legs.
“I’ll save making you scream for the hotel. After the show.”
I guided the tip of my cock up against her, rubbing up and down along her
labia. I could hear the guys tumbling and climbing out of their bunks, but
Olivia’s wet heat felt way too good against my throbbing, aching-hard cock. I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and thrust into her slowly, filling her
up inch by inch. Olivia moaned, pressing her face against my neck, her arms
tightening around me as I slid deeper and deeper inside of her. “See? You can’t
expect me not…not to try for this…when you feel this good,” I murmured,
my lips right up against her ear. I dipped down to her throat, kissing and
nipping and nibbling as we both started moving together.
Olivia kissed me over and over again; she buried her face
against my neck, against my shoulder, even as she pushed her hips down against
mine, meeting every thrust, taking me deeper while her muscles rippled around
me. Her legs wrapped around me, her knees moving up to my ribs, and I started
gradually moving faster and faster inside of her. I let my mouth wander all
over her face, neck, and chest; I latched onto one nipple and then the other,
sucking and licking. Olivia twisted and writhed underneath me, her fingernails
digging into my back. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, the
tension mounting in her body. I wanted—needed—to hold back just long enough to
feel her start to come. I held back as I thrust harder and faster inside of
her, kissing her over and over again, swallowing down her moans and the little
muffled cries that left her throat.
All at once I felt the tension hit its highest point and
then she shuddered underneath me. The last of my self-control dissolved as I
felt her muscles clamping around me, flexing in fast spasms that made it
impossible for me to hold back. I groaned against her lips, waves of pleasure
coursing through me as I came deep inside of her. I kept moving for as long as
I could, thrusting hard and fast as my whole nervous system crackled with
orgasm. Finally, the spasms started to abate, and I half-collapsed on top of
Olivia, barely holding myself up on elbows and knees.
“Hey! Nicky, Liv! Get out here before the coffee’s all
gone,” Alex called from the lounge. I laughed, shaking my head, and pressed a
lazy kiss against Olivia’s cheek.
“See? No privacy.”
****
“So far, Jules and Mark are both out of the pot,” Dan said,
settling into his seat in the lounge. “That just leaves me and Alex to duke it
out over the money.”
“You’re going to have to wait two months after the tour for
that,” Alex pointed out.
“Not if she breaks up with him right at the end of the
tour,” Jules countered. “Then he wins by default.” A few feet away, I watched
Olivia working on another piece for the magazine.
“What happens to the money if all of you are wrong?” She
asked idly, not even looking up from her screen. “I mean, what if two months
passes after the tour and Nick and I are still together?” Four other sets of
eyes turned to look at me.
“What are you looking at me for?” I shook a cigarette loose
from my pack and brought it to my mouth quickly, fumbling with my lighter for a
moment before I could get it lit.
“I’m just trying to figure out if you’re really serious
about going the distance,” Dan said, shrugging.
“Same,” Alex agreed.
“I wanted to see if you were going to start blushing. I was
totally right,” Mark told me with a smirk.
“Everyone else was doing it, so I figured why be the only
one left out?” I rolled my eyes at Jules’ deadpan.
“I’m not trying to get, like, a confession of love or
something,” Olivia said, finally glancing up from her laptop. “I’m just curious
about the status of the betting pool if everyone loses.”
“Money goes to Nick,” Alex ruled.
“But he didn’t even bet!” Mark scowled at him.
“Technically he did,” Dan said. “He bet
Kenneth Harding
Tim O’Brien
C.L. Scholey
Janet Ruth Young
Diane Greenwood Muir
Jon Sharpe
Sherri Browning Erwin
Karen Jones
Erin McCarthy
Katie Ashley