Chapter Nine

Cormac

It was impossible not to kiss her. Not when she was sitting right there beside me, looking the way she did. Olive’s plump red lips were parted wide as I leaned toward her. I got a whiff of her sweet feminine perfume, and it pulled me in even further to her.

She closed her eyes, expecting our lips to meet, and I did what my body wanted to do. Our lips met with a sizzle, and a low, pleasured gasp escaped from her throat, propelling me even further into her. Her body trembled with that first contact between our lips, just like mine did.

When had kissing someone become this pleasurable? I felt like this was the first time I was kissing any girl. Like in the years since I was a teenager, I’d forgotten how absolutely mind-blowing just a simple kiss could be.

I caught Olive’s cheeks with my hands, and I pushed her gently with my body. My tongue parted her lips, forcing its way in, and she welcomed me. I could taste her now. She was sweet and delicious, and I forgot who she was. All I knew was that I had to have this woman who was driving me crazy.

She was lying on the ground now, while I stretched over her, kissing her deeply, wildly. Her hands were on my back, holding me close. My chest pressed to her breasts, and I could feel her body shuddering underneath me.

I bit on her lower lip, nibbled on it gently, and then my tongue darted into her mouth again. Olive moaned. My hands flew from her cheeks to her neck. Her skin was soft and creamy, and my hand left a trail of goosebumps down her neck.

The collection of necklaces at her throat tinkled with every movement, and it was like music to my ears. I was out of breath, but I kept going, kissing her gently and deeply at the same time. My hands caressed her breasts as they traveled down her body. Olive moaned again as I stroked her belly.

She was gorgeous and delicious in my arms. I wanted so much more. It didn’t matter what time of the day it was, or that we were out in a public space. I was pretty sure that nobody was going to discover us because this spot at the docks was always deserted. But either way, it didn’t matter to me.

I pulled my lips away from her and left her panting. She was peering into my eyes, with her mouth still open and her lipstick smudged. I looked at her face, searching her eyes to figure out if she wanted more.

“Cormac.” She breathed my name softly, and I knew in that moment that it wasn’t over. She was thinking the same thing that I was—that a kiss wasn’t going to be enough.

I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants. With my eyes still on her face, I allowed my hands to trail down her belly toward her thighs. Olive closed her eyes and arched her back, thrusting her small, perfect breasts up in the air, like she was offering them to me. There was nothing I would have liked more than to suck on them.

Instead, my fingers lingered on the softness of the insides of her thighs.

“Fuck, Olive, you’re delicious,” I growled, and she opened her eyes and bit down on her lower lip.

My fingers were under her denim dungaree skirt now, making their way up toward that hot, throbbing spot between her legs, and she lifted herself up. I stopped, afraid that she was going to ask me to take my hands off her, but instead, she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down over herself.

Our bodies were pressed together once again. My hand was trapped under her skirt now, and I was an inch away from her wet core. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, my fingers trembling to touch her.

Olive reached for my neck and bit my skin. Gently at first, and then she started sucking on the spot. I was sure it was going to leave a mark. There was a sweetness, a naivety to her actions that made me want her even more.

My fingers slid over the lace material of her panties, and Olive smacked her lips away from my neck. She took in a deep, sharp breath as I found the wet slit of her pussy. Even though we were still separated by her panties, it was enough for me. My cock was tenting my jeans, throbbing and threatening inside it. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to claim this girl I had just met, this girl who I was supposed to stay away from. Nobody else’s body had tasted this sweet.

My fingers started stroking her through her panties, and she arched her back again. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. I heard her breathe my name again, and I pushed aside her panties so I could reach her pussy.

I felt her on my fingers, soft and juicy and dripping wet. She wanted me fiercely—I could feel it in the shudders of her body. I stroked her again and she gasped.

Her fingers weaved into my hair, and she held me tightly to herself. How had this escalated so quickly? One minute I was alone on the jetty, thinking and feeling guilty about how I had betrayed my best friend. And the next minute I was kissing Olive, and now I had my fingers on her pussy.

When I looked at her again, she was biting down on her lip, her eyes wide and searching my face. She wanted more. She wanted more than just my fingers lingering on her pussy. Who was I to deny Olive Wolfton what she wanted?

***

My forefinger slipped into her pussy and Olive moaned. She was stretched out underneath me, and my hand was up her skirt. Everything about this encounter with Olive felt like a teenager’s wet dream. None of this even seemed legal.

Her tight wet pussy wrapped around my finger, and I pushed it farther in. This was a taste of what it would be like to have my cock inside her. How absolutely fucking glorious it was going to feel.

Olive wriggled, rotating her hips, adjusting to the pressure of my finger inside her. She was gripping my biceps, peering into my eyes as I thrust my finger deeper, and she moaned again.

“Cormac! God! Please…” She breathed the words in a hushed whisper, and I knew what she was talking about. I slid my finger out of her and she gasped. A smile tugged the corners of my mouth. I could see the panic in her eyes. She was afraid I was going to stop.

Instead, I thrust my finger inside her again. This time my thumb sought out her throbbing swollen clit, and I stroked it too. She bit down on her lip, arched her hips up, and moaned. My finger slipped in and out of her, while my thumb teased her clit. She was dripping wet, and my fingers were soaked in her juices. The sound of her guttural, sweet moaning was loud in my ears.

I wanted her to come. I wanted to see what her beautiful face looked like when she had an orgasm. Her cheeks were flushed now, and she had her eyes pressed close. Her grip was tight and forceful on my biceps, and I kept plumbing into her.

She felt soft and warm, and my cock throbbed in my jeans. I wanted her to come first, before I stripped her of her clothes and plowed my cock into her. I wanted her to be satisfied first.

Olive moaned loudly as my finger thrust into her. Her clit was throbbing too; she was clearly at the point of erupting.

“Come for me, Olive,” I growled, and her eyes flew open. Her mouth was parted, and she was panting hard. I kept stroking her pussy, sliding my finger in and out of her, her clit throbbing as I teased her.

“I’m going to come, Cormac,” she hissed through clenched jaws, and I knew she was giving up the fight.

Her juices spurted out of her, all over my fingers, and I kept thrusting. Her body shuddered and her nails dug into my skin as she clutched me. She was shaking and panting and groaning, all at the same time, while her pussy dripped its juices. Nobody had looked more beautiful before. I was amazed at the woman whose body was mine now, and I wanted more.

I was smiling as she came, and when she finally opened her eyes again, I could see that she wanted more. Her breathing had subsided slightly now, but my finger was still inside her.

“Cormac,” she said softly and reached up so she could kiss me again.

My cock was at the point of bursting. It was like I was going to come in my pants just watching her come. She was warm as she kissed me, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth again.

I held her by the back of her head and kissed her deeply. She was smiling as we kissed, and I knew that she’d enjoyed it. I wanted her to know how much I’d enjoyed myself too. I’d forgotten what exploring someone’s body, while sober, felt like. What it felt like to actually be with someone I wanted more than just to have sex with. Olive was somebody I wanted to get to know. I wanted to make her laugh just as much as I wanted to make her come.

And that was when I remembered that it could never go beyond this. In reality, she was not someone I could ever get to know. What we had done was wrong, and while I kissed her, I was counting the million ways in which I’d already betrayed Pierce.

I pulled away from her with a jerk and straightened myself up. She was still stretched out on the ground with her legs parted when I stood up.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, sitting up now as I felt a sharp piercing pain in my cock. Blue balls. I needed to empty myself, and I would have liked to empty myself inside her—but that wasn’t going to happen.

“I need to get out of here,” I growled and rummaged in my pockets for my car keys.

“What are you talking about? I thought we decided—” she said, standing up herself. I could see it in her eyes that Olive was wounded. I was hurting her with my behavior. But there was no other way out of this, other than ripping this day off my memory like a Band-Aid.

“We didn’t decide anything, Olive. I lost my mind there for a second,” I said, finally fishing my car keys out.

Olive was standing there with concern in her eyes, staring at me like I’d slapped her. I wished I could have described everything I’d felt a few moments ago when she was underneath me.

“You’re just going to leave like this?” she asked, and I heard the crack in her voice. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but I wanted to hurt Pierce even less.

“He’s my best friend, Olive, and he doesn’t want me anywhere near you. And he’s right. For your own good,” I said and whipped around from her and started walking to my car.

I could sense her glaring at my back as I walked away. I would have given anything to turn back around and pull her into my arms. My cock would have thanked me for that. But this was more important than my lust for Olive. This was about a friendship I had no plans of ruining.