“I don’t share, Olivia, and I’m not into playing games or being lied to. We don’t have to put a label on this, but the minute you’re interested in someone else, just say the word.” I’ve shared with Travis before, but that was different. Those girls didn’t mean anything. I already know I’m not willing to share her. With anyone. Ever.
“It’s not like that. He’s my ex.”
“Why is he calling you?” I ask, even though it’s obvious.
She fidgets with the blanket. “He…uh, wants to get back together.”
My nostrils flare, and my heart starts beating harder. I shouldn’t be this upset, this territorial over her already, but fuck, I’m pretty sure the second I laid eyes on her, I knew I was in trouble.
“I’m not taking him back,” she says quickly.
“Do you still have feelings for him?” My eyes stay locked on hers, trying to gauge her reaction.
“No,” she says firmly, and tension eases from my shoulders.
She goes into the detail about how they dated for years, only for him to break it off so he could enjoy the rest of college by screwing other girls before it was time for him to settle down. He thought she’d welcome him back with open arms when he’d gottenhis fill.
What a fucking moron.
Olivia lays her head on my chest, and I run my fingers through her silky strands, my blood pressure returning to normal. A few minutes later, I feel her breathing even out. I kiss her forehead and close my eyes. It’s the first night in a long time that I find sleep so easily.
24
PENN
I wakeup to the faint sounds of moaning and a raging boner.
At first, I think I’m dreaming the sounds and the feel of a warm body pressed tightly to mine. I peel my eyes open and find Olivia’s ass pressed against me, my arm draped over her hip. She’s still asleep, breathing steady, but I swear I heard a little moan slip from her lips and felt her ass grinding into me.
The blanket has slipped past her knees, and my shirt has ridden up her thighs. The slightest movement would give me a full view of her pussy. I slide back, trying to put some distance between us before she wakes up with my hard-on pressed between her cheeks. But as I move back, so does she, staying nestled perfectly in front of me with her ass in my lap.
I hold back a groan. The friction of her ass subtly rubbing on me has my dick throbbing. I carefully roll away and climb from the bed, making sure not to wake her, before quietly heading to the kitchen to make coffee and check the road conditions.
The snow has stopped, but the parking lot and road haven’t been cleared enough for me to feel comfortable letting her drive, knowing how nervous she is about it. I step inside and wait for my coffee to brew, adjusting my cock that’s still hard as a rock.
Slipping back into my room, I check on Olivia. She’s still passed out in my bed, but I’ll have to wake her soon for school. I move into my bathroom, careful not to shut the door fully and disturb her, then tear my sweatpants down and free my aching cock. I lean forward, gripping the counter with one hand, using the other to glide across the tip, smearing the pre-cum leaking from me to work myself over.
I’ve been wound tight since kissing her last night. It was hard enough walking away from that, but to have her next to me in only my T-shirt was even worse.
Closing my eyes, I picture her spread out on my bed, face flushed, panting and whimpering like she does when we kiss.Fuck.
I jerk myself faster. My balls start to tingle. I’m close already. Pleasure works through my body. My grip on the counter tightens, making my knuckles white as my other hand pumps fast, chasing release. I bite my lip to hold in a moan. Just as I’m about to explode, the door creaks open and a wide-eyed Olivia steps in.
“Shit.” I turn away, scrambling to tuck my dick back into my pants, my balls screaming in protest. Once I’m decent, I spin around. “I’m sorry, fuck. I thought you were asleep.”
I should have locked the door.
She creeps in, her sleepy eyes full of shock. Shit, I probably traumatized her.
She fidgets with the bottom of the shirt she’s wearing. It’s an old Loose Threads shirt, and it looks so much better on her. It hits her mid-thigh, leaving her long, perfect legs on display.She licks her lips, eyes falling where my cock is semi-hard in my sweats. It twitches under her attention.
“You okay?” I ask cautiously.
Her throat moves with a swallow before her eyes lift to mine. “Can I watch you do that?”
My neck rears back, heart picking up pace. “You want to watch me?” I ask in disbelief.
She nods.
