I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “I don’t remember anyone ever calling my cock pretty before.”
“Well, I’m proud to be the first.”
“Can I see you touching yourself?”
“It’s not that exciting, unless you want me to grab one of my other vibrators.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t care what you use. I want to watch that tight pussy drip for me as you come.”
On a mission, Livy shifts to pull a few pillows, propping them toward the edge of the bed. She sets the phone against it, then disappears, coming into view a minute later, naked and spread wide for me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking perfect. I’m getting on the next plane.”
Pressing her vibe on her clit, she gives me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. “Oh yeah? To do what, exactly?”
“I’d start by licking up that little mess you’re making.” I spot the dark purple bruise where I sunk my teeth into her and groan, “Then I’ll leave at least a dozen more marks on you like that one.”
Livy traces the outline, a lazy smile teasing her lips as she rests her head back on the headboard. “It’s still sensitive. I can’t cross my legs without feeling a little sting.”
Olivia relaxes but doesn’t close her eyes, increasing the setting on her vibrator. The temptation to book a ticket to arrive in the morning and claim my girl is overwhelming. It isn’t just about her incredible body; I’d book us the first flight to Vegas and make her my wife tomorrow if it wouldn’t destroy everything we’ve both worked for. I need all of her.
As she continues circling her clit, I keep the same pace, stroking faster. When she pauses, I do the same, cock throbbing with my orgasm nearly in reach. She smirks, and I’ve got to hand it to her, I never thought my girl would have it in her to try and edge me. Turnabout is fair play. When she resumes, I do as well, letting her have the control she often gives up to me.
“Increase the vibe, baby. I want to see you squirt.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t squirt.”
“Oh, you absolutely do, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.” My favorite blush appears on her cheeks, and I continue, “Especially when my fingers are deep inside you while you coat my beard.”
“But you no longer have a beard.”
“Fuck. You’re right. Guess I’ll just have to settle for lapping at your cunt until I’ve taken every last drop from you.” I’m overcome with the need to pull endless orgasms from her and remind, “Increase the vibrator. Let me see you come for me.”
Livy listens beautifully, adjusting it two or three settings, moaning as she presses it harder against her clit. I stroke faster, my cock thickening in my hand, and the moment she comes, I’m right behind her. Hot cum paints my chest, and I slow down but don’t stop until she does. Once she’s caught her breath, she shuts off her vibrator, tossing it aside.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur. “I’ll be right back, but don’t you dare clean up. You’re giving me four more before we hang up tonight.”
Teasing one of her nipples for show, she taunts, “Yes, Daddy.”
19
Olivia
MARCH
“So help me, this week if I don’t mount some hot Canadian… Hmm, stallion doesn’t quite work. What’s the Canadian equivalent of that? A stag? Is there a special name for a dude bear? I don’t remember. Neither sound sexy,” Aubrey rants, finally giving me or Westley a moment to reply.
Wes doesn’t take his eyes off the road as he offers, “May I suggest a loon?”
I draw my lips into my mouth to smother my amusement. I adore Westley, but the poor man has had to put up with my hormonally charged best friend for the past month, and I’m sure he’s at his wits’ end. Aubrey just had her second IVF treatment this week and is extra feisty since the first one didn’t take. I feel bad for Wes. He’s the only one I trust to drive us to the airport who’s also privy to my relationship—or whatever it is—with Isaac.
“Don’t forget what the doctor told you,” I remind her. I’m worried if she doesn’t get pregnant this round, I may have topromote someone to take over for her. I’m sure the stress of her job isn’t helping her conceive.
She lets out an exasperated groan. “I know,Mom, I have a club-size pack of condoms in my luggage.”
“Bree,” I hiss, “do I need to leave you here?”
“No, I’ll behave. But you also need to behave.”
