Page 58 of Between Desire and Denial
I slid another finger in, and her hips bore down as her hands went into her curls and she arched her back. Damn. She was beautiful when she came undone.
“It’s so good, Dimitri.” Her breath caught on my name, and I tried to catalog the sound of it. “So, so, so good.”
“I should be doing this to you every single night I feel you against me. When you tuck in so close to me. You want it, don’t you?” I wanted her to admit it. Because every morning I felt herjump away from me out of bed and then I had to lay there and will myself not to go after her.
“I want you, yes.”
“Onlyme.” I curled my fingers in her so I could pump the spot I knew was most sensitive, and her whole body tensed as she gasped and moaned my name. “You see, Olive, it’sonlyme who can make you come like this.”
“Yes, only you,” she chanted it like she believed it. “Jesus—”
“No, baby. Me. Not a man on an app and not Jesus. I’m your almighty now. You praiseme.”
She whimpered as I tapped her G-spot over and over, and she milked out the last of her orgasm. I watched how her tits bounced with her movements, how her plump lips formed an O, how her eyes locked on mine as I held hers. She was at my mercy, and I was officially fully invested.
I was going to do most everything in my power to keep her. Yet, if I fucked her senseless while she looked at other guys on dating apps, I had a feeling things would get murky.
It was the first time in my life I was nervous about the risk I was taking, the first time I wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to enjoy the dance.
She needed to feel as obsessed as I did. She had to want this too. I had to make her understand that being just my damn friend wasn’t enough.
The question was whether or not she would think so. Olive had the ability to break my heart and destroy me now. It would be her choice in the end even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to let her choose.
Chapter Twenty
OLIVE
He slidhis fingers out of me, and I spread my legs because I was more ready than ever for his cock. He was by far the biggest man I’d taken, and I wanted to feel him again, I wanted him to slide into me and fill me the way he had before. I craved him now, my pussy practically convulsed at feeling the emptiness his hand left.
Yet, he simply stared at me with those green eyes and placed his three fingers that had been in me into his mouth. He sucked them dry before saying, “Such a sweet pretty little pussy you have there,friend.”
His voice delivered even the filthiest of comments in such a smooth and erotic way, it didn’t register at first what he was saying. When it did though, my stomach flipped in revolt. Were we still just friends after that?
He squeezed my leg as if he was trying to be soothing as he continued. “I hope you make sure to hold those guys on that app to this standard. You deserve it.”
I felt my whole body flare with embarrassment. Was this a brush-off now? Was I someone he was simply having fun with? If so, then he could finish what he started. I expected him tolower his shorts and position himself over me, but he actually moved back to his side of the bed and laid his head down on his pillow by my feet.
“What are you doing?” I blurted out, shooting up from the blankets.
“Going to bed.”
“What? Why?” I frowned at him as he turned onto his side and stared at me. “Aren’t we going to… you know?”
“I know what?” I heard the mirth in his voice.
“Well, I just figured you’d want to do stuff for yourself after…” I couldn’t bring myself to say more, so I let the silence stretch between us until he spoke up.
“No. If we’re just friends, let’s call it a night. I have meetings in the morning.”
I wanted to scream at him. This wasn’t how this was supposed to end. He was supposed to bang me against his headboard and tell me I was the best he ever had. Then, we would go to sleep and deal with the consequences later.
I took a deep breath and tried not to care.
Maybe he had someone else in a different place that he did that with. My stomach truly rolled then, and it felt like food curdled inside it too. At least here I wasn’t being led to believe there was something more between us. “Right. Of course. I get it.”
“Get what?”
“Well, I know that you have women I’m sure you meet when you’re traveling.” Saying it out loud made total and complete sense, but my stomach twisted in knots. “You’ll leave again soon. So, actually, well, thanks for even doing that with me,” I grumbled in embarrassment.
