A high-pitched noise escaped me as he pushed me to the brink and then drove into me even harder.
“Sit back,” he instructed as his hands captured mine. I leaned back and gasped at the new angle. My back arched, and my head fell back as he gripped my wrists, using them as a lever to buck into me. My orgasm was completely in his control, just as he wanted, just as I wanted, and when he decided it was time, he hit the spot.
“I can feel you coming,” he said. “Break for me, baby.”
“Oh, David, yes,” I cried up to the ceiling as my blood boiled throughout me.
Stars pierced my vision as his hand grasped the base of my neck. His visceral cry sent me flying, my orgasm exploding just from the sound of his pleasure. I grabbed his hand at my neck, and my other hand clamped on his shoulder to ride him through the bliss.
I dropped my gaze to watch as he gave me one grueling last thrust and came apart under me, groaning while his fingers bit into my skin. I fell forward and clutched him as he gushed inside of me, his grip tight until he had finished.
I lay on his chest, quivering against him, the left side of my body burning from the suddenly hot fire. His hands found their way over my back and up to my hair, clasping me close. “I love you,” he whispered into my hair. His hands slipped down and released my bra finally. They were coarse and perfect as they spanned back and forth over my hypersensitive skin.
“That feels amazing,” I said with a soft moan.
He kissed the side of my head. When I slid off his wet cock, I was once again devoid of the other half of my puzzle.
“Where are you going?” he asked, reaching out to hold me back.
“Bathroom. Architect’s orders.”
He laughed lazily at his own rule of peeing after sex, as though he lacked the energy for anything more. He let me go and said, “Use the guest room, it’s closer.”
I couldn’t help but grin giddily as I passed through the room. I remembered our chaste night after my encounter with Mark Alvarez and how badly I’d wanted him to touch me through the t-shirt he’d given me.
I was fixing my hair when I heard voices. I grabbed the nearest towel and sneaked out of the room into the hallway. Peering around the corner, I almost dropped my towel when I saw Maria in the doorway.
CHAPTER 8
DRESSED IN A BODY-SKIMMING black dress that displayed ample cleavage and muscular brown legs, Maria oozed sexuality from where she stood in the doorway.
“Maria, I won’t say it again,” David was saying, his voice hard-edged. “We’re done.”
I watched as she blinked up at his towering frame. “But, David,” she replied in her buttery Latin accent, “I’ve been here years, waiting. I don’t deserve this. I deserve a real chance.”
He shifted on his feet. Jealousy reared in me as I watched her eyes drop to scan his naked torso until they rested on his boxer briefs.
“Waiting? For what?” he asked softly. “Things were casual; you knew that.”
“Not casual, David. I’m not clingy like the other girls, but I’m here when you need me, when you don’t want them anymore. But now you dump me like nothing? I’ve put in the time, mi amor. I deserve more.”
“More?”
“Let me make you happy. I want a ring.”
“A ring?” he barked. He looked over his shoulder suddenly, so I retreated behind the wall until he spoke again. “I was always upfront with you. How could you think that?”
“You and me, we make a perfect pair, David. We make sense together. You can’t tell me you never thought of it.”
“Listen, you have to – ”
“We have so much history. After three years you feel nothing? You cannot turn it off just like that.” She snapped her fingers, and there was silence. “I thought so,” she cooed, placing a hand on his naked shoulder.
My face flamed, and my heart pounded in my ears. Does he still . . . ? I backed away and into an end table.
David whipped around. “Olivia,” he said, and Maria’s mouth dropped when she saw me. He turned back to her. “We can discuss this another time, Maria, but do not come to the apartment again. Leave your keys with Gorman downstairs. Am I clear?” She began to protest, but he held up his hand. “Clear?”
She pursed her lips, obviously avoiding my daggered stare. “Sí.”
He closed the door in her face and stalked over to me.
“You didn’t tell her?” I cried, recoiling when he reached for me.
“I did, but she’s in denial or something. I told her it’s over.”
“When?”
“Just now,” he said like it was obvious, “when she came to the door.”
“Earlier you said you would call her.”
He sighed. “I’ve been with you the entire night. I haven’t had a chance to call her and furthermore, it’s not necessary. There’s nothing to end.”
“Sure about that? You can’t turn it off just like that!” I snarled, my fingers snapping in his face.
His face darkened, and he grabbed my wrist. “I’ll say this one last time,” he growled. “It’s done. You’re overreacting. She means nothing.”
I ripped my hand away. “That was nothing? Do you think I’m blind?” I asked, backing away. “How could you not have ended this after everything I gave up for you?” I ran to the nearest room and locked myself in it.
“Olivia,” David commanded, banging on the guest room door.
I flung myself onto the bed and buried my head in my hands. Oh my God. Three years? Three years cannot be erased in a weekend . . . . The thought brought a sob from my chest. How much power did she have over him? Could she get him back? Did he love her?
I could hear the fury in his voice as he called my name, jiggling the doorknob.
“Go away,” I cried. “I don’t want to see you.”
“Let me in.”
“No!”
“If I want to come in, a locked door isn’t going to stop me.”
My heart skipped, and I clutched the pillow to my chest. “Go away!” I yelled.
The door thumped with his weight once and then burst open with the second hit.
“Get out!” I screamed.
I scrambled to the headboard, but he grabbed my ankles and dragged me back. He leaped onto the bed, securing my hands on either side of my head. “Let go,” I demanded, wriggling under him. My towel began to slip and without the use of my hands, I couldn’t stop it before it fell open.
“Listen to me!” he yelled, his eyes darkening. “Stop squirming!”
“Make me!”
“Make you?” he growled. With lightning
speed, he spread my legs with his knees and dropped his pelvis onto mine.
His grip loosened slightly, and I freed my hands, taking the opportunity to shove his unyielding chest.
“Think you can fight me off?” he asked coolly. He caught my wrists again, trapping them easily in one large hand. He moved them above my head and took my jaw in his other hand. His knees forced my legs open wider. “How about now?”
I bucked against him, suppressing a moan when my clit connected with his hardness. He released my face to reach beneath us and pull his underwear down. His erection fell heavy against my stomach.
“You want to fuck me, then fuck me,” I dared.
He thrust his crown against my stomach, trailing pre-cum over my skin while his hand reached between my legs to find me slick. He groaned and squeezed my wrists in his hand. “Your cunt’s so fucking wet,” he grated, his fingers slipping and sliding over me.
“It’s your semen,” I shot back. He groaned even louder and buried his face into my neck. I writhed beneath him, almost climaxing just from the thought of penetration.
“Tell me I’m the only one who’s come in you,” he begged in my ear.
“You’re the only one,” I breathed. I bucked my hips into him again, this time doing it over and over, moaning each time we connected.
“You don’t even need me to fuck you,” he said as my eyes closed blissfully.
I was close, just rubbing against him, but I wanted him inside me badly. “I need it,” I said with gritted teeth.
He pinned one of my thighs down against the mattress and pressed his head between my folds. “Say it,” he demanded.
“I want you, I want to come with you inside me.”
“You got it,” he said and pushed into me with one single, long drive. I cried out, squirming to adjust to the way he filled me, but he kept my hands firmly locked above me.
He sucked in a sharp breath, reared back, and surged into me again. Within two fast, hard thrusts I was coming around him in a vicious orgasm, calling out for him.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt his fingers opening me seconds before he rammed into me from behind, a guttural noise escaping my throat as he did. I bit into the pillow and clutched the edge of the mattress as he began to fuck my already raw opening. His mouth dropped to my shoulder blade, sucking hard and pulling my skin between his teeth. I gasped and crossed my ankles. He responded with a muffled curse and bit down harder.