Her eyes are sparkling and happy, and she appears to be genuinely pleased. “Thank you for this. You’re a very talented agent of deassholization.”
“Oh, this isn’t my method of choice. Trust me. But if it makes you happy then I’m okay with it.”
She looks away shyly, but her eyes come back to mine, unable to resist the magnetism that’s between us. “Well, it makes me very happy.”
“Then let’s finish him off, shall we?”
She quirks one eyebrow and smiles. I see the daring girl rise to the surface. She’s feeling like she can take on the world, conquer anything including an ex-boyfriend.
She’s ready to jump. And I’m ready to catch her.
“What did you have in mind?” she asks coyly, licking her lips.
I look around and locate the signage for the bathrooms. I smile down at her, taking both her hands in mine and backing out of the crowd, toward the restrooms. I don’t take my eyes off her.
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wide with excitement. She doesn’t know what I have in mind, but I think she thinks it’s risqué. And she seems okay with that, which makes me even bolder.
Not once does she glance at that guy’s table as we pass, but I see him from the corner of my eye. He says something to the girl he’s with and he gets up to leave. He looks angry, which makes me smirk.
When we reach the short hallway outside the bathrooms, I pull Olivia to me and kiss her. She’s warm and pliant, and within seconds, she’s working her fingers into my hair and pressing her chest against mine.
I was only planning to kiss her where that ass**le could see us, but Olivia isn’t thinking about him anymore.
Now neither am I.
The music fades around us when she bends her knee and rubs her leg against mine. I reach down and run my fingers up the smooth skin of her calf. She reaches down and puts her hand on top of mine, guiding it to her hip. Happy to oblige, I cup her perfect ass in my hand and squeeze.
Her moan tickles along my tongue and vibrates to my lower half to stiffen everything from my waist down. When the kiss that was supposed to be more a tease than anything else turns rough with passion, I stop thinking about everything but the girl in my arms.
I reach behind me and twist the door knob so we can slip inside the bathroom. I pause only for a second to catch my breath and look around. We’re in the ladies’ room.
I lock the door and pull Olivia back to me, reaching down to drag my hands up the backs of her legs, bringing her skirt up as I go.
Her panties leave the majority of her butt uncovered. I stroke the smooth skin with my palms, running my fingers along the crease between her cheeks then pulling her hips snugly against mine. I want her to feel what she does to me.
She’s panting into my mouth and her fingers start fumbling with my belt buckle.
Damn, why did I wear a belt?
I help her get my jeans undone. I’m just about to reach inside them when she pushes my hand aside, wrapping her fingers around me and squeezing. I just about explode when she strokes me all the way to the tip and back down again, her tongue licking against mine in the same slow movement.
I grab her wrist and stop her. Olivia looks up at me with passion-dark eyes and a flushed face. Her lips are red and swollen and my only thought is of them wrapped around me, sucking me.
But not tonight. Tonight is all about Olivia—beautiful, sexy, courageous, passionate Olivia. Tonight, I want her to see what I see.
I turn her toward the sink, toward the only mirror in the room. She looks confused when she meets my eyes in the reflection.
“Look at yourself,” I say. I pull her long hair over one shoulder and place a kiss in the bend of her neck. She tilts her head to give me better access. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the room.” I run my hands across the exposed part of her stomach and up under her shirt. Her ni**les are hard against my palms. I pinch them through the thin material of her bra, never taking my eyes off hers. Her lips part and she moans. “So sexy,” I say, kneading her br**sts, grinding my hips against the round globes of her ass.
I take one hand and move it down her stomach. Her skirt is still hiked up and I can see the white material of her panties. I run my fingers between her legs. I groan when I realize the soft cotton is soaked.
“Any man would die to have this for even one night,” I say, pushing the material to the side and sliding my finger inside her. She closes her eyes and leans her head back against my shoulder. “No, I want you to watch. I want you to see what I see. I want us both to watch you come for me.”
Obediently, she opens her eyes, her hips moving against my hand, her lips parted deliciously. I lean slightly away from her and place my hand in the center of her back. Gently I apply pressure until she bends forward, instinctively putting her hands on either edge of the sink to brace herself.
Still watching her, I curl my fingers in the elastic of her panties and I pull them down to her knees. Caressing one smooth ass cheek, I stick a finger from my other hand in my mouth then run it down between her legs, pushing it deep inside her. She moans and I feel her hot body squeeze me.
Taking her by the hips, I hold her still as I guide my tip into her. I bite back a moan at how hot and wet she feels, how her body sucks at me, pulling me further in.
Her eyes are shifted downward, as if she’d like to watch me slide into her. When I don’t move, hers eyes return to mine in the mirror. I nod and see them shift to her own reflection. And then I thrust into her, hard and deep.
Her mouth drops open and her eyes flutter shut in pleasure. I rest inside her, reveling in how tight she is, pausing so I don’t come too fast.
She opens her eyes and leans forward, causing me to slide out of her almost completely. Then, just as slowly, she leans back, taking me fully inside her.
With my hands gripping her hips, I urge her into a slow tempo that I can sustain without getting off too soon. When she finds her rhythm, I reach around to slide my fingers between her slick folds, my fingertip moving easily over the hard nub there. She starts to make sexy little noises as I move make small circles over her. She’s practically purrs when I find the spot she likes best.
After only a couple of minutes, I feel her body tightening around me. I know she’s getting close. I increase my pace and tease her more insistently with my finger. When her breathing becomes more erratic and her pleasure becomes more vocal, I lean forward and fist my free hand in her hair, gently tipping her head back.
I speak into her ear. “I want you to watch yourself come all over me, Olivia. See how beautiful and sexy you are. See why I want you so much.”