Chapter 12
Olivia
I felt bold as I slid off the counter and landed on my feet in front of Brad. His eyes never left my face, and when I took a step forward, he wrapped his arms around me. His movements were slower than they’d been before, more deliberate. He held me close, pressing me against his chest and lightly brushing his lips over mine. I shivered at the contact and sighed, opening my lips to him. His tongue trailed over my bottom lip, and I moaned. It felt amazing to be in his arms again, and as our kiss deepened, I knew I couldn’t wait another second to feel him inside me.
Our kiss deepened as I pushed him backward toward a waiting chair. He fell into it, looking at me in shock as I straddled him. Our bodies fused together, tangling around each other as we kissed passionately. I was soon breathless, desire hot between my legs. I could feel Brad’s dick getting harder in his pants. I tore my lips from his and threw my shirt over my head, tearing my bra off and kissing him again.
His hands caressed my back while we kissed, our tongues dancing in perfect rhythm. He groaned when I pulled away again, my hands searching for the button on his pants. I tore it open and yanked the zipper down. Brad lifted his hips up just enough for me to pulled his pants down. His boxers slid with them, letting his rock-hard cock burst free. I stroked it slowly while he kicked his clothes away.
“Olivia…” he moaned deeply.
I moved my hand slowly around his dick. It wasn’t like him to be this submissive, but I liked it. For once, I was in control, and I loved the way I affected him.
He trembled beneath my touch, and when I grazed my tits across his face, he bit at me with ferocity. I giggled while I continued to tease him, making his blue eyes darken with repressed desire. He threw his head back and watched while I stroked his long cock. Soon he was shaking. I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Slowly, I raised myself up. Standing in front of him, I slid my pants off and let them fall into a pile on the floor. I was wearing nothing but a black thong that made Brad growl and reach for me.
“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me to him with force,
He yanked the thong off my body, groping my ass and sucking my nipple between his teeth. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair, lifting myself to straddle him. His cock was poised just below my pussy, and as I rolled my hips forward, he moaned and pushed me down.
I was soaking wet. His dick slid inside me with no effort. I moved slowly, reveling in this position. His eyes were wide with wonder as I held on to his shoulder and gently rocked my hips back and forth. The motion was slow and sensual, not at all our usual pace. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he didn’t mind. He was clenching my ass so hard that I knew his fingerprints would be left on my skin for days to come.
The thought spurred me forward, making me rock my hips faster and bounce my ass harder against him. He groaned and thrust his hips upward, barreling inside me with force. I gripped his shoulders and took control, riding him with a reckless abandon I’d never felt before.
I threw my head back and let my pleasure take over. My tits bounced against his face, making him grunt with pleasure.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he said roughly.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, pulling myself to whisper in his ear.
His answering growl was all I needed to hear. I threw myself back and rode him harder than ever, lifting my ass up and then throwing it back down. He moaned and growled, groping at my ass and hips with frantic need. His lips searched for my tits, and he kissed me with a hunger I’d never felt before.
I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and I knew he was close. My own pleasure was just second away. I slid one hand between us to stroke my clit. His eyes widened as he rammed his hips upward, grunting and panting with desperation.
“I’m so close,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Come for me,” he said roughly. “Let me feel you come, baby.”
I obeyed his order, coming so hard that I screamed out his name and slammed myself against his cock with renewed vigor. He gripped me hard, his orgasm rocking through our bodies. My pussy clenched around his cock while he pulsed inside of me. I moaned and kissed his lips slowly, licking my tongue along his. He kissed me back, panting and groaning against my lips. The way he held me was so full of need that I never wanted him to let me go.
When he did, I groaned and slowly stood up, letting his dripping cock slide out of me. I sighed and stared at it with a satiated smile. He smiled back at me, a dazed look in his eyes.
“You know, I’ve never traded sex for car repairs before, but now that I have, I think I’m going to make it a requirement,” he said.
I laughed. “That good, huh?”
“God yes,” he said.
We both laughed softly while we searched for our clothes. I pulled my pants on slowly, my legs still trembling from the mind-blowing orgasm. When I tucked my breasts away, Brad groaned in protest. I laughed again and rolled my eyes. Once I pulled my shirt over my head, I turned to face Brad. He was almost fully dressed, and I didn’t like it any more than he did.
If I could, I would have stayed there with him all night. Naked and writhing on top of me. Instead, I knew we both had to get going. I’d spent all day working, and so had he. We were exhausted.
“Did you start work with Carla today?” he asked.
“I did,” I said with a smile. “It was amazing. I’ve always wanted to work in a gallery.”
“You never have?” Brad asked, surprised.
“Nope,” I said. “My parents never really approved of me pursuing art. They call it a hobby. It’s not a practical profession, so they dismiss it.”
“That’s bullshit,” Brad said. I smiled at his indignation but shrugged.
“It’s nothing I’m not used to,” I said. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what they think. Working for Carla is going to be amazing, I can already tell.”
“I’m sure,” Brad said.
“Well, I should get going,” I said. “I’m exhausted from today.”
“Sex will do that to you.” Brad grinned.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. Kissing him softly, I felt myself sink into him all over again. I pulled away quickly, knowing I wouldn’t have the strength to leave if we kept it up.
“Bye,” I said softly.
Brad waved as I walked around the counter and through the front door. My entire body was filled with energy as I made my way to my hotel. Things were starting to improve. When I first arrived in town, I thought my luck had run out, but now I wondered if it wasn’t the opposite.
After just one day, I already loved working for Carla. She was talented and kind, constantly pushing me to create more work. When there was a lull in customers, she insisted I pull out my sketchbook. We spent the entire day talking about art and nothing else. I’d never felt more inspired in my entire life. When I left, I couldn’t wait to get back.
Then seeing Brad only served to improve my mood. When I walked into his shop, I wasn’t sure what I would say. I knew I still wanted him. God, I wanted him. But I was worried about getting involved with someone when I didn’t know how long I would be in town. Still, being with Brad was worth it. He could rock my world without even trying, and that wasn’t something I was going to give up anytime soon.
As I walked through the door to my hotel room, I smiled. My life wasn’t at all what I thought it would be but I felt at home here. I might have been living in a hotel, working a part-time job for very little pay while trying to pay for the repairs to my damaged car but that was okay. I was beginning to think that staying in Santa Fe wouldn’t be half bad.