter what she looked like standing there, my mind and body remembered how much of a woman she was.
“This hotel room is massive,” Olivia said, awe tinging her voice as she stared around the room.
I stared at her back—so much bared skin, I didn’t know where to start. My cock ached even though I had only come not even an hour before. All I could think about was rutting against her like an animal. And while I had plans to use her tonight in ways her nineteen-year-old body had probably never been used, I wanted to ease her into it—give her at least three more orgasms before I buried myself inside her again. To do that, I needed to come again—to ease the throbbing begging me to fuck her.
She turned to me—still standing by the door, my hands in my pockets—with a wide smile, her blue eyes sparkling under the chandelier. I didn’t return the smile. Instead, I held her stare and prowled toward her. “On your knees.”
“Wha-what?” she stuttered, her smile falling.
“I know what it feels like inside that tight cunt, now I want to know what it feels like in your throat.” She swallowed, and it had the throbbing pounding harder, a primal beat thundering through me. “Now, get on your knees.”
Her tongue slicked out, and I couldn’t stop the moan as I watched her nibble her full lips as she sank to the floor.
I stood right in front of her, her large doe eyes staring up at me with heat and innocence. Holding her stare, I began undoing my pants, the clank of my buckle echoing in the tiled room. She didn’t look away when she heard my zipper. She didn’t look away when she heard the rustle of my pants opening enough to free my length. She didn’t even look away when I used the head of my cock to paint her full lips with my pre-cum oozing from the slit.
With one hand around my shaft, the other dug into her hair, fisting it tight. I yanked her head back and held my dick at her lips. She opened on cue, but my cruel grip in her hair prevented her from moving to suck me into her mouth. I stretched out the anticipation as long as I could stand it. Finally, I began easing between her lips and slowly slid inside her mouth, not stopping even when I hit her gag reflex. “All the way to the back,” I ordered, pushing into her throat.
“Olivia,” Julia’s happy voice broke me from my memory to find my hand clenched around the fork and knife with a white-knuckled grip. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“Umm,” her eyes kept flicking to me as she tried to form words to respond. “I thought dinner with family trumped what I had planned.”