I whimpered at his action because it was so damn unbelievably sexy.
As he lowered his body over me his lips hovered over mine. “You taste so fucking good.”
I felt my pussy contract as he licked his lips and lowered his mouth to mine. I could taste the tanginess on his tongue.
This was nothing like my first time. This was so much more erotic and I understood with Keeton nothing would ever be ordinary.
“Do you taste yourself?” he asked. I nodded my head as I sucked on his tongue making him groan.
His cock nudged against my opening and I pushed my hips forward, begging for him to give himself to me.
He pulled back and positioned his hardness as he teasingly pushed it in just barely before pulling back. I whined and he smiled. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked, as he pushed inside just a little more and then pulled back again.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”
“Who knew you had a little dirty side hidden down deep?” he teased.
“You bring it out in me,” I replied, flexing my hips more, feeling his erection against me.
“Only me,” he said as he pressed inside me once again.
“Yes,” I moaned as he began entering me slowly. “Only you,” I said in a breathy whisper.
“You’re mine, Olivia,” he groaned as he pushed in all the way and closed his eyes tightly as if taking a moment to concentrate. “All mine,” he added before pushing in that last inch and making my eyes roll back in pleasure.
He began to move and my mind was all over the place. I clawed at his back as he pumped into me over and over. My toes curled and legs tensed and my stomach coiled with pleasure.
“You feel so damn good,” he growled out as he slammed inside of me.
He said that I wouldn’t be able to keep him off me once we took this step, but I knew he was so wrong. Something told me that he would find it hard to keep me from jumping him. I was more than sure that Keeton Pearce had awakened the hidden vixen inside me, and I think he was in deep, deep trouble.
Chapter Ten
Keeton
I was beginning to wonder if it was possible for a human to fuck themselves into a coma. If it was, I was positive Olivia and I were well on our way. After the first couple times we were together we’d decided condoms were a protection we could move past. She was on the pill and we both knew that we wouldn’t be with anyone else.
Once we got a feel for one another without anything between us it was like a whole new experience and we went a little wild.
I had unleashed something in her after our first night together, and not that I’m complaining, but I barely had time to sleep anymore. Between work, school, and Olivia, I found little time to get any rest.
Our schedules were pretty much the opposite. When she had class I was on a break and vice versa. And I had taken a few extra shifts at the garage to cover expenses my scholarship didn’t. Plus my truck was giving me all kinds of shit, and I had to pump over $500 in parts just to get it running again.
The stress of it all was getting to me and I felt like I just needed a couple days to recover. But telling your new girlfriend you were already burnt out probably wouldn’t be the best choice. So instead of saying anything, I just continued to go on like nothing was wrong.
I crawled out of bed ten minutes before class started and after scrambling to get ready I exited my apartment and collided with Lacy as she was rounding the corner.
“Damn,” she shrieked as she did her best not to drop the groceries she held in her arms. “What’s the hurry?”
“Sorry, Lace,” I reached out and held onto the bag until I knew she had a good hold. “I’m late for class.”
I looked down at my phone and realized Mr. Lerrick would have already started class. And nothing pissed that man off more than a student interrupting class by arriving late.
I signed in defeat as my shoulders sagged and I backed up leaning against the wall.
“Dude, you look like death.” Lacy laughed as she balanced her bag while trying to unlock her door. I pushed off the wall and took the bag from her making it just a little easier on her. “What’s up with you anyway? You’ve been walking around looking more and more like the walking dead.”
“Just trying to keep up,” I told her.
She opened her door and held it as I stepped past and walked toward her kitchen. Her apartment was a mirror image of my own. Except hers was much more decorated and clean.
Granted, since Olivia has been around more, my place has been looking a little less lived in. It smelled pretty damn good, too.
I had been introduced to Febreze plug in air fresheners.
The scent of Duke was no longer the prominent scent that engulfed someone entering my place.
“Maybe you need to take some time off,” Lacy said, as if she read my mind. “Your dad and brother aren’t giving you shit again, are they?”
“No,” I told her.
Lacy was one of the first people I met when I moved into the building. We may have started out as more than just neighbors but in the end, we were just friends. She had also been the one to call the cops when my drunk brother showed up at 2:00 in the morning, beating the hell out of my front door with a baseball bat.
Needless to say, it was really hard to avoid telling her the story behind Kurt and Karver Pearce. But she never felt sorry for me; she just listened and in the end told me that getting away from them was probably the best choice I ever made.
“You hungry?” She held up a box of brown sugar Pop-Tarts and I couldn’t help but laugh. They were my favorite. I was the one who first introduced Lacy to them, and now she was hooked herself.
“You know I always have room for those.” I grinned as she spun around and tore the package open, placing them into the toaster.
She sat down on the opposite side of the bar once they were finished and we talked about her job and how much she hated it.
The time sort of got away and when I reached for my phone in my pocket I came up empty. I began looking around the room and found it lying just next to the front door. It must have fallen from my pocket when I entered earlier.
Lifting it from the floor, I saw the flashing blue light on top.
I had two missed calls and a text message, all from Liv.
I bypassed voicemail and went straight for the text because it was the latest.
Olivia: Are you okay? I waited for you outside of union Hall and realized you weren’t in class. Are you sick?
“Fuck, I gotta go,” I said over my shoulder as I walked toward the front door of Lacy’s apartment. She walked after me.
Opening her door, I saw Olivia’s back just as she extended her hand and knocked on my front door.
She spun around and gave me a strange look as she looked back at my door, as if for a moment she thought she was about to knock on the wrong door. That cute scrunched up look she gives when she gets confused made me smile.
“You got the right place,” I told her as I stepped forward and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. “I just saw your text.”
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked. Her concern for me was heartwarming. It was something I hadn’t known much growing up. Olivia was always trying to take care of me.
“I’m fine baby, just tired,” I assured her.
“Don’t forget these.”
I turned around to see Lacy holding out my keys as she leaned up against the doorframe of her apartment.
I felt Olivia tense against me, and I immediately wanted to fucking kick myself for agreeing to hang out for that damn Pop-Tart. Olivia and I never had the “ex” talk. Not that she had a lot to reveal, but something told me Olivia wouldn’t like me hanging out with a girl I used to hook up with.
“Thanks,” I said as I took the keys, and turned back to find Olivia looking at Lacy with curiosity. I knew the situation could no longer be avoided, so I turned her in my arms so she was facing Lacy’s door instead of my own.
“Liv, this is Lacy, a friend I met when I first moved into the building. Lacy, this is Olivia.” I looked down at her and winked. “My girlfriend.”
They exchanged a hello, but I could tell Olivia wasn’t fully satisfied with my introduction.
Lacy said goodbye as she retreated back to her apartment and closed the door behind her. Without saying another word on the matter, I led Olivia to my place and unlocked the door.
Hearing the sounds of the door, Duke came barreling through the kitchen and plowed into Olivia’s legs, knocking her back against me.
Once we were inside with the door closed she knelt at Duke’s side and allowed him to happily welcome her before he turned around and walked back to his bed in the living room.
I walked to the couch and could almost feel her eyes burning into my back. I thought for sure she would ask about Lacy, but she surprised me when she instead asked if I was sure I was okay.
“I just woke up late for class and when I was in a hurry to leave, I collided with Lacy and knocked her groceries from her hands.” She looked down at her lap and twisted her ring around her finger. “You gonna ask me?”
Olivia lifted her head and her eyes connected with mine. “Ask you what?”
I could tell she was playing it cool. It was easy to see she didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend.
“Lacy,” I replied. “I know you want to ask about her.”
“It’s not my business.” She shrugged.