The muscles in her thighs tensed under his grip; with a few well-placed strokes, she would orgasm. He knew just where to touch her, where she liked it the best. He slid his tongue up and lapped at her flesh just above her opening and just below her pubic bone. Her panting increased as he pressed down. He continued to manipulate her cl*t and stroke his tongue up and down.
Soon, her legs started to shake, and he could feel her sex contract under his tongue as he jammed it into her. She cried out and grabbed his hair as an orgasm exploded through her. Garrick continued to rub her clit, prolonging the sensations for as long as he could. She pushed at his head, but he held firm, lapping at her weeping cunt. As thick juices ran out of her, he lapped them up like cream.
Eventually, she relinquished her hold on his hair and let her arms fall to her sides. Her body quieted, and her muscles stopped quivering. Garrick released his hold on her and raised his head. Her eyes were closed, and she had a satisfied look on her lovely face.
“No sleeping allowed in here,” he growled. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
She opened one eye and smiled. “I should hope not. I didn’t come all this way for one orgasm.”
Garrick chuckled and stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Olivia watched him intently. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. Desire for him rippled through her body, and she sat up to run her hands over his chest. Flicking her thumbs over his ni**les, she stroked her hands through the light sprinkling of black hair covering his defined muscles. She followed that line down his sternum to the waistband of his jeans. Eagerly, she pulled at the button and quickly unzipped him.
Sliding her hand inside his jeans, she found his c*ck hot and hard, twitching under her deft touch.
Garrick groaned when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She watched his face as she stroked him up and down.
“Oh, Lord, woman, I missed ...”
She covered his mouth with her own, smothering the rest of his words. She didn’t want to hear it.
She licked her own lust off his lips and sucked it off his tongue. She had always enjoyed her own flavor.
“Mmm, I taste good.”
He chuckled. “Yes, you do.”
As she continued to stroke his c*ck with one hand, she pushed at his jeans with her other. But it was not working as quickly as she wanted. “Damn it, a little help here.”
Garrick pushed her onto the bed and moved back, stepping onto the floor. With a pleased grin on his devilish face, he pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them. He stood there and gazed down at her, knowledge in his eyes. Olivia chuckled; the man knew he was gorgeous. She liked his arrogance. It turned her on.
“Now that I see it, what are you going to do with it?”
Grabbing her legs, Garrick pulled her across the bed to the edge where he stood. He took an ankle in each hand, lifting and spreading her legs. She looked down and watched as his c*ck rubbed up against her sex. He moved his pelvis up and down, rubbing it along her slick cleft. Tired of the teasing, Olivia reached down and guided his c*ck into her. He was big, and she could feel her flesh stretch to accommodate his girth.
Slowly he pushed into her, completely filling her. Olivia sucked in a ragged breath as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. He continued his slow, lazy torture, his teasing. But as she looked up at his strained face, she knew he was struggling to hold on just as hard as she was. It wouldn’t be long before he lost control and took her hard. That was what she wanted. She wanted him lost and out of control. It proved to her who really held the power in their dynamic. She would need that power to go through with her plans.
Olivia moved her hand down to her sex and rubbed at her slit. She did it deliberately to draw his eyes down to where they were joined. Gliding fingers moved farther, and she touched his c*ck as it entered her. She smiled as moans of pure pleasure escaped his lips.
“Ah, f**k, woman! You’re killing me!”
Encouraged by his words, Olivia reached down and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. She chuckled when he gasped aloud, and he closed his eyes in rapture. She continued to massage him as he pumped into her, his tempo increasing.
Opening his eyes, he sneered down at her. “You want to play rough?”
She nodded, unable to speak as surges of heat and desire swept over her like an overpowering wave.
Garrick wrapped his hands around the underside of her knees and pulled her closer to him. He pushed back on her legs, opening her further and tilted her pelvis up. As he pushed into her, she cried out. In this position, he was able to completely bury himself within her sex, and his c*ck pressed up against a spot that was inaccessible at any other time.
With each thrust, Olivia thought she’d go blind, as swell after swell of white-hot pleasure washed over her. She reached out and grabbed his arms as he increased his tempo. She could feel his muscles quiver.
He was very close to releasing his animal, and she wondered if he had ever shifted during sex.
Tightening his hold on her legs, Garrick pounded into her sex again and again. Sweat dripped off his face and landed on her stomach. Her thighs began to quiver, and she could feel the shooting pangs of orgasm start in her sex. Crying out, she tried to clamp her legs shut against the surges of rapture. She dug her nails into the flesh of his arms, but Garrick continued his assault. White spots formed behind her eyelids, and she thought she’d go mad as flows of muscle spasms wracked her body. She wanted to cry out, tell him to stop, that she couldn’t handle any more, but coherent words wouldn’t form in her mind. Eventually she could think of nothing else but the surging of her body.
Finally, Garrick fell on top of her, burying his face against her neck, and plunged his c*ck as far into her as possible. As he bit down on the flesh between her neck and shoulder, his body exploded in pleasure.
He cried out into her skin as muscle spasms shook his lower body and he emptied himself into her. She wrapped her arms around him as they both shook from their powerful orgasms.
Eventually the metallic odor of blood woke Olivia from her sex-drugged haze. She could feel a warm trickle of liquid running down her shoulder to pool beneath her on the bed. Gaining strength, she pushed on Garrick and moved out from under him. His flaccid c*ck slipped out of her, and he grunted, but didn’t stir.
Gingerly, she touched the wound on her shoulder. Blood stained her fingers.
“Damn it, Garrick!”
He moved his head to the side to look at her. He grinned like a cat caught with the canary in its mouth.
“Sorry.”
“Like hell you are. How dare you markme! ” She sat up on the bed and pushed away from him.
“Babe, you were already marked, nineteen months ago.”
She punched him in the shoulder and jumped off the bed. “Fuck you! You discarded me, remember? I don’t belong to you.”
Garrick groaned as he flipped over on the bed and crammed a pillow behind his head. “Fisher thinks you belong to him.”
Olivia paused while dressing to glare at him. “Fuck him, too! I don’t belong to anyone.”
Garrick could see the anger and fury on her face, but he could also hear the slight shake in her voice.
She was indeed furious, but something else lingered behind her ire. He watched as she yanked on her jeans. She picked up her ruined T-shirt,then threw it at him. It hit him in the face, and he chuckled. He pulled it off as she yanked open one of his dresser drawers and selected one of his shirts. She avoided his stare while pulling his shirt over her head.
“I want you back,Liv .”
She turned slowly toward him and guffawed. “What? Fuck you, Garrick. You never had me to begin with.”
“I’ve put the word out that I’m looking for a mate. It would make it much easier if you just succumbed now.”
He was almost too slow to dodge the well-aimed missile she threw at his head. He moved just in time, and his expensive bottle of cologne shattered into a thousand pieces against the headboard behind him.
Little shards of glass peppered his head and chest.
“Listen to me, Garrick. I will never be yours.Never. So I suggest you get that through that thick, brainless skull of yours.”
He sat up, shaking off the bits of glass. “What do you call this, then? I had you pretty good in his bed.”
“An itch.”She sneered. “You will always be a good f**k, Garrick, but never anything else.” With that, she yanked open his bedroom door and stormed out, slamming the door shut behind her.
While the echo of the slamming door reverberated around him, Garrick rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed. He swept at the pieces of glass in his hair and was nicked by a shard on his temple. Olivia reminded him of the tiny pieces of glass spread all over his bed. They seemed completely harmless, until handled wrong. Then the pain was sharp and immediate.
He knew he had made a huge mistake with her. Out of a need to protect her, he had pushed her away.
The anger she harbored was unmistakable. Even while she’d writhed under him in extreme sexual pleasure, he’d still felt the waves of fury rolling off of her. If he was going to win her back, he needed to be patient and gentle.
And if that didn’t work ... he’d throw her over his shoulder and cart her off somewhere private where they could finally have it out. He just feared the outcome might not be the one he wished for.
Chapter Six
Olivia’s car screeched to a stop in her driveway. She’d driven like a fool all the way home, but anger still flowed dangerously high through her. She turned off the engine and opened the door. Stepping out, she slammed it shut behind her, pressing the remote lock as she did. She stormed up her sidewalk but paused on the stoop.
Someone was here.
Turning quickly, she crouched down to all fours and leapt into the air. She landed squarely on male shoulders and pushed him to the ground. She growled low in her throat as she bared her teeth to her assailant.
“Whoa, Olivia.It’s Fisher. Back down.”
Reining in the fresh surge of adrenaline, Olivia jumped off his back. She stood over him, too pumped to offer her hand to help him up. He had invaded her territory without asking.