Jerry was late. Olivia kept biting at her nails, picking at her cuticles until they bled. She didn’t know why she was so anxious. They were just going to trade the money and then that’d be the end of it. Olivia would finally be able to move on from this whole mess.
What if I don’t want to move on? Olivia thought.
Well, too fucking bad, she retorted to herself. You’ve got to be a woman about it. Grow up and get over it.
It’s not that easy, she thought.
It won’t be easy, she realized. It’s going to hurt like hell, like having your organs forcibly taken out but kept alive, still beating and connected to you in some way. You’ll still feel what you’ve lost.
That’s not fair, she thought.
It’s not. But that’s love.
Jerry finally rode up on his bike, tearing her away from her internal argument. Olivia walked forward as he rolled to a stop, offering a backpack full of cash. “It’s there. All of it.”
“Thanks,” Jerry said, putting the bag on his back and getting right back on the bike. “Well. I guess this is so long, huh?”
“Yeah, just do me a favor, all right?” Olivia said.
“Anything, doll,” Jerry replied.
“Let him go. I know you thought he was meant for this. I did, too. I loved seeing him grow into a leader and…” Olivia cut herself off. There was no point imagining a beautiful future that would never come true. “But it’s not going to happen. Just let him go, please.”
Jerry nodded slowly. “I guess you’re right. Goodbye, Olivia. Be safe.”
“I will,” she yelled over the roar of the engine as he pulled away on his bike. Olivia walked back to her car. She got into the driver’s seat, holding her head in her hands. She just needed a minute before setting off into the future. I did something good today, she told herself. I set Xander free, in more ways than one. That’s got to count for something.
Olivia sighed deeply and turned the key in the ignition. The engine sputtered but did not start. “That’s…weird,” Olivia said to herself, trying again. And again. And again, until the engine made an ugly, whining sound whenever she tried turning it on.
“Oh, goddammit, are you fucking serious?” she yelled to nobody. Jesus Christ, of course this was her luck. Why the hell did all vehicles seem to malfunction around her? Was she cursed or something?
As always, there was little to no reception on her phone, and besides, who the hell would she call anyway? There was a little house in the distance, a few hundred feet away. She could knock on the door and see if anybody was home, available to help.
Just then, a shadow in her rearview mirror caught her attention. When she turned to look, the shadow was gone, but maybe there was something or somebody in the distance, other than the rickety little house. Olivia got out of her car, still holding her keys and her purse, and turned the corner, looking for someone to help.
Olivia spotted the source of the shadow instantly: Roger.
He faced her, holding a dirty wrench in his hand. Every nerve in Olivia’s body clenched up, ready to flee. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
“Have you been there this whole time?” she asked, fighting to keep her voice steady as she clenched harder onto her keys.
Roger grinned and spun the filthy wrench around in circles between his fingers. “Your car was a handy little hiding space. I tried to fix something for ya, but I’m afraid I fucked it up. Oops.”
Olivia nodded slowly as realization dawned on her. Roger had disabled her engine. He must have waited until her car rolled up, stayed close to the ground, and waited for Jerry to leave.
“So what’s the plan here, Roger? You gonna beat me up? I did what you asked. I fucked off. You should stick to your word.”
“See, that’s the thing, Liv,” Roger said, stepping closer to her.
Olivia resisted the urge to back up in fear. Dan’t show how scared you are. Dan’t give him the satisfaction, she thought.
“You didn’t stick to your word. You left, but now you’ve butted back in again. I overheard Uncle Jerry on the phone last night. Not the brightest bulb, that Jerry, talking in the bar in front of people. I know you gave the money to get little Xander out of jail. Seems like you can’t stop causing me problems, huh?”
Olivia didn’t say anything. She was debating if she had time to get in the car and lock the doors, wait until she could get enough signal on the phone to call the police. Roger was still for now, but the second she moved, he would, too. She would have to be fast at it.
Roger kept talking. “I tried to be nice, Liv-girl. I tried to give you a fair warning, give you a chance to get out of town and let things go back to the way they should be. But no, you just couldn’t do that, could you? Shame.”
Olivia lunged for the car door, quickly opening it and slipping inside, immediately rushing to close it after her, her key in her hand ready to hit the “lock” button.
But Roger was too quick. He came up behind her and stopped the door from closing with his fist, then reached in with his other hand to slam her head against the steering wheel.
“No! No, no, no!” Olivia cried out as he yanked her back out of the car by her hair. What is he going to do me?
“So fucking disobedient!” Roger shouted, pulling hard on her hair as he shoved her back against the outer door of the car. “Why couldn’t you just do what you were told, huh? Stupid bitch.”
Tears started to pool in Olivia’s eyes, but she blinked them away quickly. I have to focus. I have to be strong. I have to get out of this. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted new shadows in the distance. From the little rickety house filed a dozen or so Immortal Souls, all of them heading in their direction. For one blissful second, Olivia thought they’d followed Roger here and were coming to protect her, to save her from this one bad apple. But then her eyes focused more clearly as the men came closer, and she could pick out Danny’s face. No, these were Roger’s men. The men he’d threatened to sic on Olivia and Xander if she kept coming to the Souls’ clubhouse.
“What—Why did you bring them?” Olivia whispered to Roger, fearing the worst.
“They’re my boys,” Roger said, as if that explained everything. “I’m not like Xander, you see. I’m a good leader. I share.” Shivers ran up Olivia’s spine as she understood his meaning.
Olivia stared at the men as they got closer, her hand slowly moving inside the open pouch of her purse until her fingers closed around a can of pepper spray inside.
But there were too many of them. They all looked angry and excited, ready to rip her apart as they approached.
This is how I die, Olivia thought. This is it.
***
Xander stared at the ceiling of his jail cell, ignoring the low snores of his cellmate. He’d already lost track of time, counting the cracks in the ceiling and the scratches on the walls. He wasn’t sure if he’d been here for twelve hours, fourteen, eighteen, or thirty-six. It could have been anywhere in between for all he knew.
After counting the ceiling tiles twelve times, his vision started to go a little blurry. Xander shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the hard surface of the pillow. There was nothing else here to comfort him or even distract him from the sick feeling of disgust in his stomach. He wanted to throw up, but he knew if he started he’d never stop. All he could think was, Ezra was right about me. I’m not a leader. I’m nothing. I’m weak.
He had to be. There was no other explanation for what he’d done. Strong people don’t fly off the handle. Strong people don’t beat up innocent kids because their girlfriend ran away. Strong people don’t beat the shit out of others just to feel good. Ezra was right about him. They were all right about him. He was rotten from the inside-out, just like his father. No wonder Olivia ran off. It might have taken her two months to finally realize it, but it happened. She knew now what a disgusting waste he was. I should feel lucky, Xander thought. I should feel happy that she got away from me before I corrupted her. Like I did with Marta.
“Bellows!” Xander’s eyes flicked open at the sound of his last name and the jingle of a stick hitting the metal bars of the cell. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up to stare at an officer unlocking the door and gesturing for him to come out. “Somebody posted your bail.”
Xander walked out of the cell and followed the officer down the narrow hallway out into the main office of the jailhouse.
Uncle Jerry was sitting there with a sad smile on his face, waving as Xander approached. “How are you, kid?” Uncle Jerry asked as he got to his feet.
“How’s Ezra?” Xander asked. “Is he okay?”
Jerry shrugged a little. “Well, he’s bruised up pretty bad. Needed some stitches. But he’ll be all right. He just can’t go speeding down the road for a little bit.”
“Fuck,” Xander murmured under his breath. How could he ever make it up to Ezra? He was the sweetest, gentlest guy in the bunch, and Xander had treated him like a punching bag. God, he felt like such garbage.
“But how are you?” Jerry asked again, wrapping an arm around Xander’s shoulders.
“How much was it?” Xander asked instead of addressing the question. “The bail.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Jerry said as he started leading Xander out of the building and into the front parking lot. “We covered it.”
“We?” Xander asked. “I thought the club would’ve fucking disowned me by now.”
“Well, I’m not going to lie to you, boy, they’d gladly do it if it weren’t for me. I think you know that.”
“But they agreed to post the money anyway? Why?”
Jerry glanced around the parking lot, avoiding Xander’s eyes. “Wasn’t club money.”
“Your savings? You don’t have that much, Jerry,” Xander replied. “Come on, where’d it come from?”
“Olivia,” Jerry said, almost in a whisper, like it would be a sin to say her name too loudly.
It stung Xander anyway, the full impact of the word’s meaning not hitting him until a few seconds later. Olivia paid? “You saw her? Where is she?” Xander’s heart sprang to life in his chest, beating so hard it hurt.
But Uncle Jerry shook his head. “I don’t know where she is now, son. She could be long gone by now.”
“Did she say where she was going?” Xander asked.
“I don’t think she wants to see you,” Jerry said with a sigh, staring at Xander with a sad, pitying look in his eyes.
But Xander didn’t care about that. “Where did you meet up?”
Jerry sighed deeply and clapped a hand on Xander’s shoulder. “There’s no use running after her, kid. You gotta let it go.”
“Just tell me where you saw her. Please,” he said, one inch away from falling to his knees to beg. “Please tell me, Jer.” Please, I need something to go by. Something.
Jerry sighed again, this time in resignation. “Remember that old farm building, that stake-out place we used when we were spying on The Scorpions a few years ago? Out there. That’s where she handed off the cash.”
Xander nodded. That was only a few miles from here. “Can I borrow your bike? You can call one of the other boys to pick you up.”
Jerry’s eyes just got sadder. “It’s too late now, son. I think you know that.”
“I know,” Xander admitted. “But I need to try. Please.”
Jerry nodded, backing away from his bike before handing the helmet off to Xander. “Go get her, if you can.”
Xander jumped onto the bike without any further hesitation, speeding off in the direction of the old farmhouse. He knew it was stupid. He knew he was never going to find her, but he needed some last piece of her, some last moment where he touched the same sand she touched, at the very least. And maybe he could find the tracks of her car, out there in the middle of nowhere, and if he followed the trail he might be able to get a clue as to where she went from there. It was a long shot, but it was worth it, as far as Xander was concerned. She gave up the money. She cares about me, still. She doesn’t hate me. She still cares. She still cares.
The farmhouse was a distinctive silhouette on the horizon as he exited onto the abandoned highway. Xander gunned for it, going so fast he might as well have been flying over the road. When he finally tore his eyes off the building to look around, he could make only one thing out: Olivia’s car, still parked a little way away from the house. His heart held still in his chest for a moment before succumbing to that infinite falling feeling like he’d just missed a step on a staircase. She’s here. She’s still here. I haven’t lost her.
As he rolled his bike to a stop, he could finally make out a sound other than the noise of rushing wind. A high, hysterical scream. Olivia’s scream.
Xander immediately swung off his bike and broke into a run, pushing his body as hard as he could to get to Olivia without even thinking.
There was a tangle of bodies, a huge black mass of movement on one side of her car. What the hell is going on?
As he got closer, he could make out Olivia in the center of the mob, wielding a can of pepper spray in one hand and her key in the other, swinging frantically around as men in leather jackets swarmed her.
“Fucking pussy!” one of the men yelled, and Xander immediately recognized the voice: Roger. “Sprayed me right in my fucking eyes.”
“Yeah, that’s what you fucking get, you fucking rapist shit-fuck!” Olivia screamed back, but she sounded terrified.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Xander shouted, causing the men to turn around to face him as he launched his body at them, fists smashing into every available surface.
Olivia immediately seized the opportunity, grabbing a fistful of Roger’s hair and yanking hard, causing him to howl in pain even before she sprayed more pepper spray directly in his eyes. Even in between fielding blows from the other men and punching as hard as he could, Xander could see Roger stumbling off in every direction, furiously rubbing his eyes.
Meanwhile, Olivia turned to one of the men trying to punch Xander, screaming right in his ear so he turned to face her instead. “Motherfucker!” Olivia howled, swinging her hands forward to scratch her nails deep into the guy’s face. “Piece of shit motherfucker!” she screamed over his groans of pain.
Xander was doing the best he could, throwing his elbows back into the faces of each of the men that attacked him, but Roger was recovering from the pepper spray and heading back into the fray now. Xander knew he could stay here and fight them until his limbs fell off, and it even felt good, crunching into their bones with his fist and feet, but after another minute he wasn’t able to keep them from refocusing their attention on Olivia, yanking at her hair and pulling on her clothes.
Oh, fuck no. Xander launched forward at Olivia, covering her with his body as he swung his fists around in a circle, hitting three men in a row until his knuckles burst open.
“Run, Olivia!” Xander yelled, pushing her out of the fray while the pile of men jumped on him, punching him about the face. He saw blood start to drip down from his forehead, but he wiped it away to see Olivia still spraying into the eyes of guys on the other side of the mob. “Run! Olivia, please!”
“Not without you!” she shouted back, throwing punches in Roger’s direction.
Xander locked gazes with Olivia and nodded before being blindsided with a sock to the jaw. They were either getting out of this together, or not at all.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something metal and shiny on the ground next to Roger’s feet. A wrench. He must have dropped it earlier and forgot about it. Xander lunged for it at the first opportunity, grabbing Roger about the throat and sticking the pointy edge of the wrench at his Adam’s apple. “Yo!” he shouted. “Got your leader here by the balls. You might want to step the fuck back now.”
The men froze and stared at Roger and Xander, while Olivia had her can ready to spray into anybody’s eyes at the first sign of movement. “Now, I’m going to walk over to the bike with my pal Roger here, and you guys are going to let us go, or Mr. Big Tough Leader man gets some metal in his throat.”
“It’s not that fucking sharp,” Roger said, but Xander stepped hard on his foot and shoved the wrench deeper into his skin.
“Try me,” Xander warned, beginning to walk through the crowd of bodies. “Come on, Olivia.”
They walked over to Jerry’s bike, Olivia leading the way, walking backwards so Roger couldn’t grab onto her hair or try to trip her. When they reached the bike, Xander nodded at Olivia to get on first, but she stood still for a second, obviously considering something.
“Hey, Xander,” she said, a small smile starting to spread on her battered face. “Let go of him. I wanna do something really quick.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, we gotta be getting—”
“Xander!” Olivia interrupted in a sharp tone. “Just let me have this.” She pulled out her can again and waved it around. “To make sure he doesn’t come after us.”
“Oh, come on,” Roger complained. “I won’t do shit, okay? Just don’t fucking spray me again.”
“Yeah, beg for it. See how far that’ll get you,” Olivia said, stepping forward slowly.
“No, come on, no!” Roger half-screamed as Xander pushed him into Olivia’s path, right in time for a stream of pepper spray to hit him in the face. He howled in pain while Olivia and Xander jumped on the bike and took off down the road as fast as possible.
“Where are we going?” Olivia yelled over the roar of the engine.
“I know a place,” he yelled back to her. Olivia’s hands tightened around his waist. Just hold on to me, baby, he thought. I will keep you safe.
They rolled to a stop about twenty minutes later, at another quiet place deep in the desert.
“What is this?” Olivia asked as they got off the bike in front of a broken-down old building.
“Old bar, fell through years ago. I’m the only one who visits it now. Come on, I know there’s a first aid kit and a bed in there in the back.”
Xander led them through to the back room of the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey on his way. He opened it and sucked a tenth of it down in a few seconds, before leaning his pounding head against the wall. Every bone in his body was aching.
“I’ve never done that before,” Xander said, more to himself than to Olivia.
But she was right behind him and heard every word. “What? Fight ten guys at once?” Olivia suggested, her voice still hoarse and rough from screaming.
“No. Walk away from a fight,” Xander said, settling down on the floor. “Come here.” He gestured toward the bed against the wall. “Lay down.”
Olivia went over to the floor and sat down next to him instead, keeping a safe distance of an inch or two between their bodies. “You’ve really grown.”
“How? I smashed Ezra’s face to bits the other night,” Xander reminded her.
“Yeah,” Olivia said, unfazed. “And you know that was wrong. You feel fucked-up about it. I can tell just looking at you. That’s a whole hell of a lot more than I would have gotten out of you two months ago.”
Xander was silent, staring down at his feet. It was weird, being praised. He wasn’t sure if he liked it.
“And you…you proved what I always knew,” Olivia continued. “You’re a leader.”
“What do you mean?” Xander asked, confused.
“In the fight, I watched you,” Olivia said. “In between howling like a banshee, I watched you. I saw you. You weren’t just fighting to fuck people up. You fought like the leader of a pack does. You protected me. You thought of the damage you could prevent, not the wounds you could inflict. It’s…it’s a lot.”
“Doesn’t feel like much,” Xander muttered. “I got there so late.”
“You got there in time,” Olivia said.
Xander was afraid to ask the question on his mind. How late was I, exactly? Olivia had called Roger a rapist, after all. “Did he touch you?” Xander asked in a low voice, trying to hide how terrified he felt. “Did any of them…you know…” He didn’t want to say it out loud, like that might make it real.
But Olivia shook her head. “No, but I’m pretty sure that’s where it was going. They were going to rape me.” Xander flinched at the word, and Olivia must have seen it, as she reached a hand out to cover his. “Hey, it’s okay. It didn’t happen. They just…beat me up instead.” She winced, holding onto the side of her ribcage with her free hand.
“Let me see,” Xander whispered, leaning over to carefully lift Olivia’s shirt to reveal a deep purple bruise forming along her waist and chest, right around her bra.
“Yeah, they fucked me up pretty good,” Olivia said with a sigh, gesturing to the bloody scabs on her chin and nose.
“Hey,” Xander said, putting a finger under her chin to make her look directly into his eyes. “You held your own pretty damn good, too. You’re tough.”
She shook her head. “No, no, I’m not tough. I’m pretty fucking weak,” she said with a sigh, taking her hand away from him.
Xander felt a pang in his chest at the loss of contact. He wanted to know what he’d done wrong this time, but before he could ask she spoke again.
“I should have fought Roger earlier.”
Xander furrowed his brow in confusion and stared at her until she sighed and nodded her head, like she was encouraging herself to keep going. “He threatened me. That’s why I left. He said if I didn’t fuck off, let things go back to the way they were before I got there, he’d kill you. I didn’t know what to do.”
“You could have told me,” Xander stuttered out. His head was spinning. He couldn’t get a grip on how he felt.
“I know, I know, I should have realized that,” Olivia admitted. “I was stupid, but I thought…I thought I understood the club. I thought that nobody would believe me, because I’m not a part of the family, you know.”
“You are a part of the family,” Xander said in a low voice. “You are.”
“I am?” Olivia asked, finally raising her head to stare back at Xander.
“Yes,” Xander said, almost in a whisper. But this time he wasn’t scared. He looked at Olivia directly in the eyes now. “You’re a part of my club. My family.”
***
Olivia willed her heart to calm down, but it was no use. At this rate it was going to break through her battered ribcage and fall to the floor at Xander’s feet. It was what he deserved, after everything. He deserved proof. So Olivia would have to give it to him.
She reached over with trembling fingers and touched Xander’s face, lightly stroking over his cheeks and jaw. “I’m so, so sorry,” she whispered. “I thought I was protecting you, but I abandoned you.”
“I felt like…I felt like I lost everything,” Xander said, his voice shaking a little. “Like it was Marta all over again. I felt like I was poison and nothing good would ever stay with me.”
Olivia felt tears start to press, hot and insistent, at the back of her eyes. She swallowed hard to try to keep them at bay. “I know. I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?”
Xander looked confused, his brow scrunched up in that way he had that made him look like an adorable puppy. “Forgive you?”
“Please,” Olivia whispered. “Please forgive me.”
Xander reached forward and pushed some of the bloody hair out of Olivia’s face. “Of course,” he whispered. “Of course.”
“You deserve better,” Olivia said, willing herself to push his hand away. She didn’t deserve it. “You deserve somebody strong enough to fight for you.”
“I have that,” Xander argued back in a low whisper as he leaned forward to brush his lips against a sensitive spot on her chin. “My warrior.”
The tears biding their time behind Olivia’s eyes finally broke through, and she didn’t try to blink them away. She had used up all her strength today. She sniffled and cleared her throat to speak while Xander’s fingers traced the cuts and bruises on her face. “Yeah, I’m really tough,” she said sarcastically.
“You are,” Xander said seriously, his lips brushing up to her neck and ear, and that was all it took. A second later Olivia was all-out sobbing, tears rushing down her face so fast they blinded her. She fell into Xander’s arms, absolutely collapsing against his body.
“Are you okay?” Xander whispered against her head, dropping sweet little kisses against her sensitive scalp.
“Yes, yes, I’m just—I’m so proud of you,” Olivia sobbed into his lap, clutching onto him with all her strength.
“Yeah?” Xander said, and Olivia didn’t have to look at his face to tell he was smiling.
“I guess today I realized I can be tough, but you—you can be soft, too,” Olivia said, wiping the side of her face dry as her sobs ceased. “And I’m just so proud to see it.”
Xander ran his hands over the back of her head, carefully avoiding pulling or pushing too hard. Everything on Olivia’s body was still sensitive from the fight, but at least they had both stopped bleeding from their wounds. Spread over his lap, Olivia could see his torn-up hands, so she reached over to pick one up gently and bring it to her mouth. “Thank you,” she whispered into his skin.
“Any time,” Xander said, tangling his fingers with hers.
Olivia felt a dull pain spring up at the back of her head, so she leaned more into Xander’s touch, wanting to feel comforted and protected.
“You tired?” Xander asked, using his free hand to rub at the back of her head again.
Olivia shook her head, but then reconsidered it. She did want to rest, but her body still felt so tense. She wasn’t sure if she could relax with all that had happened. Xander must have sensed her tension because he rubbed his hand down from her head and over her back, down to her ass and then back up again, cradling her closer in his arms.
“What are we going to do about those guys? The Souls who were beating me up,” Olivia asked.
Xander squeezed her more tightly. “I don’t know. I just hope they haven’t converted the whole club.”
“You think they all hate us that badly?” Olivia asked with a laugh. “I tried not to be so annoying.”
“No, I don’t know,” Xander said. “I just feel like they all hate me.”
“They don’t. They love you,” Olivia argued.
“Maybe,” Xander said, but he didn’t sound like he believed it. “If you’re tired, you should sleep.”
Olivia immediately recognized that Xander changed the subject, but she decided not to push it. She was pretty fucking tired, after all. She cuddled deeper into his lap, her face nuzzling his crotch. She could smell him, his deep inner scent, the one she could only smell if you were this close to his body. She felt safe in his arms, like the whole day hadn’t happened, like nothing bad had ever happened to her.
In this way, she drifted off, her muscles relaxing at once, falling into his arms without doubt. As she slipped her way into sleep, she heard Xander murmur something, but she couldn’t quite make it out. The last thing she felt was the grip of his arms wrapping around her to carry her into bed.
Sometime later, Olivia twitched herself awake, a smile on her lips. She slowly blinked her eyes open to see Xander staring down at her. She must have been asleep for hours, as the view of the sky provided by the single window in the back room was deep purple. Twilight had fallen.
“You were talking in your sleep,” Xander said, doing that gorgeous half-smile of his as he brushed some of the hair away from Olivia’s forehead.
“Hmm?” Olivia murmured in response.
“Sayin’ nice things to me,” Xander murmured.
“Like what?” Olivia asked, blushing in embarrassment.
“None of your business,” Xander said, grinning at her. But after a second the smile faded from his face. Olivia reached down to tickle his fingers, trying to make him laugh. Xander squirmed but shifted so his whole body sat on the bed, reaching out to wrap an arm under her waist. Olivia reached for his toes, playing with them with her fingers.
“What’re you doing?” Xander asked, smiling a little at her as he dodged her tickles.
“Trying to figure out what’s wrong. Can you tell me?” Olivia asked, digging her fingers gently into the side of his neck, causing him to tilt his head back to give her better access.
“It’s nothing,” he whispered, his throat working furiously as he spoke. Olivia dipped her fingers lower, dancing over his Adam’s apple.
“You can tell me,” she murmured softly.
“It’s just—” Xander cut himself off, shutting his eyes and rocking his head back harder onto Olivia’s lap. “I dreamt about you when you were gone, you know. For some reason my brain just thought you were…kidnapped, like you were taken away from me.”
The implication stung Olivia right in the chest. Xander had trusted her so much he assumed she was forcibly taken away from him. The guilt hung heavy in her heart.
“I’ll never leave again. I promise,” Olivia swore, tears threatening to leak out again as she spoke. She leaned up and pushed her head against his to nuzzle his nose with hers. She needed that contact to prove this wasn’t a dream, that she was really forgiven, that she could stop feeling so scared and alone.
“Even if I stay with the club?” Xander asked in a soft, hesitant voice.
Olivia lifted her head to look at Xander’s face, but it was guarded, his eyes shut against judgment. “You want to?”
Xander stared down at her and moved his hand up to lightly brush against her lips. “It’s mine, you know? I have to fight for it. You know how that goes.”
“Yeah, I know how that goes,” Olivia said, flexing her pained muscles to remind herself of her own strength.
Xander leaned in and pressed their lips together softly, slipping his tongue into her mouth so slowly it was like he was afraid she was going to break. Olivia turned the kiss harder, firmer, fisting her hand in the back of his hair to pull him closer, deeper into her body. But after a second he pulled back a little, breathing heavily onto her mouth. “Is it okay if we go…kinda slow?” he asked, avoiding her eyes.
Olivia nodded quickly and gently raked her nails over Xander’s scalp, causing him to rock back into her touch. She loved seeing him like this, completely vulnerable and bare and open. “Yeah, of course, we’re both still pretty beaten up.”
Xander nodded but bit his lip. “I could fuck you hard if you want, but I…I wanna…”
“Be soft,” Olivia supplied. She understood what Xander was asking. So much of their relationship had been framed by violence and destruction and loss. It was time for a change of pace. It was time to heal.
Xander’s hands rubbed over her thighs and calves, lightly pushing the hem of her skirt up to reveal her underwear. But he was in no rush. His fingers danced along her skin, her tiny little hairs springing up in attention. Olivia felt raw and sensitive, like she’d just shed a layer of skin and gotten closer to herself, and now she was letting Xander in to her body, her real body. She was, as always, hyper-conscious of how she looked. But instead of shifting on the bed to look as sexy as possible, spreading her legs in just the right way to entice him, she relaxed into his touch and let herself sink further onto the bed. Tonight she wasn’t going to perform at all. She wasn’t going to act like she had all the answers, that she was sexy and powerful and in control. Tonight she was showing him all her softest, most sensitive parts, and she realized with a shiver she actually trusted him to handle them.
Xander pushed her thighs apart, but instead of going in between them to get at her crotch, he focused his attention on her inner legs, the soft skin there that barely ever got touched. Xander leaned over and pressed his lips there, applying gentle open-mouth kisses to every inch of skin down to her knees. “Mmm, that tickles,” Olivia said with a laugh, spreading her knees apart wider to let him play with her more.
“Just tell me what feels good,” Xander whispered, his tongue dancing along her kneecap, causing her to seize up with the strength of the sensation that followed. “Too much?”
Olivia shook her head, already panting. “No, no, just enough. Just go slow.”
Xander licked wider and harder around her knee, bringing out his teeth to pull at her skin. Olivia hissed a little under her breath and bent her legs up, encouraging him to lick down her legs to her ankle. He then focused on her toes, tickling them lightly with his fingers before slipping them into his mouth and sucking gently.
“Mm,” Olivia groaned, spreading her legs apart as his hand danced up past her knee and landed back on her thigh. “Mm, your mouth…”
Xander pulled off her foot to drop little kisses around her ankle. “You taste sweet.”
Olivia laughed, having to hold her ribcage through the pain of movement. “My foot tastes sweet?”
But Xander was unbothered, shrugging and nodding slightly before clasping her ankle in his hand and sliding his tongue on the sensitive underside of her foot.
Olivia groaned quietly, twisting her torso back and forth as she got used to the wet tickling sensation. Meanwhile, Xander’s nails hovered over her skin, touching her foot lightly but never pressing down. God, she wanted him to push down, to dig into her. But he was teasing her, and she was trying to see how long she could go without begging for more.
Xander sucked harder on the bottom of her foot, causing her to squeal and arch up into his touch. “Jesus,” Olivia whispered. She never knew her foot was this sensitive. It almost hurt, how good it felt.
She had started sweating already, beads forming on the back of her neck and under her arms and legs. She wondered if it tasted gross on his tongue, but Xander only seemed to become more encouraged by it, licking her foot more quickly and firmly. Olivia moaned, her voice climbing higher with every stroke of his tongue. He only went harder and faster with every moan that left her mouth. His teeth came out again, pulling teasingly at her skin. “Fuck, baby,” Olivia groaned helplessly, her head rocking back and forth on the pillow. Xander sucked harder, traveling up from her foot to the bone of her ankle and then up to her calves, switching between one leg and another and keeping her off-balance. She was breathing harder and harder, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair again as he rose up her body.
“You taste so fucking good,” Xander whispered, licking thickly at the cleft between her thighs. He lifted his body to settle between her open legs, pausing to kiss the tops of her thighs, back and forth, back and forth, his kisses becoming more wet and open with each pass.
“Did you miss it? Touching me?” Olivia asked breathlessly without thinking. For some reason she had to know.
Xander groaned and nuzzled his head against her clothed crotch, his hand coming up to push her dress up farther. “So fucking much. I needed it so fucking much,” he whispered, scratching his way up the sides of her legs. Olivia smiled down at him, loving the raw, open look on his face as he stared back up at her. Then she wrapped her legs around his body, pushing him farther onto her crotch.
“Oh? You want to tell me something, baby?” Xander asked, nuzzling his cheek against her covered pussy.
Olivia dragged her feet over Xander’s back, pulling his shirt up with one foot. “Maaaaaybe,” Olivia said in response, rubbing his exposed skin with her foot. “I want you…to touch me.”
“Mm, do you deserve it?” Xander asked, biting gently on her thigh again, sucking hard until he left a bright red mark. “Are you a good girl?”
Olivia bit her lip. For a second she felt like she didn’t know what to do, push him off or pull him in deeper? Tease him or cut to the chase? But then Xander’s mouth opened again, sliding his wet tongue all over the edge of her underwear, and she couldn’t do anything but moan brokenly. “Please,” she groaned. “Please, baby. I need it.”
Xander raked his nails starting from her hipbones, still buried underneath her dress, down to her calves, causing her to arch up against his torso again.
“You’re gonna have to unwrap your legs if you want me to lick you,” Xander said, a teasing tone to his voice.
“Mm,” Olivia whined, pretending like she felt highly conflicted. “What to do, what to do…”
Xander laughed and kissed the top of her thigh, pulling her skin between his teeth lightly and biting down until she moaned. Her legs moved of their own accord, planting themselves deep into the mattress on either side of Xander’s shoulders. She was spread-open, her pussy feeling inflamed and sensitive even through her panties.
He stuck a thumb under the fabric of her underwear, right next to her hipbone, and slowly tugged it down, the cold air hitting her pussy. Olivia groaned and shifted around, trying to expedite the process while her panties were ever-so-slowly pulled down her legs. Olivia kicked them off her feet and onto the floor as soon as possible, re-wrapping her legs around Xander’s neck.
Xander inhaled deeply, clearing savoring the scent of her pussy. Olivia thought she could smell it even from her vantage point on the pillow: strong and sharp. Desperate. She wanted it so bad she could feel herself leaking already.
He brushed his nose against her outer labia, gently pushing his way all the way from the bottom to the top of her pussy.
“Mm, you teasing me?” Olivia asked, stroking her fingers along the backs of his ears until she could feel him shiver.
He exhaled lightly, the air from his lungs warming up her pussy even more. Olivia squirmed and moaned under her breath, shifting around to try to get his lips to touch her pussy directly again. But it was no use. Xander dodged her movements, keeping a millimeter of distance from her skin. But he kept breathing, heavier and heavier every second, stroking her with air. She moaned again and arched up closer, wanting to feel his wetness mingle with hers.
Xander dug his fingers harder into her thighs, breathing even more deeply. “I wanna fuck you with my tongue.” His voice was hoarse and worn, like every breath took as much effort as a howl.
“Please,” she moaned, the only word she could manage to force out. “Please, please, please,” she whimpered pathetically. She needed it. If she didn’t get it, she felt like she might fall apart.
Xander leaned in again until his lips pressed against her outer lips, gently skimming from bottom to top. Olivia moaned lightly and spread her legs farther, just in time for Xander’s tongue to slide in between. She groaned and put her own hands over her mouth, trying her keep her embarrassing noises to a minimum.
But Xander just reached up and pulled her hands down, holding them in place on either side of her hips as he licked her pussy open. Olivia moaned quietly, pushing her knees farther apart to open for him. He licked long stripes on either side of her pussy, biting down gently and causing her nerves to go wild. She felt like every sensitive cell in between her legs was lighting itself on fire, running around in joy and excitement and relief at finally, finally being touched the way she needed.
“Love this fucking taste,” Xander grunted right before sucking one of her lips into his mouth, pulling the skin between his teeth carefully.
Olivia cried out, arching her hips upward until he let go of her lip with a wet smack.
“Yeah, you deserve it, don’t you, you good girl?” Xander murmured, applying tiny, teasing licks all over her pussy. Olivia squealed and squirmed on the bed, closing her knees to frame his face again. Xander moved his mouth to the top of her pussy, applying one, two, three hyper-fast licks to her pulsing clit, but then he moved down, giving little bites on his journey south. Olivia squeezed his hands tighter, needing something to hold on to.
“Please, please, unh, please,” Olivia moaned, rotating her hips up and down to try to get him to touch her clit again. She could feel her heartbeat pounding between her legs, and she needed more of it. She wanted to completely shatter apart under his tongue.
“Patience, baby, patience,” Xander said in a teasing tone of voice right before his tongue came out to lick at the wetness pooling from her vagina.
Shit, Olivia thought as her hips seized upwards involuntarily. Her hole was more sensitive than she thought. She had started sweating so heavily, she thought she was going to suffocate, but she didn’t care. She needed more of his mouth, his fingers, his cock. She could feel herself leaking onto his tongue, which hovered just outside of her, the tip barely touching her sensitive, red skin.
He moved back to biting, making Olivia moan first in disappointment then in pleasure as he bit down hard, sucking her skin gently but firmly, probably hard enough to leave a mark. Xander traveled down from her pussy, nudging her ass with his nose until she lifted her hips. Xander looked so hot between her legs, his tongue coming out again to lick along her thick ass cheeks.
Olivia groaned as his teeth skimmed over her skin.
Xander bit down harder, sucking forcefully, his mouth making loud sounds as he pulled her hard into his mouth, abandoning one of her hands to lift her ass up higher and slipping one finger in between her cheeks. Xander rubbed the sensitive skin gently while his mouth claimed her as his, finally letting go with a loud smack to catch his breath.
“Did you…is there a mark?” Olivia asked in between her heavy panting breaths.
Xander lifted her ass higher to get a better look before a wide grin spread over his face. “Mhm,” he murmured, pulling his hand out between her cheeks to trace the mark he’d just made, causing Olivia to shiver in his grasp.
“Good,” Olivia exhaled, her hips finally collapsing back down onto the bed. “I wanna be yours. Totally yours.” If she were less horny she might have had the energy to worry about what she was saying. They’d never even called each other boyfriend and girlfriend yet, and here she was, declaring her loyalty and love. But she wasn’t scared. After everything, she no longer felt afraid of Xander. She felt safe, hiding inside his touch.
Xander used his free hand to gently tickle along the underside of her ass, causing her to giggle a little and squirm on the bed, still holding onto his other hand. He finally smacked her ass firmly, making her squeal in excitement, but then he focused his attention back on her pussy, his hand skimming its way from the bottom to the top.
“Yes,” Olivia hissed out, shutting her eyes as he finally paid some proper attention to her clit. He was still teasing her, though, touching it for one second before moving away.
Olivia bit down on her lip and moved her hips around, trying to maximize the pleasure from each tantalizing little touch to her clit. All her blood was pooled under that one little sensitive inch of her, pounding out a rhythm to match the one he set with his fingers.
“So soft, so sweet,” Xander murmured, his fingers moving a little bit faster from clit to skin and then back to her clit. “Do you want more? Harder?”
She nodded and hitched her hips up, trying to press her clit more firmly onto his hand whenever it passed by. “Yes, yes, harder, please,” she murmured.
Xander went from skimming over her clit thoughtlessly to tapping at it with his two middle fingers, pressing down a little. Not hard, but enough to get Olivia to moan and push her hips forward.
She jerked her hips in wide circles, brushing the bottom of her pussy against the base of his hand.
“Mmm, what’s that, you want more?” Xander asked, his fingers coming faster and faster onto her clit. “You want more, baby?”
Olivia laughed breathlessly, moving her hips faster. “Mm, what do you think?”
Xander leaned in and breathed on her pussy again while his fingers froze over her clit, pushing down hard on it.
Olivia cried out. She immediately felt her pussy get hotter, the pounding under her skin getting louder and louder. She wasn’t sure if she was moaning or if she was completely silent, her ears were so full of the sound of her own insistent heartbeat. Without warning, Xander started pushing and pulling her clit up and down, side to side, and Olivia’s entire spine stiffened, lifting her hips off the bed. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” she moaned, squeezing his hand again. “Please, God.”
But that wasn’t enough for Xander, apparently. He must have made it his mission to take her apart entirely, because next he pressed his lips against the sensitive area of flesh just under her clit and started rotating his thumb down to her hole. “Unnh!” Olivia cried out, jerking her hips up to let the tip of his thumb inside of her. “Baby, baby, baaaaby, yes!”
Xander licked at the bottom of her clit, pushing the top of it around firmly with his fingers, while his thumb started pumping in and out of her, spreading her wetness. Olivia thrusted her hips forward, wanting more of his finger inside of her. The more Olivia moaned, the faster Xander licked her clit, pushing it in two directions at once. The more and more he sucked and stroked her, the more she bounced on the bed, the old bedsprings squeaking with the motions of her body.
Olivia twisted her fingers with Xander’s. With her free hand, she stretched to tangle her hand in Xander’s hair. She loved how it felt between her fingers, thick and wet. It showed how hard he was working, how much he wanted to please her. She tugged hard on his hair, pulling him forward harder onto her clit. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, give it to me, baby, baby,” Olivia moaned, bouncing her hips up and down faster on the bed, feeling herself get wetter and wetter between her legs.
Xander pressed his finger down as hard as possible onto her clit, his tongue flicking back and forth so fast Olivia was torn between pushing him back and pulling him forward. It was electric, the way they converged on her pussy, moving back and forth, a perfect dance between their two bodies. Xander’s saliva and Olivia’s wetness mingled together, their skin touching so quickly and so hotly that she couldn’t tell the difference between her body and his. His thumb dipped deeper inside of her, bending and extending to brush up against all her inner sensitive spots.
Olivia kept moaning, louder and louder, but she was running out of energy to be embarrassed about it. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wasn’t afraid to show it. “Fuck me,” Olivia demanded, thrusting forward into his face and back onto the bed as quickly and as roughly as possible, panting with the effort. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Xander dove deeper into her pussy, licking faster and faster while his thumb fucked into her as deep as possible, getting entirely covered in her juices. “I love it. I fucking love this,” Xander murmured into her pussy, his head moving side to side as he gave her thick wide licks. He was giving her exactly what she wanted, and she wanted to repay him as soon as possible. But not yet.
Olivia’s hand drifted from Xander’s hair down to his shoulder, her nails digging into his exposed skin under the sleeve of his shirt. She dug in as hard as possible, wanting to drive into his skin, his blood, his very being.
Her clit started vibrating, her legs shaking beyond her control. She cried out, slapping the top of the bed in frustration and desire. Goddammit, she wanted to come all over Xander’s face, utterly splatter him with her juices. Xander’s hand covered the exposed skin of her pussy, the sensitive flesh in between her clit and her hole, jerking side to side to maximize her pleasure, the flesh of his palm parting her. Olivia groaned more loudly and pushed her dress up to play with her own nipple.
“God, you sweet girl,” Xander murmured into her flesh, licking her as hard as possible, his tongue moving to the rhythm of her heart in her pussy. She thrusted up into his mouth, their two bodies joined together as one. “You sweet little thing, I love you so much.”
Olivia’s heart seized up in her chest, frozen in time. For a second she didn’t know if she was dreaming, or hallucinating, or otherwise experiencing some kind of psychotic break. But he said it. He lunged over that threshold, holding onto her the whole time. He said it, the most terrifying, beautiful thing, and the world hadn’t ended. Olivia moaned louder than ever before and started fucking Xander’s face with her pussy, jerking forward and back, probably drenching his chin with her wetness.
“Fuck, fuck, I love it, I love you, I love you,” Olivia moaned back, her energy pooling down in between her legs as she thrusted back and forth between the bed and Xander’s mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”
Xander’s teeth suddenly came into play, latching onto her clit as he sucked as hard as possible, making her feel things she couldn’t even put into words. It was beyond thought, beyond feeling. It was like Olivia was suspended on a hot, pulsing cloud, every inch of her body bombarded with pleasure. She couldn’t get a break from it; the hotness of his mouth was surrounding her like a perfect-fitting glove. His thumb stuck in deeper, all the way consumed by her pussy, and for a second, just a second, Olivia was astounded by her own strength, her own amazing ability, the amazing ability of all women to take things in, to make them feel at home in her body. She could take it. She could take Xander into her body, make him hers, mark him as her own with her fluids, and that meant she was powerful. That meant she was strong. She was whole.
Olivia felt that tell-tale tingle in between her legs, and she knew she was going to explode any second now. “Baby. Baby, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Olivia trailed off, lost in the sweet sucking sensation that Xander was giving her.
“Mm?” Xander murmured, unable to say anything with his mouth full of pussy.
She groaned some more at that thought and spread her legs apart, tilting his mouth at a new angle that made her scream. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, goddammit!” Olivia howled, bouncing her pussy up as fast as possible, so fast the bed threatened to fall apart underneath them.
“Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck that pussy, shit, shit, shit!” she moaned, her hips freezing at that one perfect angle that had his thumb hitting this perfect spot inside of her, his tongue sweeping over her inflamed clit, her legs trembling so hard she thought they were about to melt.
When Olivia came, she came the way a galaxy arrives at existence: all pain and pleasure wrapped up in one moment, the brilliant agonizing ecstasy of life making itself known all at once. She thrusted her pussy forward into his mouth and came apart inside of him, flooding the entire room with a series of sounds so obscene, it was like she’d invented another language just for this feeling. The heat between her legs exploded like a supernova, going on forever, reverberating through her body without ever leaving it. It almost hurt, but she held onto the moment rather than shoving away from it. She let the sensation of heat explode inside of her, over and over again, like waves that obey only the urge to crash onto the shore. She would never forget this moment for as long as she lived.
Olivia’s hips fell back onto the bed and she panted furiously, desperate for air in her burning lungs. She was sweating like a beast, and the sheets beneath her were probably soaked-through with the evidence of their fucking. Above her, Xander chuckled lightly, his hand dancing along the over-sensitive skin of her upper thighs, painting patterns that Olivia felt like she could see even with her eyes closed. She was content. She was full.
But the night wasn’t over yet.
Xander crawled his way back up her body, dropping kisses here and there on her legs, her hips, her stomach, her chest, her arms, her shoulder, her ear. He bit her lightly, gently, just teasing her back to full consciousness with his teeth, but for several long minutes all Olivia could do was sigh deeply and will the tears that had pooled into her eyes not to spill over. She didn’t know why she was crying. It wasn’t like she had never had an orgasm before. But this one felt different. This one was special. It was like her entire body and mind had been taken apart, piece by piece by precious piece, and rebuilt through the fire of creation. That was the power that Xander had over her, but he wasn’t abusing it. He wasn’t unaware of it. He respected it. If the slide of his lips over her skin was anything to go by, he worshipped it, revered it. Treated it like the sweet treasure that it really was, this power to remake her from the ground up.
After all, she’d done the same thing to him.
That was the thought that made Olivia spread her legs apart again to encase Xander’s body, pull him in deeper into hers. “Mm, thank you,” she murmured softly, trying and failing to kiss the side of his face. She missed by an inch, completely overwhelmed still by the shaking sensation that had taken over her entire body.
“You’re very welcome,” Xander whispered back, applying sweet gentle kisses to the side of her face, her cheeks, her chin, her jaw. “Thank you for letting me.”
“You’re so…” Olivia trailed off.
“Hot?” Xander supplied. “Sexy? Fucking amazing at going down?”
Olivia giggled a little and playfully smacked the side of Xander’s face softly. “No, that’s not what I was going to say.”
“What, then?” Xander asked, and when his eyes met hers, Olivia could see the genuine question that remained within. He wanted to know what she thought. He needed to know.
Olivia licked her lips and closed her eyes in preparation, a little too nervous to say this out loud while facing him. “You’re so loving. So, so, unbelievably loving. I never would have guessed that.” She held her eyes closed for a long time, only listening to the sound of his breathing, steady and reassuring, but then after a while his hand came up to cradle the side of her face and she found the courage to open her eyes and face him properly. Xander’s eyes were full of tears, and he glanced away as soon as she opened her eyes, but Olivia bent at the waist, sitting up so she could reach over and pull his head back, make him face her directly. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheeks. “So beautiful.”
“I’m not,” Xander argued, but his voice sounded almost hopeful.
“You are,” Olivia said back, as confidently as she’d ever said anything. She leaned up to kiss his shut eyelids, then down to press her lips against the sweet tears on his cheek. “So fucking gorgeous and perfect and wonderful. I love you.”
She hadn’t expected him to say it back, to verify it outside of sex. It wasn’t about that. She needed to let him know he was loved, that he was appreciated, that his goodness hadn’t gone unnoticed.
But he swallowed heavily and opened his eyes. He stared at her directly and said, “I love you, too.”
Olivia felt her face crumple up in response before the words had even fully hit her. She launched herself forward and wrapped herself around him, her arms and legs completely encasing him. “Fuck, you fucking—You fucking magnificent— Goddammit,” she muttered into his neck while she furiously kissed his skin. “You’re amazing.”
“No, no, you,” Xander said back, kissing her on the side of her chin. “You. It’s because of you. Everything.”
Olivia couldn’t stand it anymore. She pulled at his body with her legs, hoisting him up fully on the bed through force of will, and immediately began getting him out of his clothes. She yanked his shirt off his body and flung it across the room, then fumbled with his belt before slinging it as far away as possible. While Olivia took off the rest of her own clothes, Xander took care of his pants himself, unbuttoning and unzipping them and pulling them to the floor along with his underwear until he was totally naked on top of her, panting as hard as she was.
“What do you want?” Xander murmured, his hand reaching down again to play in her wetness.
Olivia, still sensitive from her orgasm, spread her legs open until they could wrap around his back and waist, urging his hips forward to press against hers. “I want you. All of you.”
“Yeah? You want my come?” Xander whispered, wrapping a hand around Olivia’s neck and guiding her face forward into a deep kiss. “That what you want?”
Olivia nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, please, if you…if you think I deserve it.”
Xander laughed into her mouth, kissing her deeper, his tongue licking against her teeth, her tongue, her reddest flesh. “You deserve it, baby. You deserve it so bad. Such a good fucking girl for me.” His hand moved faster over her pussy, spreading her wetness around in every direction. “I’m gonna fill you up so good.”
Meanwhile, his hard cock throbbed against her upper thigh. Olivia didn’t know if she was imagining things, but she felt like she could feel his heartbeat through his cock, pounding insistently on her flesh. And she wanted more of it.
She tried to reach down to grab it, but he stopped her hand before it could get there and moved it above her head, pinning it to the bed. She moaned quietly into Xander’s mouth, breathing more and more brokenly as his hand slipped over her pussy faster. “You want it?” Xander asked again, thrusting his cock against her leg.
“So bad,” Olivia moaned, biting at his jaw.
“You deserve it,” Xander said again. “You deserve it so much, baby.”
“Then fucking give it to me. I’m a good girl. I’ve waited,” Olivia said in response, jerking her hips up again to get more of his cock on her skin. She could feel him leaking from his tip. God, he really wants me, she thought, grinning to herself.
“Yeah, you’re good. You’re my good little girl,” Xander said, finally aligning his cock with her pussy but still hovering outside of her hole. His fingers still lingered over her clit, lightly pushing it up and down.
Olivia pushed her hips forward, taking the tip of Xander’s dick inside of her pussy. She moaned, rocking her head back onto the pillow.
Xander leaned forward to lick her neck, going up the side of her face and biting lightly on her ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” Xander whispered, pulling on her earlobe until she squealed under her breath.
“I am?” Olivia asked breathlessly, clenching and unclenching her pussy around the top of his cock and feeling herself leak even more.
“So tight,” Xander answered, moving to suck at Olivia’s lips, pulling them gently but firmly between his teeth. “Such a perfect fit for my cock. It’s like you were made for me.”
Olivia hitched her hips down to take another centimeter of Xander’s cock in. “I just wanna be good for you. I wanna make you feel good.”
Xander growled and reached one hand down to grab the underside of Olivia’s ass, his nails digging into her skin. “You’re mine, baby. You’re mine.”
She nodded furiously, kissing him hard, her tongue digging into his mouth to taste him as much as possible. “I’m yours. Please. That’s all I want.”
As if to reward her, Xander moved forward, pushing his dick farther inside, rotating his hips in a circle to hit all the special spots inside of her pussy.
“Go deeper, baby, please. I need it,” Olivia grunted out.
Xander muttered something, but Olivia couldn’t make it out. In any case, he thrusted his hips forward and sunk another inch of his cock inside of her. Olivia reached down to rub at his shoulders in a wordless demonstration of gratitude, her fingers slipping over his sweat. But for a minute Xander just held still, panting hard above her. Even just halfway in, Xander’s cock felt so big, spreading her apart, making her little hole stretch wider and wider.
But she knew she could take more. “Can I have it deeper, baby?” she asked in a low, innocent tone.
“In a second, I just—” Xander shook his head, cutting himself off.
“What is it?” Olivia asked, using her free hand to cup the side of Xander’s face and make him look her directly in the eyes.
“I wanna feel you. I want it to last,” Xander said in an almost-whisper.
“I know what you mean,” Olivia whispered back, stretching her head up to lightly kiss Xander on the lips. “I don’t want this to ever end.”
Xander pushed forward then, sinking another few inches of his cock inside of her.
Olivia gasped in response before adjusting her legs to wrap more securely around Xander’s waist. She kept slipping off from their combined sweat, but when she moved to a different angle she moaned out again, feeling Xander’s cock brush up against a little spot inside of her that set off sparks behind her eyes. “That’s fucking good,” she muttered under her breath, hitching her hips up to encourage Xander’s cock in deeper, trying to get him to hit that spot again. “That…that…that’s good, baby.”
“Yeah? You like that? You like my cock inside of you?” Xander whispered, leaning forward until he was buried to the hilt.
Olivia nodded furiously, moaning brokenly as Xander adjusted and hit that spot again. “Yeah, I really— I really like that,” Olivia said, flexing her thighs to hold onto Xander’s back more tightly. Her muscles started burning with the exertion, but she didn’t care. She wanted her whole body to work as hard as Xander was, so she started thrusting her hips up, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as Xander started grunting in response.
He squeezed her pinned hand harder, pushing it farther into the surface of the bed, and his hips started moving to the rhythm she’d set with hers. At this point, the bed started squeaking loudly, but after a second Olivia ignored it and moved her hips faster, rotating her pelvis around to get that perfect angle. It took her a few tries, but when she found it she howled like an animal. She moaned as the head of Xander’s cock pushed just exactly right against her most sensitive spot inside, again and again and again as he thrusted back and forth.
She could feel herself building again, that spot inside of her getting more and more sensitive with every touch. But she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to explode at the same time as Xander. As if he could read her mind, he suddenly slowed down, his hips moving in long, drawn-out teasing strokes.
Olivia growled and wrestled her hand from his, using it to push at the side of Xander’s body until he rolled over, still remaining inside of her as they switched positions. Olivia sunk down onto his cock, taking all of it in with one stroke but then sitting still.
“What are you—” Xander started to say, but then his head fell back onto the bed when she started clenching around him, squeezing and pulling on his cock with her inner muscles. “Fuck, give it to me.”
Olivia couldn’t imagine doing anything else at this point, not when he looked so goddamned beautiful, so sweaty and red and exposed and vulnerable, his big dark eyes staring up at her in desperation. She reached behind her body and stuck her hand between her legs to get at Xander’s balls, rubbing them gently while her pussy kept pulsing on his shaft.
Xander whimpered a little at the sensation, but Olivia wanted more. She wanted him to scream. She rubbed harder, pulling the sensitive skin of his balls between her fingers, making Xander cry out louder. “Shit, shit, shit, oh!” he moaned before grabbing Olivia around the waist with one arm and sitting up on the bed, sending his dick in even deeper.
She adjusted as quickly as she could, rotating her hips slowly in Xander’s lap, continuing to play with his balls.
His free hand moved to her pussy, two fingers landing on her clit to push it up and down, to the same rhythm she squeezed her pussy around him. “You’re such a naughty girl, such a sweet girl,” Xander murmured, squeezing her clit between his two fingers, making Olivia’s head rock back in pleasure.
She couldn’t help herself now. She had to fucking move. Olivia started lifting her hips up, only a little bit at first and then higher and higher. After a minute she was pulling herself off Xander’s cock until only the tip remained inside before falling back down, slamming him back inside her. The bed pounded against the back wall with the motion of their bodies, but it was almost hard to hear over the loud groans that emitted from Xander’s mouth.
“You’re so…so beautiful,” Xander stuttered out, leaning in to kiss her sweetly and softly even as his cock pushed roughly in and out of her.
Olivia bounced harder, their hips loudly smacking together and masking the squeaking of the bedsprings. “Thank you,” she whispered back. “You’re so…You’re everything. You’re fucking everything.” She buried her fingers in Xander’s thick hair and pressed their foreheads together, staring as deeply in his eyes as possible. “My everything.”
“I’m gonna come,” Xander announced, pushing his hips up harder to increase the frequency of their thrusts. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Do it. Do it, please. I need it. I need your come,” Olivia moaned into Xander’s mouth before biting down on his lip. She held onto Xander’s back tighter, holding on as they pounded their hips together as hard as possible. She bounced downward with all her weight, bringing his cock in as deep as she could. The sparks in her pussy were building, getting bigger and brighter and hotter and Oh, God. It was happening. She was going to explode, right on his cock. Olivia squealed, clutching Xander as closely as possible while her pussy contracted around him, pulsing so fast she thought she was going to burst.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes, please,” Xander groaned back, slapping her ass lightly as she rode him through the first wave of her orgasm. “Oh, shit, oh, shit, it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna fucking—.”
Halfway through her contractions, Olivia felt Xander pulse inside of her, pushing in deeper as his cock spurted out load after load of come into her pussy. It just made her shake harder, the vibrations in her pussy getting bigger until all the lights in the universe flickered and burned behind her eyes, setting her mind on fire for one brilliant instant before fading out.
They collapsed together, falling to the side, still entangled. Olivia couldn’t move, other than to weakly scratch at Xander’s scalp. His cock was still inside of her, right where she wanted it. She didn’t ever want him to leave.
“That was…” Xander said. “That was…” He trailed off again.
“Yeah,” Olivia answered him when the ability to speak returned to her a minute later. “It was.”
They just sat in silence for a long time, stroking each other’s faces gently and trading light, gentle kisses while their muscles recovered. Finally, Xander broke the quiet, tearing Olivia away from the grasp of sleep.
“We’re not going to let them take the club,” Xander murmured into her hair. “It’s ours.”
Olivia smiled to herself, blinking back the warm flood of tears in her eyes. “Yes. It’s ours.”