My focus shifted all over the place when I first decided to settle down in Phoenix. I had planned on just moving through there, but the familiarity of a solid place, a job, and a steady income drew me from my original plans to travel the world. Once I was settled in though, I yearned for the open spaces, the places that somehow filled that hole inside of me that was torturing me so badly. But I had made a commitment, and I stood by every commitment that I’d made before. With the inability to make friends and the only other thing I was interested in being alcohol, I just threw myself into work, progressing forward in the company at lightning speed until I was one of their most prized assets.
But today, things felt… well, good. Really good, in fact. Sitting in Elana’s mom’s kitchen gave me the first feeling of home I’d had since Lillie was alive. Learning how to do normal, everyday things was comforting. I was craving comfortable and normal, even though the rest of the time, I couldn’t seem to find it anywhere. I had thought the only place I would ever find that was with Lillie, and with her gone, I had given in to the notion that I would spend the rest of my life wandering around, wanting her but never finding her again. The loneliness of it had been unbearable, and that was how I ended up at Elana’s house in the first place.
I turned and looked over at the woman sitting beside me, still in awe at how much I had never really seen her. Sure, I had considered her my friend, and I enjoyed spending time with her in college, but in the end, she was just Lillie’s best friend, and I never took the time to truly know who she was. Part of me felt terrible about that, especially now that I was getting a better idea of how absolutely amazing she was. The other part of me placated that guilt, chalking it up to being in love with someone else, not interested in what any other girl had to offer. Either way, my mind had been changed in a very short amount of time, and now I was sitting in a car with her, lost for words.
She hadn’t noticed that I was riding along, staring at her, and I took advantage of that, letting my eyes slip down her body, over her warm, supple curves, and down to her curvy hips, accentuated by the tight jeans and fur-topped, soft leather boots she was wearing. The smell of her lavender perfume wafted through the car, and it created an excitement in my chest that I was having a hard time shaking. I looked down at our thighs and realized that they were leaning against each other, our bodies touching. She didn’t seem to notice, and if she did, she was keeping it inside. I could feel my leg tingling at the contact, and I breathed deeply, trying to keep the excitement in my chest from tunneling farther down in my stomach. The attraction in the air was thick, and the tension between us had been there since we were at the bar, playing around and flirting with a purpose.
It had all started with innocent flirting and way too much alcohol, but now as I sat there looking down at her thigh, wanting so badly to touch her, I realized just how real that flirting was, at least on my end, and hopefully on hers. She hadn’t said a word in the car, but from the look of her grasped hands in her lap and her nervous foot tapping, I could tell she was thinking the same exact thing as me. Her pale skin looked so soft and beautiful in the light of the city as we moved closer to her place. Her eyes sparkled and reflected every ray of light along the route. Her shoulders were taut, and her breasts bounced up and down as we moved over bumps and turns in the road. She had to have been one of the most beautiful women I had ever met, inside and out. My cock grew inside my pants, and the desire in my stomach growled fiercely. Was I really going to be able to leave her without making a move? Should I even make a move? I took in a deep breath and let it out, deciding that this life was too short.
“Fuck it,” I whispered, watching Elana’s head turn toward me.
Immediately, I reached up, cupping her face in my hands and leaning forward, pressing my lips firmly against hers. I was unable to fight the sexual energy crackling between us in such a small space. Her lips were soft and plump, and they tasted like vanilla and cherry. The feeling of her heavy breathing into my mouth made me even more aroused. I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was right, but at that moment, I didn’t give a damn. I
just wanted to be with her, to hold her, to touch every part of her, starting with her lips.
At first, her shoulders were stiff, but as my lips moved softly against hers, she leaned into me, kissing me deeply. It was amazing, something that I didn’t expect her to do at all. She tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth, letting my tongue slide through and entangle with hers. She whimpered softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating into my throat. I took one hand and put it on her thigh, squeezing her leg hard and moving it up toward her hip. She reached down and reciprocated, grabbing my leg and massaging it as her hand moved toward my cock.
The car drove into the darker part of the city, the only lights shining down in the street from the lamps that lined the sidewalk. The darkness felt good, and I wanted so badly to feel more of her, but I had to restrain myself while I was in the car. As the car pulled up in front of the house, I handed the driver a cash tip and waited as Elana, with flushed cheeks, opened the door and climbed out. Still feeling drunk, I tumbled out of the car behind her, walking fast to keep up with her pace. I stood behind her as she looked for her keys, my hands running down her sides and across her ass. She put the key in the door and opened it up, and we hurried inside, not caring who might have seen us. The smell of her lavender perfume hit me in the face as I walked inside, and my cock got even harder.
She quietly shut the door behind her and locked all the locks before turning around to face me. My eyes darkened at the lust in her expression, and I stepped forward, putting both hands on her stomach and pushing her into the door. I pushed my face just inches from her lips and stared into her beautiful blue eyes, the passion palpable between us. We stayed like that for a moment as my hands began to explore her body, moving down her curves and lingering at her thighs, my fingers just inches from her warm, wet mound. Suddenly, she lunged forward, pressing her mouth against mine and kissing me furiously, her arms wrapped around my neck.
My hands grabbed onto her hips, and I thrust my pelvis against her, rubbing my hard, trapped cock against her crotch. She moaned softly into my mouth, and I gripped her leg, pulling it up around my waist. We leaned into the door, my body pushing against her and her hips beginning to move against my throbbing bulge. I ran my lips down her neck, kissing her across her collar and massaging her firm breasts through her shirt. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, moaning as I dry humped her against the door. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I wanted more. She lifted her head up and reached around, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling my hips into her, grinding down my erect shaft, pleading to be released from my pants. I groaned softly against her lips, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and flicking my tongue against it, teasing her, making her want more and more.
The sound of her whimpers and moans turned me on so badly, I reached my hand down, cupping her pussy, and began to massage it gently. She leaned her body against the door and cried out as I gripped tighter against her wetness. Her jeans were thick and hard to get through, and I was ready to put my hands on her skin. I reached up and grabbed the buckle on her belt, but she took in a deep breath and reached down, grabbing my hand. I looked up, not sure of what her next move was, and watched as she stared me deep in the eyes and started walking toward the stairs, pulling me behind her.
I watched her tight ass move side to side as we climbed to the second level and walked quickly down the hall to her bedroom. As soon as we were inside, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it to the side, and walked quickly toward me, savagely kissing my mouth as she fiddled with my belt buckle. We tore at each other’s clothes, stopping only for a minute as I took her large, bare breast into my mouth and massaged her tit with my tongue. Goosebumps covered her shoulders, and she reached back down, this time carefully undoing my belt and my pants and letting them fall to the floor at my ankles. I stepped out of them and pulled off my shirt, and I watched as she did the same, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Her hands moved forward to my boxer briefs and tugged at the waistband, pulling them down to my ankles before doing the same with her own. Her body was the most perfect thing I had ever seen, and I was completely ready to show her pleasure that she could have never imagined before.
I wanted her, and I didn’t want to wait another second.
Chapter 12
Elana
Ollie’s hands were soft, softer than I imagined they would be as they moved over my body, touching every inch of me. He scooped me up into his arms and cradled me, walking over to the bed and kneeling down, placing me gently on the covers. He shifted in front of me, gently pressing his hands between my knees and pulling my legs apart. He braced himself with his other hand, still too drunk to keep his full balance. I giggled as he wobbled back and forth, finally stabilizing himself on my legs, pushing them to the side. He leaned back on his knees and reached forward, grasping both of my breasts in his hands and squeezing them tightly. His hands shifted, gently grazing my stomach as he sank down in the covers, his face right above my pulsating mound.
He slid two fingers up and through my folds, opening me up and staring down at my glistening pussy. He licked his lips and bit his bottom lip before lowering his head down and gently pulling his tongue through my juices. I flung my head back and moaned loudly, feeling every part of his soft, warm mouth against me. He then ran his fingers down and his tongue upward, switching positions as he flicked his tongue against my clit. I cried out louder, feeling his two fingers swirl around in circles before pushing inside of me, his wrist twisting one way and then the other as he disappeared into my folds. I reached up and ran my hand through his hair as my body ground in rhythm with his mouth, fueling the heat inside of me.
I lifted my hips slightly off the bed and screamed out as his fingers began to move faster and faster in and out of my pussy, my juices dripping down into his palm. His tongue pressed down on my clit and moved in waves, sending pulses of electricity through my entire body. I took a deep breath, not wanting to come yet, not wanting the feeling of his mouth to stop. However, sensing me holding back, he began to push harder and faster, sucking and biting my clit over and over again.
“Ollie,” I whispered, gasping for a hold. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
He continued to fuck me hard with his fingers and his tongue, bringing his other hand up and pushing down on my abdomen, holding me in place as I wriggled and writhed beneath him. As his thumb slid down and assisted his tongue in rubbing me to ecstasy, the fire in my belly exploded, and I arched my chest into the air, clamping my hand into his hair. Waves of pleasure shot through me, sending me screaming into the night as my juices exploded into his hand, his tongue lapping at the taste of my body. Every muscle I had tensed, and my lungs stopped for a moment, feeling the height of my climax racing through my nerve endings. Finally, I let out a deep breath and collapsed into the bed, groaning in pure ecstasy.
I reached down and grabbed Ollie’s face, pulling him up and toward me, watching as he wiped my juices from his chin. He pressed his mouth into mine and rested his hard, pulsing cock against my stomach, swirling his tongue through my mouth wildly. Slowly, he sat up and reached over the edge of the bed, grabbing onto the edge so as to not fall in the floor. I giggled, covering my mouth, and watched as he pulled his wallet out and took a gold-wrapped condom from inside. He used his teeth to tear the top off and slid the rubber down his cock. He turned back and growled, smiling as he threw himself on top of me, kissing my neck and tickling me. I laughed loudly, slowly becoming quiet as his face drew in front of mine and looked deep into my eyes. Electricity shot through my chest, and I gasped, feeling his shaft slowly pushing into me, my legs falling to the side so that I could feel every part of him.
Our eyes stayed latched onto one another, our mouths just inches apart as he pushed his cock deep inside of me. I moaned out, barely able to catch my breath as I felt him moving in and out of me. He ran one hand down my side and to my thigh, lifting my leg up to his side and rolling his hips as he pushed and then pulled. My fingers dug into the back of his neck, our bodies intertwining at a rapid pace, and my body aching for more and more. He groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head down, his hips beginning to pump harder, our bodies connecting loudly and echoing through the room. I pulled my other leg up and moaned, feeling his skin slapping against my clit as his shaft pushed hard and deep.
Ollie tilted his head back up, reconnecting his eyes with mine, and pushed our open mouths against each other, the sounds of our groaning clashing into each other and sending vibrations into my chest. He gripped tightly to my thigh and opened his eyes wide, moans escaping his throat as his hips moved faster and faster, now with shorter bursts. Just as he pulled back one last time, he growled low and long, thrusting his cock as deep into me as he could. The feeling of his dick pulsating inside of me sent me over the edge, and I latched on to him, screaming at the pleasure that was once again pulsating through me, and at the same time, him as well. My pussy vibrated against his pulsing shaft as he came hard and long, his fingers digging into my thigh.
He laid there stiff and out of breath for several minutes before picking up his head and pressing his lips against mine. He pulled himself out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, cleaning himself off. I laid there, pulling the blanket up around me, watching as Ollie moved out of the bathroom and back into bed. He laid behind me, pulling himself close to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I snuggled in, feeling completely content and safe, but realizing that the room was spinning just a bit. I was too exhausted to care, though, and I fell asleep almost instantly in the comfort of my bed and Ollie’s strong arms holding me tightly, thoughts of my night floating into my dreams. I rarely ever drank that much, and the sex was just so damn good that my body was completely spent. I couldn’t remember the last time I laid down in my bed and felt so comfortable and so content that I was fighting to keep conscio
us. It was a really good feeling, and I laid there rubbing my fingers up and down Ollie’s arm, finally letting go of the struggle and closing my eyes. I drifted off into a dreamless slumber, finally, after five years, sleeping so hard that nothing could have woken me up. Well, almost nothing.
A couple hours later, my eyes shot open, and I felt the sensation that I had to pee badly. I jumped out of the bed and jogged into the bathroom, relieving myself, glad I didn’t have a horror story happen where I wet the bed. That had never happened, and I chuckled to myself at even the possibility. When I returned, I stopped in the doorway, looking around at my empty room. It was completely silent, and yet again, I was standing there completely alone.
I sighed, walked over to the door to the bedroom, and peeked out, but there was no one there, not even in the spare bathroom across the hall. I grabbed the robe off the back of the door and threw it on, noticing all of Ollie’s clothes were gone off the floor. I made my way downstairs and looked around, but the house was completely and totally empty. Ollie was gone, and I hadn’t felt or heard him leave. I wasn’t even sure how long ago he had left. Had he patiently waited for me to fall asleep before bolting? Or had he woken up like me and decided it was better to leave now that he was sober?
I turned off the kitchen lights and walked back through the silent, empty house, stopping at the front door to lock the deadbolt that had been left undone when Ollie apparently left. I climbed the stairs, attempting with all my might to try not to let this feeling upset me. I looked on the bedside table, in the bathroom, and on the dresser, thinking maybe he had left me a note, but there was nothing there. I pulled my phone out of my purse and turned it on, finding no texts or missed calls, either. I sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling like the entire world was crashing down on me.