“You drive me so fucking crazy, Livi. Jesus.” His teeth nip my ear as he trails his lips down my bare skin, lowering the top of my dress, and pulling my nipple from the lacy cup. He grips my breast hard, circling the nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking the whole thing inside. “I’ve been thinking about biting this fucking nipple since we left home.” His teeth bite down and I cry out just as his other hand from between my legs slams down over my mouth. “I don’t need everyone in this bathroom hearing what I’m doing to you,” he growls. I can smell and taste my arousal on his hands and it’s all too much. His lips on my breast, the smell of my arousal thick in the air. It all swirls around me like a sensual fog. His hand falls from my mouth just as he drops to his knees in front of me. My eyes flutter open and I look down at him.
“Clarke…” I protest. “I want you to fuck me, you can do this later.”
“I just need a taste. One lick to tide me over.” He slides my panties down my legs and sticks them into his jacket pocket before he lifts my right leg over his shoulder, opening me up and exposing my glistening pussy to his wanting mouth. He starts at my ankle, kissing the skin and my left leg wobbles slightly with all of my weight resting on it. Like always, he senses my discomfort and grips my ass holding me in place and shoots me a wink. “I’ve got you.”
Words fail me as his lips latch onto my clit and I cry out again, uncaring that he’d previously told me to stay quiet. His tongue swirls around me, tasting my orgasm from earlier and the one forming from his assault. “I lied,” he growls against me. “I need you to come on my tongue baby.”
“Fuck, me too.” I breathe out, wondering in what world we thought either of us would be satisfied with just one lick. I’m already close after the night we’ve had coupled with the shots I’ve downed and I feel my orgasm brewing in the base of my spine. I push my hands through his hair as I clench around him, grinding my cunt against his mouth causing the bristles from his beard to pierce my sex. I pull and he groans causing a vibration to shoot through my body. The sound and the feeling causes the orgasm to bloom faster and then I’m exploding. I slam my hand against the wall behind him to keep myself upright as I rock into his m
outh, using it for leverage. “Oh my God.” A giggle leaves my lips just as he sets my right leg down.
I fall back against the wall and stare down at him and immediately I feel the need to come again. The buzz from the drinks is starting to slowly fade away and the high of my husband and his sinful mouth is now intoxicating me. His hair is sticking up in all different directions from my pulling, his eyes are dark, a forest green, and burning into mine, his brow is slick with a thin layer of sweat and his mouth is covered in my orgasm. His tongue darts out to trace up my thigh and I can see the evidence of my orgasm sitting on his tongue. “Oh my God,” I repeat as I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to commit the visual to memory.
He presses his lips to mine, feeding me his tongue and I can taste myself. “I want you to taste how wet I make you.” I can hear him unbuckling his pants and the familiar clink of metal hitting the ground makes my sex clench in anticipation of what’s to come. He wraps his hands around my ass, lifting me like I weigh less than nothing and immediately my legs wrap around his waist as his thick, hard cock pushes inside of me. He thrusts and I relish in the feeling of him inside of me, taking me hard and I realize how much I’ve missed our wild uninhibited sex.
He’d once told me that he’d never had this type of sexual chemistry with anyone, that no one ever made him so hard and so often as I did. That he never felt the need to fuck someone in public. Or any of the other kinky things we’d done over the years. He lived and breathed me and us.
Take that Amanda…with your mediocre sex. I mentally high five myself at how easily I can bring this man to his knees. How I’m the only woman who can turn him into the savage beast before me. An untamed, uncontrolled man that is currently fucking me so hard against the wall of a bathroom I feel him in my throat.
I’m close, my sex pulsing at the thought of a third orgasm in the span of an hour. I bite down on his neck and he groans. “Fuck fuck fuck. I’m going to come.” He sputters and lets out a deep breath as he grips me harder, his nails piercing the flesh of my ass cheeks he’s cupping and I fly across the threshold of pain in search of the pleasure that is no more than a thrust away.
“Me too.”
“Do it now,” he grits out and while he can’t make me come on command, he does know when I’m close and uses that to his advantage. “Milk my cock, Olivia. I need you to come and for the juice from your sexy fucking cunt to drip down my cock.”
I fucking lose it.
I come so hard for a second I’m not sure I’m even conscious as I slip into what feels like a dark abyss. I can only feel the pleasure between my legs that seems to go on and on. It’s hot between my legs, the flesh wet and slick as his cock slips out of my pussy. I watch in fascination as cum drips from the tip onto the floor and I clench at the sexiness of our fucking.
His pants are still around his ankles as he boxes me against the wall, one arm on either side of me. “God, I love you.” His nose rubs against mine and I sigh as his lips ghost over mine.
A thought floats across my mind now that the fog of the sex high has lifted slightly and my buzz is lessening and a giggle escapes my lips.
He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back and shoots me a grin before tucking his dick back into his pants. “What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking,” I whisper, “Amanda didn’t argue with any parts of your story.”
He freezes and kneels back in front of me to help me into my panties. He leans forward in an attempt to kiss my pussy again and I put my hands on his shoulders stopping him. “I’m just surprised…I mean, clearly you nailed what happened between you guys. I’m just shocked she didn’t call your bluff?”
He doesn’t look at me, just straightens my dress before he stands up. “Olivia, she needed to go and I did what I had to do to get rid of her, alright?” He tucks a hair behind my ear and kisses my lips gently.
I pull back slightly, not wanting to get wrapped up in kissing him. “That…doesn’t exactly answer my question.” I bite my lip and it’s almost as if my mind is screaming at me to connect the dots faster. “Clarke, you had a number. Did Wren tell you it had only been three times? I mean if it were more, she would have called you out on that. It’s like as soon as you pretended you had your memory back, she backed off.” I smooth my dress down and pull my hair over my shoulder, knowing I’m going to definitely put my hair up as soon as we step out of this stall.
He doesn’t say anything again and his silence is starting to trouble me. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I ask him.
“Olivia…I just…” He clears his throat, pushing his hands into his pockets as he looks away from me. “I wanted her to leave us alone.”
“Bennett…” My brows furrow as the words sit on the tip of my tongue. Tears are building in my chest as I prepare myself to speak the words that will change everything.
He wouldn’t.
There’s no way.
“Do you…remember?” I shake my head. “Being with her? Being away from…me?”
Fuck.
I knew things were going to get messy the second I lost my shit with Amanda. I just needed her to go away permanently and the only way to do that was to allude that I remembered and to call her on all the bullshit she’d been spewing at Olivia. She wouldn’t refute it once I spoke the truth, and I was hoping her silence was enough to corroborate what I was saying. Olivia needed to know we weren’t more. We could have never been more. She needed to know I never told her I loved her, that we were nothing more than a few drunken hookups spurred on by losing the love of my life.