Page 86 of Fielder's Choice

Olive’s breath catches in her throat, and electricity courses all through me. And since she’s not flinching away from my touch, I allow myself to lean into it, splaying my hand over her skin and letting my thumb lightly tease the inside of her thigh.

“Lane…” Her voice comes out as a needy whisper.Fuck,she’s turned on right now, isn’t she?

“Have you been practicing what I taught you last week, baby?” My lips ghost over hers, my voice rough and demanding.

“Yes,” she rasps, not taking her eyes off mine. “Every day.”

“Good fucking girl,” I growl, nipping her bottom lip. “How many orgasms, Olive? How many times have you gotten yourself off using what I taught you?”

“I didn’t keep count,” she breathes. “But it’s worked every time.”

I groan. “Did you call out my name again when you came? God, you’re so fucking pretty when you come.”

Her breathing is heavy as I slowly slide my hand up her thigh. “Yes,” she replies, “because I was thinking about you.”

“Thinking about me, huh?” I smirk, pride washing over me. “What about me?”

Olive lowers her voice now, whispering, “I was imagining it was you instead.”

I didnotexpect that.

I look at her with wide eyes. “You imagined that it was my hand instead of yours?” She nods softly while biting her lip, and every bit of desire I have for her rears up to the surface. I brush my lips over the shell of her ear, and I feel the shiver run down her body. “And in your imagination, did it feel good when I slid my fingers into your pussy? Did it feel good to come all over my hand as you cried out my name?”

“Yes,” she moans, and I grow even harder. I haven’t unleashed this side of myself in years, and it’s hot as fuck that innocent little Olive seems to enjoy some dirty talk.

“Happy to help then,” I smile deviously, tightening my grip on her thigh.

“Maybe you should really help me,” she teases. “Show me how it would really feel.”

I stare at her, mouth agape. “Olive… how much have you had to drink tonight?” There’s no way she’s sober right now. Not if she’s asking this.

“I haven’t had a drink since that amaretto sour, Lane.” She kisses me, and I can feel the heat behind her lips. “I’m not drunk. Barely even tipsy right now. I knowexactlywhat I’m asking you to do.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t think anything was going to move beyond me teaching you how to take care of yourself.”

“I want you to keep teaching me,” she says shyly, nervously. “I don’t want to be afraid of sex and intimacy anymore. Help me learn what I like and what I don’t. Teach me howyouwould take care of me.”

My mind is conflicted. The idea of sinking my fingers inside her has me ready to blow in my own pants, but is this what she actually wants? I don’t want her to feel like shehasto do this. I want this choice to be her own. She didn’t get the choice before.

“Olive,” I say gently. “There isn’t anything I want more right now than to make you come, but are you sure that’s what you want? It’s one thing to teach you how to do it yourself. It’s entirely different to havemetake care of you.”

“I know.” Her eyes are pleading with me to take her words as genuine. “And I want that. Lane, I really like you. Taking care of myself has been fine, but I want to know how it would feel when you’re doing it.”

“Fuck,”I groan, every bit of restraint I had snapping. “Then let me take care of you, baby. I can make you feel so good.”

Olive wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her from the counter and carry her to my bed. Once I lay her down on top ofit, I fix her dress, pulling it down her legs. I’m planning to take care of her, but I know she’ll be far more comfortable if she’s still dressed. She might be ready for me to give her an orgasm, but she’s not ready to completely bare herself to me. I don’t want to do anything that will make her uncomfortable.

She teases her tongue over my bottom lip, so I open and lean into her kiss. I’m not gentle this time. I’m rough and needy, owning her mouth as I roll myself on top of her, bracing my arms on either side of her shoulders.

“I’ve never been kissed like that,” Olive says, fighting for breath. “Oh my God.”

“You’re unleashing a side I’ve never shown you, baby. You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes,” she nods. “I want this, Lane. And I kind of want you to take your shirt off, too.”

I can’t help but smirk. “You want some eye candy, Livvy?” She blushes deeply as I undo the buttons of my shirt before sliding it off my shoulders, leaving me in just a pair of jeans. “I’ll never tell you no to that.”

I position myself beside her now, wrapping an arm under her and resting that hand on her side while my other hand starts slowly running up her thigh. I take my time, going slowly so she has time to change her mind if she doesn’t want to do this.

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