We dry off, then she gets dressed and leaves first to meet with Aubrey, while I notify Tim that I’ll be in the room for a few hours—I’ll head downstairs once Livy plans on coming back up to ensure no one suspects us sharing a room. He retrieves my laptop and bag from the front desk for me, and while I could work in his room, I still have the taste of her on my tongue, so I’ve been hard for hours and don’t feel right jerking off in his space.
I glance over to the candle from last night, my mind instantly flooded with the memories of Livy letting me play withher. Needing release, I locate the unscented lotion from the bathroom and return to the bed.
Olivia always deletes our texts out of fear of someone reading them. I should do the same, but can’t bring myself to do it. I type out a message, and since she’s likely busy with Aubrey, I don’t anticipate a reply anytime soon, but I want her to know I’m thinking of her.
What are you up to down there?
Little typing bubbles appear, but just as quickly dissolve. I’m about to send her another message when a photo of her open laptop pops up. I zoom in and find talking points for one of the roundtables. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I read through them. She plans on addressing how accessibility for the disabled and neurodiverse communities needs to be discussed. We hadn’t planned on going over it during any of the panels or roundtables, but I love how she’ll shine light on it anyway.
Livy
What are you doing?
Laying in bed, naked.
Liar.
She’s right, but not wanting to be called out for it, I strip down to just my boxer briefs, slipping them down a little, and send a disappearing picture of me with my hand wrapped around my dick.
Was last night not enough?
You know I’ll never get enough of you.
I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t leave.
I expect ten or fifteen, since she’s probably downstairs with Aubrey in the lobby or at a restaurant, so I freeze at the distinct click of the door being unlocked after what had to be less than sixty seconds. Worried it could be Westley, I grab a pillow and cover my undeniably hard cock.
The door isn’t in view, and I blow out a long breath as Livy calls out, “You can’t send that to me and not expect me to come running.”
“Is that so? If that’s the case, I’ll send you one every hour on the hour.”
She stalks toward me, tying her hair up. “I want to watch.”
“Shouldn’t you be working?” I move the pillow and make a show of lazily stroking myself. Her lips part, and I stop my movements, curious what my girl is actually up to.
“Shouldn’t you be edging yourself so I can watch it throb in your hand?” she finally counters. “Or do I need to do it myself?”
My balls ache at the suggestion. While I love how Livy typically relinquishes control without any hesitation, this side of her is my favorite. She wants to be tamed, owned. “You have work to do,” I remind. “You want to watch? Then you’re going to go next door and video call me with earbuds in. You’ll have to listen to me come all over my chest with your name on my lips and won’t be able to do anything about how wet it makes you.”
Her eyes narrow. “You’re an asshole.”
“Ah, but I’m your asshole.”
There’s a knock at the door, and we both look toward the sound. There’s a second rapping of knuckles, followed by Aubrey shouting, “You have three minutes! Full power is on downstairs.”
Livy shifts her gaze to me, then closes the distance, leaning over to kiss me. “I guess you win.” She glances down to my cock, a teasing smirk dancing on her lips. The vixen lowers her mouth onto my length until she’s taken all of me, then lifts back up with a groan. “Have fun without me.” She walks away, and as I’m about to protest, she glances over her shoulder and teases, “If you send me a video, I’ll let you put it in my ass tonight.”
Little does she know, I intend on claiming all of her tonight—not just her ass—and I’m starting with that bratty mouth of hers.
25
Olivia
As promised, Isaac sent a video, and of course, my panties were soaked for hours after watching it. We’re supposed to start one of the roundtable discussions before dinner, but I’m tempted to run back up to the room to change into a fresh pair. Except he’s probably still there, and we’ll both be late—I’d ride him like a drunk girl on a mechanical bull at a bar. His only request after sending the video was that I give him my underwear, and maybe it’s the best option. Even if going commando in a pencil skirt isn’t ideal, sitting through a few hours with damp panties also isn’t.
Aubrey, Tracy, and I enter the large conference room. Just like yesterday, I’m a bit intimidated. Aubrey and Tracy take a seat behind me against the wall, and I wish one of them was beside me. Being across from Isaac won’t bode well for me; I don’t need the distraction.
I pull out my laptop and review my notes. This roundtable discusses how local communities can partner with small farms to help cut out additional supply chain costs. Many schools in my state already do this, and I’m hoping we can expand it toencourage all schools to participate. I startle as Isaac quietly purrs from behind me, “Where are they?”
