Olivia Young

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OLIVIA CURSED AND MUTTERED as she forced the zipper of her evening gown all of the way down. It was a beautiful dress, but it was quite the struggle to get the damned thing off. Formal wear such as the dress she'd been gifted to stand beside her best friend was lovely to wear, but they were really the kind of thing meant to be taken off by somebody else. It was a thought that took her straight back to Nick and the things he'd done to her at the wedding. If he was with her now, she would have no problem getting the dress off. It would have been off of her body and crumpled up on the floor the moment the two of them had walked through the door of her apartment.

"Stop it," she chastised herself, finally wriggling out of the dress and into a slinky, black slip. She didn't want to think about that. She had agreed to trying out friends with benefits with Nick Oswald, and she still couldn't believe it. Out of all of the things she'd done in her life, it was certainly one of the stupider, more reckless choices she had made. She needed to take it back, and she knew it, except that she also knew she wasn't going to. Throughout the entirety of the wedding reception, every time she had met his gaze she had gotten a jolt of that same delicious heat she'd felt when Nick's fingers had moved inside of her. Whether it was the right move or not, she wanted to feel more of that. It wasn't like she was going to get hurt, not when she knew what the boundaries were. Every girl needed a friends-with-benefits experience once in her life. This was just going to be hers.

“What?!”

She was startled out of her thoughts by a pounding on her front door. She glanced at her clock and saw that it was almost four o'clock in the morning. The only person she knew that would bang on her door at that time of night was Caroline, and she seriously doubted that was who this was. If it were, something had gone seriously awry with the wedding night, and she didn't see that happening.

"Hold on!" she shouted as she hurried towards the door, "I'm coming. Stop it, or you'll wake the whole building up!"

She threw the door open, and before she had time to fully comprehend what was going on, Nick was storming into her apartment. He strode into the middle of the room and looked around as if he was looking for something he couldn't find.

“Um, hello? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Why did you say that?” he asked the question without any recognition that he had heard her at all.

“Why did I say what? What are you talking about?”

“That friends with benefits shit, Olivia. Why did you say that?”

"I'm confused. I thought that was what you wanted. If you decided you aren't interested anymore, that's your prerogative, of course. You're certainly free to–"

“Cut it out, will you?”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“All of the lawyer crap. We’re not in the middle of a deposition, alright? You don’t need to talk to me like that.”

“I don’t understand what you want,” Olivia answered, half exasperated and half afraid of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, “what do you want from me?”

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want anything from you. I just want you! Can’t you tell?”

He was across the room and practically on top of her in a matter of moments. His hands were in her hair, on her breasts, tugging at her slip. All of it seemed almost angry to Olivia, and she thought about telling him to stop, but she wasn't strong enough for that. His lips found hers, fierce and strong against her mouth, and when he started to chew on her lower lip, she moaned. His hands found her ass and squeezed her closer to him. She could feel his stiff cock straining against his tight slacks, and her hips moved against it as if of their own volition. Her fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt and undid one after the other as quickly as they could. Her mind was almost always whirring at a breakneck speed whether she wanted it to or not but now it was blessedly quiet. There was nothing but wanting him and the feel of his heart jackhammering underneath her fingertips. His skin was tanned, his muscles perfectly crafted, and she felt herself getting wet already. How did he do this to her? How was it that this man she had been so sure she hated only months ago was able to turn her on in a way nobody else ever could?

“Bedroom,” Nick barked, tugging at her slip more aggressively as he ushered the command, “come on.”

“It’s–”

“I remember where it is.”

He took her by the hand and led her down the hall quickly, almost like they were being chased by something. She was trembling all over, already anticipating what it would be like to have this man's eyes roaming all over her body. She had a feeling that hers was not the body type he was used to sharing a bed with. She was well aware of the kind of stick-thin models he usually took out. He'd heard Caroline laugh about it on more than one occasion. She held her breath as he pulled the slip up slowly, tantalizingly so, over her head and let it fall forgotten to the floor. She stood there, completely naked, in the dim light coming through her open bedroom curtains and closed her eyes, concentrating on regulating her breath.

“Open your eyes, Olivia.”

“They aren’t shut.” It was an absurd thing to say, but it was also the only thing she could think of. She felt his hand brush the side of her face and settle lightly underneath her chin and her knees trembled so badly that she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep her composure for much longer, however much composure she really had, and she wasn’t sure it was much.

Open your eyes, please. Look at me.”

“Alright,” she laughed, hating how it sounded just a little unhinged, “I’m looking. What is it?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You don’t need to say that.”

"I know I don't. I mean it. You're so goddamn beautiful I can hardly breathe."

He kissed her mouth, then let his mouth trail down the length of her neck. Her hands caught in his hair and then moved down to his belt buckle, opening it with an ease that shocked her considering how badly her hands were shaking. He sucked in his breath, and she smiled, emboldened by his clear pleasure with her. She may not have been his normal type, but judging by the size of his erection and the way it jumped at her touch, he didn't have any complaints. Her hand, sweaty with the heat coming off of her body, moved slowly, up and down his shaft. She smiled again at the way his body twitched, and then moaned when his mouth found her earlobe and began to nibble.

“If you want me to stop,” he growled, “now would be the time to tell me.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Nick moved her back the few feet that still existed between them and the bed, and laid her down across the bedspread. His hands found her breasts, and he took her nipples between his fingers, tweaking them until they were as hard as rocks. He moved to spread her legs open, but there was no need. She had already done that for him. Her body ached with the need to feel the weight of him lowered on top of her, and when she felt his fingers moving inside of her again, she sighed and arched her back. Her hands groped for him, found him, and then pulled him towards her desperately. On his knees between her legs, he slid inside of her, groaning with the first thrust. Her hips lifted and then fell, did it all over again, finding the rhythm of his pumping. Her hand slipped down and found the pulsing heat of herself. He groaned louder seeing this and pushed her hand aside, replacing it with his own.

“Nick! Nick, I’m going to come. I can’t–”

“Do it. Come for me.”

She did, hard and fast. Never in her life had she come this fast. It was enough to scare her, almost, but that fear was immediately obliterated by the waves of tingling heat running through her body. Her head turned from side to side like it was being pulled by a string, and then she bit down on her pillow to keep from making too much noise. She didn't exactly have a lot of sex in her apartment. If the neighbors heard screams coming from her place they were more likely to think somebody was being harmed than having an orgasm. When the feeling subsided some, she turned her face forward again, just in time for Nick to pull her up so that she was sitting cross-legged on his lap. His face was so close to hers that it was like they were sharing the same breath and she felt fear creep into her still very real pleasure. She couldn't remember a time when sex had ever felt so intimate for her, and this with a man she had only really started to get to know recently. It was supposed to be friends with benefits, her mind screamed at her. There wasn't supposed to be any real intimacy at all.

“Look at me,” he commanded again. She couldn’t ignore him. His eyes bored into hers and held her gaze, unflinchingly.

“You’re beautiful.”

He had said it before but hearing it again while she straddled him naked obliterated her fears for the time being. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her hips slowly. This time it was her turn to tease, her turn to have the control. He held her gaze for as long as he could but when her pace sped up, he closed his eyes. He started emitting a low growl that sounded more animal than human, and she felt a burst of pleasure again. She had never had two orgasms during sex before, but it was going to happen. She could feel it starting in the base of her body, and her hips bucked wildly, chasing that feeling to its ultimate end. Her hair fell wildly around her shoulders as Nick buried his face in her breasts and her nails dug into his shoulders. When he came, he shouted out, and moments later she came again, too. It felt like it lasted forever and part of her wished that it could. When she climbed off of him, they would have to talk, and she wasn't at all sure how that was going to go.

“Jesus, Olivia. You’re amazing.”

“Thanks,” she laughed, getting up on legs that felt like Jello, “you’re not so bad yourself.”

“Seriously. You are. I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted it badly.”

“I won’t say I’m not surprised. But I’m glad. It was good for me. It was really good.”

“Do you want some water?” he asked, his voice earnest.

“No, I’m good. I actually need to go to bed.”

“Okay, do you want me to–?”

"I need to get some sleep, Nick. This was great, but I've got a really busy week ahead, and it's ungodly late."

“Hold on. Are you kidding me right now?”

Olivia, who was in the process of slipping on her robe, turned to face Nick slowly. When she saw his face, she felt cold; hard surprise slap her in the face. His look was stony, unyielding. The man she was looking at was nothing like the guy she had just been in bed with. It was like a switch had gone off inside of his head and she had no idea what she had done to make it go off.

“No, I’m not kidding. What’s wrong with you? This was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Benefits, right?”

“That’s what we decided on.”

“No, Olivia, we didn’t. You did.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

"Nothing. You know what? Forget it. You have a good night. A good week, too, while we're at it. You won't be having to see me anymore, so I bet things will be coming up roses."

He jumped up off of the bed and threw his clothes on. He wouldn't look at her, and she didn't know what to say. There was nothing she could say. She didn't recall ever having misread a situation so badly before and by the time he was slamming his way out of her front door she still hadn't been able to wrap her head around what exactly had just happened.