Then I push back in hard and deep, again and again and I’m fighting not to come, to allow her to hit her orgasm first. Until finally she does, with a scream into the mattress she buries her face in. Unleashed, I give in and thrust fiercely deep inside, once, twice... Fuck, I come hard and deep inside her, loving the way her pussy clenches tight, then ripples around my cock, milking me for my come.
No other woman, nothing compares to the way it feels when I’m buried deep inside her. It’s as if I am home, as if I found something I never knew I lost when we become one.
13
Rourke
My alarm goes off far too soon. I turn it off then roll back over to look down at Olivia. This morning she slept right through the alarm. I’m glad, she’s exhausted. I managed a little more restraint last night, only taking her twice, but it wasn’t easy and probably only because she sucked my cock again. Even I was surprised at how willing she was to clean my cock when I pulled out of her.
The thought of it has my cock hard all over again, the way she tongued my entire cock, humming, telling me she loved the taste of us mingled together. I swear I could never have wished a more perfect woman into being than Olivia. She is so much more than I deserve, yet everything I’ve ever wanted in a sexual partner.
Her hair is wild all around her sweet, round face. I give in to temptation and run a finger over her cheek. She doesn’t stir as I keep going over those soft, wide lips of hers. Still nothing. I press a kiss against them, loving the smell of her all around me. Aside from a happy little sigh, nothing.
Okay, Rourke, don’t be greedy. Damn, it’s hard though. I decide to jump in the shower first, then see if she wakes up on her own. If not I’ll put her into her bed to continue sleeping.
A quick shower and I dress even more quickly. I’ll need to cut my workout short this morning in order to get to breakfast with the mayor and a few VIPs from the festival on time. Olivia is still sleeping. I open my door, then hers, then go back to my room where I pick her up. She sighs again as she snuggles into me. Damn, this is hard putting her down, she feels so good in my arms, so right. You don’t have time for this, I tell myself as I look down at her. I pull back her sheet and comforter then tuck her in. Shifting in her sleep, she murmurs my name. Tonight, sweetheart, I’ll be back soon. With a last caress of her cheek, I walk out of her room—and right into my mother. Shit.
She smiles, not smug, or overjoyed just a simple smile. “Good morning, dear. Have a good day.” Then she kisses me on the cheek and goes into the kitchen and starts making coffee.
I decide not to press my luck and leave. As I get into my car the cold sweat I expected at my mother finding out I was fucking Olivia—there was never any doubt she would find out, I was just hoping for much later—is nowhere to be found. There is no anxiety or worry at what she’ll say when she knows I don’t have to be somewhere immediately.
I’m fucking Olivia; we’re both adults. I don’t like that we’re doing it under my mother’s roof, but it’s done and I’m not about to stop until Olivia tells me. And I’m not going to go down on one knee either. My mother will have to accept that, I think she already did.
***
Olivia
The very loud banging of a hammer wakes me from a dead sleep. Cranky, I roll over to find out the time. The sight of the clock has me springing up. Ten? No way. I snatch up my phone but it’s the same story, ten minutes after ten. Damn, I slept through Rourke’s alarm, wait, how am I in my bed?
Ah, he carried me to my bed. No. Stop it, don’t get all goopy over him, he did it so his mother wouldn’t find me in his bed. You are making love, he’s fucking. The minute you forget that is the minute he’ll crush your heart into a fine dust. I lecture myself sternly.
My shower is quick today. I’m going to see if I can draw more out of Cheryl today and find the best way to help her. After three weeks I really thought I would have moved us beyond sitting on the couch, yet she hasn’t expressed an interest in anything I can grab on to.
Going into the kitchen, I’m shocked at the difference from yesterday. Since the hammering just woke me up, I hadn’t thought it would be so changed already. Cheryl motions me to her in the living room. “My dear, the kitchen is unusable for today. Let’s go out for brunch, shall we?”
“Sounds good. Let me change out of this then. I was just going to wear it around the house.” I look down at the threadbare sundress. I’d been surprised I’d gone down a size already, into a fourteen. I guess all the swimming helped.
Our meals have also come from one of those meal delivery services popular in Austin. Although there were a few times I broke down and made a run to the store to get stuff to make fideo, my mom’s guilty pleasure, and did some cooking, I mostly ordered the meals I liked, per Cheryl’s instructions. While there is lighter fare for people dieting, there were also the full calorie meals and I ordered off both menus.
Although I’m happy about the weight loss, a part of me is holding my breath for when it comes back on. In my next job I’m not likely to be able to spend hours swimming in a pool or have healthy food ordered in weekly. The way I’m eating and exercising now isn’t normal. So how am I going to maintain the weight loss when I leave here in five months? With a sigh I shrug, I’ll figure it out later.
“You look fine, just grab some shoes. I’m starving.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I see she already has the door to the garage open, the one that opens off the living room. I hear the garage door going up by the time I’m back in my sandals with my purse.
She’s happy behind the driver seat. I close the car door then put on my seat belt. “Where are we going?”
“How does that one dive sound, I can never remember the name, they have the best biscuits and gravy though. It’s under I-35 connected to the hotel.”
“Oh yes, I love that place. I’m in love with their biscuits and gravy too. Sounds yummy.”
“Hopefully since it’s a weekday it won’t be too busy at this time of day. Then again with all those festival people you never know.”
“Ugh, so true. You know I’ve never heard you really talk about the festival negatively at all.”
“That’s because I’m a good, supportive mother, so if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all. I quite agree with you about the festival.” She sighs. “Then again, the money and the attention it brings to the city allows for other things to have a spotlight shined on them. Like Ryan’s House, and the homeless problem we have. It is a huge plus, without the festival it would be harder to get problems in front of people.”