Chapter 10
Olivia
When five o’clock rolled around, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited for Brad’s arrival. I wore a simple outfit: a tight-fitting T-shirt and a pair of shorts that showed off my ass. I knew the outfit would seduce Brad, and the thought filled me with a desire of my own. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing it, but somehow it felt right.
There was something about Brad that drew me to him. It wasn’t just his body or animalistic nature. It was more. It was easy to talk to him, to tell him things. In the garage, I found myself spouting out the truth about my parents without hesitation. I was embarrassed, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable or nervous to tell Brad the truth. It was odd how at ease I felt around him. Other than my undeniable sexual attraction to him, I didn’t shy away from anything when he was around. That, more than anything, was what fueled my desire to say yes to his enticing offer.
I wondered if Brad would go home to change before coming over. Checking the clock, I saw that it was half past five. If he did go home first, he might not arrive for another half hour or so. I sighed and leaned back on my hands, staring up at the ceiling and trying to quiet my aching need for him. Now that I had a job, I could pay him for the repairs on my Jeep, but that fact didn’t change how desperate I was to be with him again.
Just before 5:45 p.m., I heard a firm knock on the door. I jumped and giggled to myself. I felt like a teenager with her first crush as I flew across the room to let Brad inside. I pulled open the door, and he stepped over the threshold, his eyes traveling over my body with a desperate hunger. I pushed the door closed and took a step back, staring up at his face. He hadn’t gone home to change. He was still covered in grease from the day, which made him even sexier than before.
I tried to tell him about my job at Carla’s art gallery but before I could get a single word, his lips were on mine, and he was kissing me with passion. I gasped and moaned, sinking into him. My mind went blank as my body once again took control. There was something about Brad that completely lowered my inhibitions. He was more intoxicating than alcohol, and while he kissed me, I could barely breathe. My shorts were instantly soaked, and when he ran his strong hands up my thighs, I shivered and pressed my tits against his chest.
“You look amazing,” Brad said, pulling away just enough to rake his eyes over my body again.
“Do I?” I asked playfully.
“God yes,” he growled and kissed me again, harder.
His hands flew to my shirt, lifting it up over my head. Our lips separated just long enough to him to throw my shirt to the floor. He held me to him, kissing my lips and running his fingers down my sides. I groaned with desire and searched frantically for his shirt. Once it was off, I ran my nails down his chest. He growled and threw me backward on the bed, once again taking control.
I grinned devilishly at him while he slid out of his pants. He climbed on top of me and shoved my bra to the side, not bothering to remove it before he attacked my nipples. Just like last time, I arched my back and moaned with pleasure. He unbuttoned my pants with one hand and shoved that same hand inside my panties.
“Shit,” I moaned when he found my clit.
It was amazing how quickly Brad could send waves of pleasure rocking through my body. I let him take control for another few seconds before I couldn’t stand it any longer. Flinging myself up, I pinned him to the bed and kissed him hard and fast. He growled and bit my bottom lip, his hands running down my back to unhook my bra. I slid it over my shoulder and threw it to the ground while he slapped my ass with force.
I slowly lowered myself to his neck. I pressed my lips to his skin, moving lower and lower with each kiss. Finally, I hovered above his rock-hard cock, my lips inches from his tip. He watched me with those deep blue eyes while my tongue flicked out to lick him. His eyes flew wide, and he growled as I slid his entire length into my mouth. I barely had a chance to tease him when he lifted me up and threw me on the bed.
His hands were lightning as they tore my shorts from my body. I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath them, and his eyes lit up with desire at the sight of my bare pussy.
“Goddamn, Olivia,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“You like?” I asked breathlessly. “I thought underwear would just slow us down.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, diving down to bury his lips against my pussy.
“Fuck!” I cried out as his tongue lashed against my clit.
I writhed and wrapped my legs around his face, lifting my hips and thrusting into him. He raked his tongue up and down so fast that I was soon bordering on the edge of ecstasy. Brad could feel my release coming, so he pulled away and flipped me roughly on to my stomach.
My legs were trembling as he lifted my ass in the air, slapping it twice before positioning himself at my entrance. I was more than ready for him. My soaked pussy dripped for his cock.
When he slid inside me, I grasped and hung on to the bed sheets. He moved slower this time, thrusting forward with slow power. Each time he moved inside me, waves of pleasure rocked through my body. I was soon panting and moaning, crying out for him to take me harder.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Fuck me. Harder!”
He slapped my ass again and railed me harder than ever. I cried out and hung on to the headboard, my tits bouncing with each thrust he threw into me.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled. “Fucking shit…”
I cried out his name as my orgasm took me prisoner. Pleasure shook my body, making my legs tremble and my ass shake. I could feel his hands squeezing my cheeks while he continued to take me. His grunts were getting louder and more intense, and I knew he was close.
When he came, he fell forward, grabbing my hips and forcing me back against him. I felt his cock throb inside of me, making renewed pleasure cascade through my body. I felt like I’d never be able to walk away when he finally pulled out, and we both collapsed on to the bed.
My breathing was ragged, and so was his. I looked over at him, surprised to see him already staring at me. He kissed my lips gently, more gently than he’d ever kissed before. When we pulled apart, I stared into those blues I’d already grown to love until I knew it was time to tell him about my job.
“So,” I said softly. “I got a job at the local art gallery, so it looks like I’ll be staying in Santa Fe for a while.”
“Carla’s place?” Brad asked.
I nodded. “Which means I can pay you for the repairs on my Jeep.”
“Oh,” he said. I could have sworn I heard a trace of disappointment in his voice. “Well, that’s great. I’ll work up an estimate and get it to you tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I said softly.
We kept looking at each other, but I didn’t know what else to say. Now that he knew about my job, there wasn’t any reason for us to continue with our arrangement. The offer he made was to trade sex for repairs. If I was paying him, would he still want to screw around with me?
My question was soon answered.
“I like spending time with you,” he said. “If you still want to… you know…. Well, I’m up for it.”
I stared into his eyes for a few second, unsure of how to answer. Part of me wanted to scream yes and let him take me again right there. I’d never been with anyone who could shake me to my core like Brad did. He was rough but gentle at the same time, pushing me over the edge while making me feel perfectly safe.
Still, was this something I wanted to continue? I had a job to focus on, and soon my Jeep would be fixed. What was the point of holding on to Brad when I didn’t know how much longer this thing between us would last?