Chapter 6
Olivia
I knew it was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. He was good, and I had to give him that. He’d dived back into our past and armed himself with the one thing he knew would make me pay attention. He’d dived into my insecurities that took me years of isolation and practice to eliminate, and in an instant, he preyed on the one thing I’d wanted from him in high school. I knew he had a shit relationship with his mother, and many times, I’d tried to get him to talk. I tried to get him to stop flirting with all the other girls and supposedly cheating long enough to get him to open up. To be truthful. To be vulnerable, just for once.
I wanted to show him I was better for him than any of those other girls. That they couldn’t care about him like I did. Like I could if he had just let me.
He used what he’d remembered against me, and now, his tongue was diving into my pussy. In a way, I felt like I was betraying a friend. This man, or the man Wesley had pretended to be, had swept Destiny off her feet. I was supposed to be helping her, investigating him so Destiny could get her money back and have closure. I wasn’t supposed to be reliving some childish high school fantasy in the middle of a dingy building by the ocean.
But his eyes. They were the shimmering blue pools I thought of every time I looked out at the water. Maybe that was why I had been so drawn to it all my life. Pools. Baths. Hot tubs. Water parks. If it had water, I was there. Maybe I was that mesmerized by him. Maybe I hadn’t let go the way I thought I had.
However, the moment his tongue grazed my swollen clit, I jumped with pleasure, and my mind was ripped back to the present. I curled my hands into his dark locks, pulling him closer while my legs snaked over his shoulders. I rolled into his mouth before I opened my eyes and looked down at the sight of him.
Wesley was a beautiful man in between my legs, and all rational thought fled from my mind in that very moment.
“Fuck, Wesley. Yes. Lick that pussy.”
He flattened his tongue out across my clit, and I fell over the edge. It had been years since I’d been with a man, and the way I trembled around his head made him grin into my body. I trembled while my legs contracted. I felt his hands slowly slide up my body, his palms cupping my tits while he massaged them gently.
Then, when I was panting from the exertion of my high, he grabbed my hands and slowly lifted me before he sat down in my place.
Wesley worked his pants off his legs, stepping out of them while his cock sprang free. I stood there with the light of the moon splattering along my body, and I caught Wesley’s eye. Something inside me burned with delight while my juices dripped down the inside of my leg, and he reached out for my hands to pull me close. I straddled his hips, hovering my wet pussy over his cock.
And still, neither of us had disconnected our gaze.
“Condom?” Wesley asked.
“Pill,” I whispered.
Slowly, I sunk myself down. His dick peeled back my pussy lips, filling me in ways I’d never been filled before. His cock twitched with delight while Wesley’s head lobbed back, and the moment my hips bottomed out into his, I leaned forward and licked my tongue along his pulse point.
Then, I began to roll my hips. My pussy was stretched to its breaking point, my throbbing walls screaming for mercy. I could feel my clit bursting with electricity that soared throughout my body, and the moment Wesley’s hands gripped my hips, I began to bounce. I coated his dick with my juices, sighing as it slid down his balls. My fingernails dug into the meat of his chest while his muscles twitched, and I watched while the beads of sweat trickled down the ripples of his abs.
“Holy fuck, Olive,” Wesley groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Hearing my nickname threw me back into the past, and suddenly, I ripped myself off his lap. I grabbed his wrists and yanked him from the chair while we stumbled across the room, and his lips crashed into mine just after my back hit the wall. I scrambled up his body, clinging to him while he pinned me to the wall. I could feel his dick sliding between my pussy lips while he fucked my clit, and it caused me to pant into the crook of his neck.
“Wes. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
Wesley crooked his hips and slid into my welcoming warmth, and it caused me to bite down into his shoulder. He growled in response, snapping his hips against mine and jolting my body up the murky wall. My tits flailed in lust while my neck flushed with pleasure, and the moment I lobbed my head back onto the wall, I could feel myself losing control.
Losing myself in him just like I had in high school.
Wesley placed sloppy kisses all along my neck and breasts while his balls smacked my ass. My juices dripped so far down my body that my ass was shining in the moonlit evening. His dick sloshed in and out of me while my pussy walls clamped him in a vice grip, and the moment his hips began to stutter, he saw me slowly raise my head.
My forehead connected with his while the two of us breathed each other’s air. My body began to tremble against his while my jaw unhinged in pleasure. I could feel my pussy walls milking him for everything he could give me, and in that moment, I wanted him to. I felt the passion burning inside me every time our eyes found one another’s, and soon, that slow burn quickly turned into a raging fire.
Wesley’s hips were stuttering as he fucked me deeper into the wall. Sounds of skin slapping skin ricocheted off the corners of the old house while my pussy gobbled down his cock. My pants turned into moans that pulled groans of pleasure from Wesley’s throat, and just before he dove himself as far as he could get inside of me, he grabbed my wrists from around his neck and pinned me to the wall.
He crashed his lips onto mine once more while my entire body quaked. I could feel his dick pumping deep within me, spurting thick streams of come all over my pussy walls before it began dripping from between my legs. I could smell our scents intermingling in the air around our heads, but all I could do was moan into Wesley’s lips.
My head was spinning, and my legs were shaking. My nipples were pulling tighter and tighter, and my hips ached. My hands were pinned over my head, exposing the whole of my body to him as my weakened legs dropped to the floor in their state of shock.
Never had I experienced the sheer force of an orgasm like that, and the room was still spinning when Wesley finally released me.
“Whoa, there,” he said. “Easy does it.”
I caught myself against Wesley’s strong arms while my nipples raked along his body. His cock still stood proud and tall as he helped me over to a seat. I heaved for air while I hung my head, but the fire within my gut was still burning. The embers of the past half hour were still glowing in the darkness of the night, and the moment I raised my eyes to see Wesley, our eyes connected again.
Then, without another word, I slid from the chair and dropped to my knees.