Chapter 26
Lucas
Fuck self-control.
I reach in my draw and pull a foil packet from it. Olivia pulls my sweatpants down my legs, freeing my cock. I wonder if she can feel it throb in her grip.
I tear the corner of the package, but before I can slip the condom on, Olivia’s mouth slides down my length. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her mouth on me. Her tongue circles around my head and flicks over my most sensitive part while her hand pumps my shaft.
I imagined this so many times. Jerked off daily since we met, pretending it was her getting me off. Now she’s here, and she’s so fucking good at sucking cock I’m afraid I’m going to lose control.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. For how good she feels. My fingers get lost in her hair.
“Liv, you’re amazing,” I manage to say, “But if you want me to fuck you, you need to stop because I’m not going to last.”
Olivia gives one final suck and lick before pulling back with a salacious-come-get-me look in her eyes. I flip her over on her back, roll the condom on and bend her legs toward her chest.
On my knees, I position myself at her opening and press inside. I move slow, inching my way deeper into her giving her tight pussy a chance to stretch and get used to my size.
We don’t speak as I continue to thrust in and out. We stare at each other, connecting on every level. It feels like I just got inside her when she screams my name and my balls tighten. I don’t slow down or pull out. I don’t try to delay. I thrust until all the cum is milked out of my dick.
I lean my head against Olivia’s as I catch my breath, still feeling the exhilaration of being inside her. It’s unlike any feeling I’ve ever had.
She’s worth the wait. If I had to wait a thousand years for her she’d still be worth it. I stare down into Olivia’s rich, chocolate eyes, hoping for a clue to the thoughts running through her mind.
She smiles putting me at ease. I know she came. Several times. I just hope she’s not disappointed in my lack of endurance. It’ll be better next time. I won’t be so overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside her.
I roll onto my side and pull her along with me, holding her. “You’re right,” I say, my voice low.
“About?”
I touch my lips to hers tenderly in an attempt reassure her. In an attempt to stall. “I don’t want to stop seeing you.”
“I should hope not.”
“You mean too much to me.”
“Good,” I see mischief in her smile as I brush the hair from her face.
I look away, too nervous to meet her eyes. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”
She hesitates answering, but she has to know there’s only one thing I could possibly be referring to.
“You mean when I said ‘I love you’?”
I swallow hard and nod.
“Yes.” She answers full of confidence and without hesitation.
Relieved, I crush my mouth over hers. “Then you’ll quit?” I ask as we break away.
Olivia pushes herself up into a sitting position with her arms crossed over her bare chest. “You’re kidding, right?”
I work to keep my tone light and gentle despite the sentiment of my words. Never let them see you sweat, and boy am I sweating this one.
“No. I’m dead serious,” I pause a moment. “If we’re going to give this a shot you can’t expect that I’m okay with you working for him.”
“What’s changed since yesterday?”
Is she crazy? “Everything.”
“I told you I have no direct contact with him. Even if I did you’ve known where I work and that’s never been an issue.”
“Yes, but until last night he didn’t know about me.”
“You think that’s going to change things at work?”
“I know it will. Sure as I’m sitting here, he’ll call you into his office Monday morning and everything will change.”
“You haven’t seen or spoken to the man in five years. I’m sure he’ll have questions.”
My muscles go taut, I shift away from her and rub the back of my neck. “The less he knows, the better.”
“Why? What’s the big deal?”
“Because that’s how I want it!” I snap. I don't want to lose my cool. I have to calm myself down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before speaking again. “He’s going to use you to get to me.”
Olivia reaches up and places her hand on my face. "I won’t let him.”
I shake my head, “You won’t even see it coming.”
“All I can do is give you my word. I won’t hurt you.”
“Face the facts, Olivia. Love hurts. You start out with the best of intentions, but inevitably you hurt each other. I love you, but that didn't stop me from hurting you last night, or this morning. Love sucks. It's just the way it is.”
She searches my eyes. For what? What does she think she'll find there? Does she think she'll discover some deep secret in them? I shared enough secrets with her for a lifetime.
“Okay, let’s suppose I do quit. What then?”
“You’ll get a job somewhere else.”
“Where? Working for whom? Another doctor? A woman?”
I squeeze my eyes tight, frustrated. “I don't know.”
“And what if there are men there? Are you going to ask me to quit? After how long? A day? A week? A month?”
Why can't she just agree and end this? “He's not just a man. He’s my father.”
“That’s my point. He looked really happy to see you last night. I doubt he’ll do anything to push you further away than you are right now.”
“Look," this discussion has to end. Now. "I can’t force you to quit, but I’m not comfortable with you working there. And there's nothing you can say that’s going to change that!”
“Okay. But can we agree to disagree?”
I can't agree, I just can't. But I can't risk losing her. Not now.
“I don’t know.” I roll over and sit on the side of the bed, sulking. Why won't she just give in?
“Then I’ll just have to convince you.” Olivia drapes her arms around my shoulders, leaning against my back. She kisses the back of my neck, working her way around to my face.
She climbs on top of me, straddling my lap. When I don't give her the attention she wants, her hips rock back and forth against me. She has a plan of attack, and it’s working. Within minutes all I can concentrate on is the feeling of being inside her again.