Chapter Nine

Olivia

 

 

I've never held so much power for anyone else, but with Luke, he leaves me choices to make my own decision.

If I'm cruel, I can play it hard for him and say no. I know without a doubt that with my mark he won't push forward. No matter how difficult it will be for him to turn around and forget all about this, he will not force me or anyone into something they don't want to do. That is just the type of man he is despite claiming that he's nothing but a cold-hearted beast.

As for me, if I continue with this unknown path there's no turning back. What's waiting for me on the other side of the wall feels like another chapter of my life.

 

It takes every bit my will to command my legs to loosen up but remembering it's Luke who's been keeping me up on my feet; I start to relax.

I lean against the cold door, cool against the blistering temperature of my body.

His eyes ask unspoken questions, and I confirm it with a smile.

Though ugly as it is, I know that Luke knows what he’s doing. He will never hurt me, not on purpose anyway...

Parting my legs gently, I feel his breath there making me stiffen.

His soothing cold voice cuts through my thoughts. "I promise you it'll be good. Just let go."

I don't realize that I'm too uptight until the sting of my nails digging into my palm process in my brain.

Taking a long rag breath, I completely let go this time.

Luke works with such ease and experience that he rips my underwear in peace! Before the shock can register fully, he dives in for the kill and knocks my breath away.

His mouth sinful, while his tongue a master piece.

I'm thrown off balance. Thankfully he holds me tight while making me lose my mind at the same time. If there's anyone who can do that effortlessly, it's Luke.

He swings my left leg on his shoulder, delving deeper in me. My hands take a fist of his hair, pulling him away in a mad trance. But as if purge on, he goes crazier than it is already.

His digit draws circles there while his tongue plays with that sensitive nerve that has me bowing my back in pleasure. Pressing deeper, his finger tries to loosen me, building a tightness in that area. It's a little uncomfortable, but after a while, my body begins to relax to the intrusion. He bellies his movement with his skilful tongue to the movement of his finger. A heaviness in my stomach starts to build up; my eyes pressed tight in anticipation of what is to come.

Pushing me further to the edge, Luke bumps the tip of his nose to that tight nerve, pushing another finger that crashes my world apart in the most beautiful way.

My body tightens against his fingers gingerly continuing to plow me to my orgasm.

My body sags against him after the powerful orgasm that takes me over.

A deep rumble of his voice breaks me out of my shock, finding him grinning at me most beautifully.

"I've never seen a better sight in my entire life, Olivia."

 

My cheeks burn, only realizing now how intimate we were a moment ago. But what's surprisingly gorgeous is that he can say those words still kneeling there with his face glistening and look beautiful it hurts.

He got up to steal a kiss, holding me in my waist.

With our proximate closeness, I brush against his manhood making him jump at a mere contact. I realize that he's got his need too and yet he doesn't say anything about it.

Whatever comes over me tonight, I thank it. If there's anyone I want to share this particular moment with its Luke. I've never felt something so right before...

Wanting to give him as much pleasure he's given me, I tug at his pants string and pull him close. His eyes turn into that blue fire once again, burning hot with desire.

Acting bold and sexy, I take his hand and lay it on my breast. My eyes close at the feel of his warm callous hand cupping my heavy mound, circling the aching tip.

It's so easy to get carries away, but I hold my ground and push on my idea.

I'm going to take over this time and shows him how good it is just as how he makes her experience unforgettable.

Getting on my toes, I suck us in a breath-taking kiss before reaching between us and taking hold of him. His body freezes, eyes snapping open in confusion.

I get to smile between our kisses, loving the power I have over him as much as he has on me. It'd good to know that he loses his thoughts on me the same way.

Testing my skills, I run my hand up then slowly down making him jerk in my palm.

His hand snatches my hand in a vice grip, stopping my exploring.

I would've been devastated with his action if I never notice the unspoken pleading in those eyes. His body taught with every bit of control.

"Hey, it's okay. I want to give you back as much as you did to me." I say softly.

"There's no need for that, Olivia. I did that not because I'm looking forward to exchanging." He breathes through a tight jaw.

I shake my head, "I want to do this, Luke. I want all of you."

His eyes close, his lips press in a tight line. "I swear you'll be the death of me."

I smile, smug.

 

Without a single doubt in my mind, I copy what he did earlier and drop in front of his raging hard on. I'm not sure that I will give him a good one, but I will try my best.

His eyes flutter open, staring at me on my knees.

"Fuck, Olivia. I don't think that this is a good idea..." he tries to persuade me, but it lacks enough conviction.

He wants this as much as I do.

What I say next is not me, but since he seems to like it, I don't mind half as much.

"I want you in my mouth."

"Fuck." he curses under his breath, running a shaky hand through his midnight black hair.

Hooking my fingers through the band of his pyjama pants, I pull it down along with his boxer. An engorge organ springs out to bounce on his belly nests in a tuft of dark hair. The tip an angry color of red, pulsing and glistening with his pre-cum. It's a scary sight especially with its size but beautiful at the same time. The vein’s thick and throbbing.

My mouth run dries, overwhelm.

 

"There's no need for you to do this, Olivia." he insists, giving me a choice that I don't need.

There's no use for words; I just have to simply show him how much I want this.

Trying on taking it, on the one hand, my dainty hand tries to wrap it all in, but it just won't do. All the while, he's perfectly still while his hands curl into white knuckle fists.

For something so hard looking it sure is silky to the touch and firm at the same time. Entrance, I brush my thumb in the head making him grit his teeth.

I can see how much this is taking so much of his control, so I stop exploring and make a mental note of doing it another time.

Taking him by two hands, I finally have all of his wrap up forming me into a big O and have him fully in my mouth.

His hands reach out to grip on the doorknob in a vice grip I thought he'll break it.

Fumbling around, I start to bob my head copying his work earlier. The magic of his tongue is what got me losing myself, and I have a pretty wild guess that it has the same effect on him. I play with the tip using my tongue earning myself a plus point when I hear him groan with pleasure. I take him deeper each time, gagging at the size of him.

 

Even through the haze of his need, he pulls himself away and stops me.

"That's enough." He says firmly.

I lick my lips making him groan.

"You're making it hard to stop, Olivia."

I don't miss a beat. "Who says about stopping?"

His face is a contrast between in pain and agreeing to me but being Luke, he will never let the mad rush think for him.

"This is your first time, for Pete's sake, Olivia!"

I meet his dark gaze, showing him my honest decision through my eyes.

His eyes close for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this is giving him a worse migraine.

"Think about what you're saying. I can't go back once we're there."

With all the choices he's giving me tonight, I swear he can just get over it and list me off his lists of another secretary he sleeps with.

 

"Don't think for me, Luke. It's up to me to decide for my own. Whatever comes out of this is none of your business already."

If a look can kill, then I'm already dead the second his eyes pierce into mine.

"You're every bit my concern, Mathew. You're not going anywhere until you're satiated."

My body shivers with the vague promise knowing fully well that he's good with his words.

When he claims my lips, it's a bruising kiss full of hunger. I encircle my arms around his neck, sinking my fingers through the soft silkiness of his hair.

He breaks the kiss and scoops me in his arms effortlessly as if I weigh nothing. He threads upstairs keeping his eyes on me all the way to his room. I know that it's his room by the unique scent that is only him. Spicewood and pines.

He set me down gently on his made-up bed, making me sink into it.

I quickly dash my clothes away, sitting in my naked glory as he is. There's no barrier now to keep us from each other, from becoming as one.

He runs a thorough look at me, making me want to cover myself, but I hold myself. There's no use in being coy now when we've managed this far.

 

He closes the distance between us with long strides of his strong legs. He gives me just enough space when he settles by the foot of the end.

Eyes soft, he gives me a last and final choice. "You can turn around and pretend that this never happens. You're still intact, Olivia."

I close the distance between us and place my palm on his rough cheeks, his stubble tickling me.

"You're not a monster to ruin me, Luke."

He leans into my touch, eyes closing. "I wish I can persuade you on that."

If I'm going to have more than a tumble in the bed with Luke, I have to patient. He believes to be accountable for everyone's mistake for too long that it'll take a while to change his thoughts on that. It's not going to be an easy road that's for sure.

I lean close until our lips are touching.

He tilts my chin up for better access, pressing his tongue to open my lips. I freely give him access, giving back as much as he's giving me.

For a while, we just savor the sweetness of the moment until we finally have enough of playing around.

 

Luke lifts me up until I'm lying down on a pillow that wafts his scent. My head spins from dizziness having him all over my senses.

"Imagining someone else?" his cool tone cut through my reverie, but his face is anything to go by.

I trace his lower lip with my thumb, just smiling at his remark. Trust Luke to expect the worse in everything.

"What am I going to with you, you silly man!"

He dots kisses everywhere on me. To my eyes, cheeks, the tip of my nose, forehead, chin, ears—lingering there a little longer to nibble on them—and to my neck. He pays extra special time there saying sorry for each one of them. His kisses leave burning trails in their wake making me anticipate with each one each time.

When he finally ventured a little lower, I can't help but offer myself to where it's aching already. He places his hand on the small of my back, lifting me up higher as if to look like I'm offering myself on a silver platter.

He takes one aching nipple to his mouth making me gasps. He tugs, nips and sucks at it like a child, taking his sweet time on each one.

I grow impatient as the time ticks by, throwing niceties out in the window and directly put his hands where that region needs attention.

He smiles through his sucking. Nevertheless, he makes me lose my thoughts, all the same, giving me waves of orgasms after orgasms.

 

We play around for quite some time where I pump him, and that's how it is for a while until he finally grows frustrated.

He parts my legs with his leg and lines up his manhood on my entrance.

"It will hurt, but I promise to make it better. Try to relax."

All of a sudden my heart’s starts hammering hard, the first time after some time.

Luke presses the tip ever so slightly, my resistance fighting it.

"Hold on to me, sweetheart."

I wrap my arms around him; my eyes press tight at the anticipation.

He tries to loosen me up by pushing a little deeper each time which is a little uncomfortable but nothing bad. Not until he draws a lazy circle in my nubbin, pushing near to the edge that he pushes all the way in.

"Luke!"

The pain cuts through me in an unimaginable, mind numbing feeling.

 

He stays still, whispering in my ears. It helps me distract from the pain until it ebbs to a distant memory.

I pivoted around to tests if stills hurt and it does sting a little but nothing like before.

"Alright, you can move now."

Luke asks a couple of times if he can actually and I assure him I won't break if he does.

Little do I know how I am.

After a while, all niceties fly out the window. Luke pulls all the way out to slam back in. The feeling of him filling me up is a foreign feeling in my body yet beautiful.

"Luke!" I complain making him laugh.

He hooks one leg over the crook of his arm for me to accommodate his size better. From there, he buries himself deep making me forget my name.

He only asks if I will be okay if he goes faster and after my approval, we both lose ourselves in oblivion.

My worlds are shaken hard and fast until we're grasping each other's names.

 

"Look at me, Olivia."

The moment our eyes meet is the same moment we let our love making burst into a white-hot fury. We hold onto each other for dear life as our body wracks with the force of our love.

*

Luke prepare us a warm bath, filling the tub with warm water with relaxing salt to it. The scent of scented candle not only helps with the relaxation but also casts a romantic lighting. After that, Luke allow me a couple of hours of sleep before waking me up with hot kisses. From then on, we try every position. One is when he makes love to me slowly to the side and then fast and rough when I'm on top of him.

It's already mid-afternoon when we wake up, my body aching in delicious places.

He's not there beside me when I fully wake up unlike when I'm dozing in and out of sleep, playing unconsciously with my hair. Nevertheless, I can smell the smoke of bacon and egg in the air.

There's a note on the night stand with his cursive writing written classically.

I'll have the breakfast ready soon, sweet.

I smile at the letter, rereading it and again.

Finally, I manage to make it to the shower and rinse myself decently then throws on one of his t-shirt and boxers. I slowly descend downstairs, wincing every step of the way.

 

I spot him skilfully work around his well-equip kitchen in nothing but his pyjama pants, bare feet. He's still hair slightly damp from shower making me thankful that I force myself to go for one myself.

"I include it in the note for you to stay there, sweet." He says without looking up.

I shake my head for thinking that I can ever sneak up on him.

"I can't just sit still. I'll feel like a damsel in distress."

He looks up from what he's doing, the afternoon light catching his eyes. They were the color of pale blue, gone is the harshness I always see in them.

Frowning, he says, "You're too hard headed for a damsel in distress, my love."

My heart skips a beat at his chosen endearment.

"Is that a bad thing?" I raise my brows.

His eyes grow hooded, "It can be."

Just like that, we make a memory to his magazine model kitchen as well.