Chapter 11

Ollie

I leaned back in the Uber’s seat and took in a deep breath, watching the bright lights pass me as we made our way toward Elana’s place. I hadn’t felt that good in a really long time, and it was like a weight had been lifted off of my chest, though I assumed the copious amounts of alcohol had something to do with that. Still, I was relaxed, open, and laughing more than I had in years. Everything felt like a normal night out, something I wanted desperately but had yet to find, until that night.

I reached my hands over my head and soaked in the good feeling. Even in Phoenix, miles and miles away from Madison and its dark shadow, I felt restrained. I was grieving, even when I didn’t realize I was, going to work, drinking way too much after work, and then going home and curling up in the darkness of my apartment. I wasn’t able to connect with anyone there because my heart wouldn’t allow it. I wasn’t sure if it was fear that kept me from making friends, or just the thought of the fact that Lillie wasn’t there with me, which was where she belonged. I went through phases of sadness, anger, depression, and even hopelessness. It was just as hard there that it was in Madison, but I didn’t see that until I was back.

My focus shifted all over the place when I first decided to settle down in Phoenix. I had planned on just moving through there, but the familiarity of a solid place, a job, and a steady income drew me from my original plans to travel the world. Once I was settled in though, I yearned for the open spaces, the places that somehow filled that hole inside of me that was torturing me so badly. But I had made a commitment, and I stood by every commitment that I’d made before. With the inability to make friends and the only other thing I was interested in being alcohol, I just threw myself into work, progressing forward in the company at lightning speed until I was one of their most prized assets.

But today, things felt… well, good. Really good, in fact. Sitting in Elana’s mom’s kitchen gave me the first feeling of home I’d had since Lillie was alive. Learning how to do normal, everyday things was comforting. I was craving comfortable and normal, even though the rest of the time, I couldn’t seem to find it anywhere. I had thought the only place I would ever find that was with Lillie, and with her gone, I had given in to the notion that I would spend the rest of my life wandering around, wanting her but never finding her again. The loneliness of it had been unbearable, and that was how I ended up at Elana’s house in the first place.

I turned and looked over at the woman sitting beside me, still in awe at how much I had never really seen her. Sure, I had considered her my friend, and I enjoyed spending time with her in college, but in the end, she was just Lillie’s best friend, and I never took the time to truly know who she was. Part of me felt terrible about that, especially now that I was getting a better idea of how absolutely amazing she was. The other part of me placated that guilt, chalking it up to being in love with someone else, not interested in what any other girl had to offer. Either way, my mind had been changed in a very short amount of time, and now I was sitting in a car with her, lost for words.

She hadn’t noticed that I was riding along, staring at her, and I took advantage of that, letting my eyes slip down her body, over her warm, supple curves, and down to her curvy hips, accentuated by the tight jeans and fur-topped, soft leather boots she was wearing. The smell of her lavender perfume wafted through the car, and it created an excitement in my chest that I was having a hard time shaking. I looked down at our thighs and realized that they were leaning against each other, our bodies touching. She didn’t seem to notice, and if she did, she was keeping it inside. I could feel my leg tingling at the contact, and I breathed deeply, trying to keep the excitement in my chest from tunneling farther down in my stomach. The attraction in the air was thick, and the tension between us had been there since we were at the bar, playing around and flirting with a purpose.

It had all started with innocent flirting and way too much alcohol, but now as I sat there looking down at her thigh, wanting so badly to touch her, I realized just how real that flirting was, at least on my end, and hopefully on hers. She hadn’t said a word in the car, but from the look of her grasped hands in her lap and her nervous foot tapping, I could tell she was thinking the same exact thing as me. Her pale skin looked so soft and beautiful in the light of the city as we moved closer to her place. Her eyes sparkled and reflected every ray of light along the route. Her shoulders were taut, and her breasts bounced up and down as we moved over bumps and turns in the road. She had to have been one of the most beautiful women I had ever met, inside and out. My cock grew inside my pants, and the desire in my stomach growled fiercely. Was I really going to be able to leave her without making a move? Should I even make a move? I took in a deep breath and let it out, deciding that this life was too short.

“Fuck it,” I whispered, watching Elana’s head turn toward me.

Immediately, I reached up, cupping her face in my hands and leaning forward, pressing my lips firmly against hers. I was unable to fight the sexual energy crackling between us in such a small space. Her lips were soft and plump, and they tasted like vanilla and cherry. The feeling of her heavy breathing into my mouth made me even more aroused. I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was right, but at that moment, I didn’t give a damn. I just wanted to be with her, to hold her, to touch every part of her, starting with her lips.

At first, her shoulders were stiff, but as my lips moved softly against hers, she leaned into me, kissing me deeply. It was amazing, something that I didn’t expect her to do at all. She tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth, letting my tongue slide through and entangle with hers. She whimpered softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating into my throat. I took one hand and put it on her thigh, squeezing her leg hard and moving it up toward her hip. She reached down and reciprocated, grabbing my leg and massaging it as her hand moved toward my cock.

The car drove into the darker part of the city, the only lights shining down in the street from the lamps that lined the sidewalk. The darkness felt good, and I wanted so badly to feel more of her, but I had to restrain myself while I was in the car. As the car pulled up in front of the house, I handed the driver a cash tip and waited as Elana, with flushed cheeks, opened the door and climbed out. Still feeling drunk, I tumbled out of the car behind her, walking fast to keep up with her pace. I stood behind her as she looked for her keys, my hands running down her sides and across her ass. She put the key in the door and opened it up, and we hurried inside, not caring who might have seen us. The smell of her lavender perfume hit me in the face as I walked inside, and my cock got even harder.

She quietly shut the door behind her and locked all the locks before turning around to face me. My eyes darkened at the lust in her expression, and I stepped forward, putting both hands on her stomach and pushing her into the door. I pushed my face just inches from her lips and stared into her beautiful blue eyes, the passion palpable between us. We stayed like that for a moment as my hands began to explore her body, moving down her curves and lingering at her thighs, my fingers just inches from her warm, wet mound. Suddenly, she lunged forward, pressing her mouth against mine and kissing me furiously, her arms wrapped around my neck.

My hands grabbed onto her hips, and I thrust my pelvis against her, rubbing my hard, trapped cock against her crotch. She moaned softly into my mouth, and I gripped her leg, pulling it up around my waist. We leaned into the door, my body pushing against her and her hips beginning to move against my throbbing bulge. I ran my lips down her neck, kissing her across her collar and massaging her firm breasts through her shirt. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, moaning as I dry humped her against the door. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I wanted more. She lifted her head up and reached around, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling my hips into her, grinding down my erect shaft, pleading to be released from my pants. I groaned softly against her lips, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and flicking my tongue against it, teasing her, making her want more and more.

The sound of her whimpers and moans turned me on so badly, I reached my hand down, cupping her pussy, and began to massage it gently. She leaned her body against the door and cried out as I gripped tighter against her wetness. Her jeans were thick and hard to get through, and I was ready to put my hands on her skin. I reached up and grabbed the buckle on her belt, but she took in a deep breath and reached down, grabbing my hand. I looked up, not sure of what her next move was, and watched as she stared me deep in the eyes and started walking toward the stairs, pulling me behind her.

I watched her tight ass move side to side as we climbed to the second level and walked quickly down the hall to her bedroom. As soon as we were inside, she pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it to the side, and walked quickly toward me, savagely kissing my mouth as she fiddled with my belt buckle. We tore at each other’s clothes, stopping only for a minute as I took her large, bare breast into my mouth and massaged her tit with my tongue. Goosebumps covered her shoulders, and she reached back down, this time carefully undoing my belt and my pants and letting them fall to the floor at my ankles. I stepped out of them and pulled off my shirt, and I watched as she did the same, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. Her hands moved forward to my boxer briefs and tugged at the waistband, pulling them down to my ankles before doing the same with her own. Her body was the most perfect thing I had ever seen, and I was completely ready to show her pleasure that she could have never imagined before.

I wanted her, and I didn’t want to wait another second.