Page 27 of Reckless Intentions
Chapter Fourteen
“We really should think about going to work.”
It was hard to concentrate while Brody’s fingers manipulated Olivia’s nipples to attention. His other hand was sneaking between her legs.
They had spent almost every moment together the past three days, either at The Roca Bar working, exploring the island on Brody’s bike, or at one of their apartments exploring each other. It had been the best week Olivia had ever had.
“Really? Who’s going to tell the boss if we’re late? We are the boss, remember.” Brody placed his hands either side of her face and kissed her, his tongue hungrily probing between her lips. He drew back for a moment. “Come on, live a little.”
Olivia felt as if she’d been living a lot. She had discarded the shackles of responsibility that determined her life in North Ridge and taken things one day at a time. The more time she spent with Brody, the more she liked him, despite initially thinking he was an arrogant, sexist pig who only shagged around with soon-to-be married women. He made her feel alive, free from obligation. Despite all that, she hadn’t gleaned a lot more about him as a person. He’d made few references to his own life in the UK, other than travelling all over for work. There hadn’t been any mention of previous girlfriends. Given his shenanigans with Valentina, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
The sudden withdrawal of his touch left her bereft. She loved the way he touched her, his caresses borderline rough. Everything he did was geared to giving her pleasure.
While she tried not to, she couldn’t help comparing him to Nic. It was such a different relationship. When she wasn’t with Brody, she was constantly thinking about him, diving for her phone whenever she heard a message, in case it was from him. And she wasn’t usually disappointed. Some of his messages were downright dirty. Particularly the ones he sent from work when they weren’t together, which detailed exactly what he would do to her if he were there. She had climaxed on her own imagining one of the scenarios.
Brody threw back the sheet and made as if to get up. “You’re right, we should make a move.”
Olivia’s attention was drawn to his cock, rock hard and ready for her. “Really? You don’t want to do something about that?” She raised her eyebrows at him.
“Oh, well, I guess we could…”
She got onto her knees and pushed Brody back down onto the bed, nestling in the space between his legs. With one hand, she gripped his shaft and bent down to take him in her mouth. At first, her tongue ran up and down the length of him, teasing his crown until she sensed him holding his breath. Olivia repeated the motion, pumping him until she saw the pearl of pre-cum form, then leaned over again.
“Jesus, Olivia, what are you doing to me?” He fisted her hair, controlling her next movements and when she thought she might not be able to take any more of his cock, he came, thrusting into her mouth, before collapsing onto the mattress.
While he recovered, she grabbed a tissue and discreetly spat into it. She lay down beside him, propping herself up on one elbow. “You ready to get up now?”
Brody growled. “You think you’re getting away that easily?” He shifted so he was kneeling over her. His fingernail trailed lightly across her clit and her whole body snapped to attention.
He bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, all the while keeping up the infinitesimal stroking of her most sensitive part. He sucked and nipped, teasing it almost until the point of pain. She gripped the headboard, wriggling her hips, trying to get away from Brody’s caress, feeling herself growing wet the more he continued. He switched his attention to the other nipple, his other hand sliding away from her clit to pinch the swollen bud he had teased to arousal. She felt the blood rush to them, her chest on fire. Her nails dug into her palms as she squirmed around beneath him, lifting her hips up, wanting something inside her: his fingers, his cock, her own fingers, anything to fill the aching void between her legs.
“Brody, please! I need to come!” Her hands slid down her body, but Brody caught her wrists, pinning them back above her head. She began to struggle, then felt his cock slide in, forcing deeper and deeper. He plunged into her, then withdrew, keeping up a strong, relentless rhythm, his green eyes almost black from lust, as he watched her every move.
The orgasm hit her hard, causing her to scream. “Fuck, Brody! Fuck, that’s incredible!”
He lunged one last time, his own peak hitting almost immediately after hers, grunting as he came.
Olivia’s breath came in short gasps at the intensity of her climax. Nic had never made her feel like that. Brody turned to face her, and gently kissed her lips.
“I could get used to starting the morning like that.”
“Me too.” Olivia smiled as Brody’s fingers brushed her cheek. “But I’ll be going home soon.” Her face fell.
“Maybe we can continue the holiday romance when I come over to the UK?”
The description of their relationship as a holiday romance plunged Olivia’s mood into darkness. Even though she tried to think of it as a fling, she really wanted to know what happened next. Whether there was a future for them together after Mallorca.
Brody kissed her shoulder. “I should get going. There’s a delivery later and I really need to be there for it. I’ll grab a shower first.”
She watched as Brody’s naked body retreated into the bathroom. She sank back into the pillows, pulling the sheet around her, the post-coital glow disappearing with every second that passed. Perhaps she had over-estimated his feelings for her, and he really didn’t see her as anything more than a fling. After all, she probably couldn’t compete with Valentina.
