Chapter Five
The house was nearly empty now and Olivia looked around her nervously. Sophie had had one too many glasses of champagne to drink and had collapsed on the couch, falling asleep.
Rufus was outside by the pool, taking his leave from some of the few remaining people at the party. Why hadn’t Olivia gone home yet? What was she waiting for? She stood by the unlit fireplace, watching Rufus and kicking herself for not leaving. It was getting late, and she should be in her own house, in her own bed, with her daughter in her crib in the adjoining room.
Instead, now she stood paralyzed as she watched Rufus leave the pool and come back into the house.
“I promised I’d drop Olivia home. I’ll see you guys in a bit,” he said loudly, to nobody in particular, and walked towards her.
“Ready to go?” he asked her, and Olivia nodded her head. She still had no idea what was happening. What did he have planned?
Silently she followed him out of the house and walked over to her parked car.
“Keys?” he asked, and she rummaged in her clutch for them, then handed them over when she found them. Rufus smiled, his eyes glittering in the bright moonlight.
He unlocked the car and held the passenger door open for her. Olivia was still speechless as she stepped into the car, settled in uncomfortably and watched him come around and take his own seat.
He was smiling but silent as he started the engine. Their knees grazed as he pushed down on the accelerator.
“This reminds me of the good old days, when I could simply drive a car around the neighborhood myself, without an appointment chauffeur,” he said, out of the blue, as he drove slowly. Olivia looked away from him, still struggling with herself for having agreed to this.
She rolled down the window then and allowed the wind to blow into the car, unsettling the hair around her face.
She didn’t want to ask him what he had planned, she didn’t want to know. She was hoping that it would all simply pass over smoothly and she could forget about the night in the morning.
It was only when Rufus suddenly stopped the car that her heart started beating fast again. She jerked her head to look at him, and he smiled at her, leaving the key dangling in the ignition.
Rufus had a look in his eyes that she recognized then. He looked kind, like he wanted to talk to her and hold her hand. He even reached for her, but she inched back, sticking herself to the door on her side.
“What’s the matter, Olivia?” he asked, his brows crinkling. She shook her head in distress and looked away from him.
“I don’t know if we should,” she said meekly, and Rufus smiled again.
“I feel like a teenager again. Do you want to, Olivia? Because I want to. I was hoping I’d see you again when I returned to town.” He had pulled his hand back, giving her the space she needed to decide.
Olivia sighed and bit down on her lip. Of course she wanted to, he was all she had ever wanted. But how could she tell him how he had affected her life and how this night would affect her again?
Instead, she relaxed her shoulders and inched towards him. He was too irresistible.
“I don’t want to force you into anything, Olivia,” he said, taking hold of her shoulders as she moved closer. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, feel his bare chest under her fingers. How could she possibly tell him all that?
“I’ve changed my mind. You only live once, right?” she said, and this time too, she kissed him on the cheek and he slowly turned his head so that his lips were on hers.
They were kissing with the same ferociousness as before. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, while she repeatedly bit his lower lip. She could feel him smiling against her face as she tried to devour his mouth with hers.
She felt his hands on her back, feeling for the clasp of her bra through her dress. But she got there before him, shoving his jacket out of the way and digging his shirt out of his pants.
They were grappling for each other, neither of them wanting to lose a second of physical contact. Rufus assisted her, pulling his shirt out and then undoing the buttons while trying not to break their kiss.
Olivia placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away slightly so that she could adjust herself. She bent her knees, tucked her legs up under her thighs and sat up on the seat facing him. The deserted lane they sat in was dark, but in what light there was she could see the desire in his eyes.
Rufus was breathing hard as she kissed him again and this time, he started pulling at her dress. She pulled his shirt off and ran her hands over his smooth, broad chest and the ridges and grooves of his solid abs. Her fingers lingered on the skin right above his pants.
Rufus tugged at her dress, pulling it over her head so that Olivia suddenly felt a gush of cool air on her flesh. She was sitting on the seat in her black lace underwear and Rufus was looking at her.
“Just like I remembered,” he said gruffly, before pouncing on her, pushing her back onto the seat so that he hovered over her while his hands massaged her ample breasts.
“Rufus…” she breathed his name with her eyes squeezed shut. She was arching her hips towards him, aware of the cramped space of the inside of her car.
He grabbed her by the waist and straightened her back, lowering his head to lick the flesh between her breasts. He was perched on the seat himself and he moved his head lower and lower, grazing his tongue along her skin and down her abdomen until he reached the lace fabric of her panties. He rolled them down her legs delicately and Olivia blushed as he looked at her nakedness. She was wet there, she could feel it getting more slippery as an itch developed inside her.
When the panties came off, Rufus lunged down with his head between her legs. His tongue found the sweet slippery core of her, and he dug at it, licking it and making her arch her back towards him more.
Olivia moaned loudly and grabbed her own breasts, which she squeezed. Rufus dug with his tongue more wildly as she wrapped her legs around his neck and squeezed. She was going to orgasm, even quicker than she had the last time they had slept together.
Her legs were quivering and she could feel his tongue moving inside her, slipping on her wetness. He had stroked her inside repeatedly and she had had enough. Olivia didn’t want to control it any longer and she allowed her body to shudder.
Her legs squeezed him between her thighs and she screamed loudly, in joy and pain and pleasure.
She didn’t notice when Rufus pulled himself up and pulled down his pants. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when she felt him slide inside her. It was easy, she was dripping wet and he was inside her with one forceful thrust.
Olivia pushed herself towards him while he looked down at her. His green eyes were narrowed and intense. His smile had disappeared. He was serious about this, he was serious about making her feel good. About making her orgasm again.
He grabbed her breasts and used them as support as he thrust into her again. With each push, they both moaned together. Rufus’ mouth hung slightly open as he continued squeezing her breasts, his thumb and forefinger pressing her nipples repeatedly. He was inside her, completely and repeatedly. He pulled out and pushed in, in a smooth, repetitive pattern so that Olivia started anticipating the push.
His hands moved from her breasts eventually to hold her legs wide open. Rufus was bent under the roof of the car, their bodies only inches apart as he pulled her legs apart. Olivia felt him enter more easily now, slipping through, stroking against the part inside her that was craving him. Rufus was big, his dick was throbbing and he wasn’t holding back with his thrusts. He wanted her to cum again.
She did, this time more violently. Olivia’s screams were loud and she felt the car shake with his quick, successive thrusts. She knew from the look in his eyes that he was going to cum too. He clutched her waist and pushed inside her, allowing himself to empty into her as they both moaned loudly together.
“Olivia!” He screamed her name with the final shiver and then collapsed on top of her, crushing her with his weight.
Her body was still quivering as he lay on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the smell of him on her, the feel of his muscular arms around her body.
She closed her eyes and allowed the moment to sink in before she knew the panic would begin. But Rufus took his time. He remained inside her, lying on top of her in her arms, allowing himself to catch a breath.
It must have been at least fifteen minutes later that he stirred. Olivia had been holding her breath, feeling his warmth all this while, but when he moved she let go of him instantly. She didn’t want him to think that she wanted him to stay.
He straightened himself up, back into a sitting position at the drivers seat, completely naked.
Olivia sat up as well, covering her breasts with cupped hands. Rufus laughed when he saw that.
“I think we’re well past that modesty,” he said with a grin and licked his lips. Olivia blushed and looked away.
“I have to get dressed,” she said, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as possible. She knew he was watching her as she reached for all her clothes and started putting them on. A certain darkness had descended on his features as he watched her and then started dressing himself as well. They were both silent.
“You don’t have to drive me home. I know the way,” Olivia said, without looking at him, after they had both dressed.
“I don’t mind. I can walk home from your mother’s house,” he said, but Olivia shook her head.
“Walk home from here. I’ll be fine,” she said, opening her door to step out.
Rufus did the same and they looked at each other through the darkness.
“Olivia…” He was trying to say something, but she simply shook her head and walked over to the driver’s side door.
“Hey!” he cried out, as she settled into the car. Olivia stuck her head out of the window and looked at him with a smile.
“Thanks, Rufus. That was fun, as always. Goodnight. See you around,” she said, turning the key in the ignition and driving away.
She checked her rearview mirror and saw him still standing there, a look of confusion on his face.
Olivia was happy and upset at the same time. Happy she had had one more night with him, that she had been able to walk away from him before he had had the chance to walk away from her. But she was upset because she still wanted him, and this night hadn’t quenched her thirst for him. If not anything else, at least he didn’t know that. Rufus didn’t have a clue.