Oh. My. God. Olivia was starting to wonder if too much pleasure could be lethal.
She tilted her head again, moaning as his open mouth landed on the place where her neck and shoulder met. His tongue darted out, and he licked her there before gently nibbling the delicate skin.
Olivia gasped, and felt his lips curve against her soft skin. Damn him. He knew he was teasing her, and she was incapable of hiding just how much she was enjoying it.
Reaching up, her fingers pulled on his hair. Even from behind the denim barrier of his jeans, Olivia could feel his cock twitch against her belly. His body’s reaction to her was intoxicating, causing her sex to clench with anticipation.
“W-what about the food?” she murmured, eyeing the stove. She smiled when she saw the burners already turned off.
Jake lifted his head, his lips barely brushing her ear as he spoke.
“The food can wait, baby.” He took her small lobe gently between his teeth. “I can’t.”
His words demolished her control. Olivia attacked with vigor, her mouth slamming roughly into his. Their tongues collided, twisting and thrusting violently.
Olivia was wild and crazy, and within seconds, they were in her living room, a trail of clothing scattered on the floor behind them. Thank God, she didn’t have neighbors.
Standing in front of Jake, his back to her couch, Olivia used both hands to push against him. He could have easily stood his ground, but he let her take the lead and allowed his body to fall back.
A naked woman on a mission, Olivia quickly straddled him, lifting herself up just enough to be able to wrap her hands around his throbbing shaft. She started to position him at her entrance and then...
“Wait!”
That one word stopped her cold. Olivia looked down Jake, wondering why he was putting a halt to things.
“Condom,” he ground out.
Oh. That.
“I’m on the pill,” she blurted, more than ready to get the show on the road. “I, uh, got on it shortly after we got back. I was thinking that if we...well, anyway. I’ve been on it for almost two months, and I haven’t been with anyone besides you in over two years. We all had to be tested before we left for Toamasina, so I know I’m clean.”
His cock got impossibly harder in her hands. Excitement filled his eyes, and Jake looked up at her like a kid who’d just been offered his favorite toy.
“Homeland makes us test every six months. I hadn’t been with anyone else for a long time before you, and there’s been no one since. I swear on my life, I’m clean Olivia.”
Smiling back at him, Olivia repositioned the head and sank down slowly. Very. Slowly.
****
“Ah, fuck,” Jake croaked out as his dick slid into Olivia’s tight sheath.
He knew his voice sounded strangled but shit. It was a wonder he could talk at all. He was just damn lucky he didn’t lose it the second she filled herself with him.
Jake had never been this quick on the draw, but like everything else with her, sex with Liv was different. He’d also never ridden bareback, and holy fuck, it felt amazing.
She was hot and wet, her slick inner muscles squeezing him like a goddamn vice. He’d never been so turned on in his life. Even now, after having just gotten inside her, he was having a hell of a time not coming.
Then...she moved.
Determined to avoid complete and total embarrassment, Jake squeezed her hips, holding her still.
“Don’t.”
The order was gruff, his grip tight enough he’d probably leave bruises. His heart rate picked up.
He’d been so outraged at the ones that bastard, Cetro, had left on her before, but the thought of his hands marking Olivia as reminder of their shared passion...as wrong as it was, the thought filled Jake with a primal, male satisfaction that was better than any adrenaline rush he’d ever had.
What could he say? When it came to Liv, he was a total Neanderthal. And she was his vixen.
Ignoring his warning, Olivia shifted her hips again. His grip on her bare skin tightened and—thank Christ—she stopped.
“Sweetheart, if you move so much as a centimeter, I’m done for.”
Olivia smiled in a way he’d never seen before, yet he knew exactly what that smile meant. Power. Right now, she held it all, and the little wench knew it.
She was on his lap, completely naked, with his bare, aching cock snuggled tightly inside her. Her hair was wild, her cheeks flushed, and her hard-as-nails nipples were right there for the taking.
Jake wanted nothing more than to lean forward and take one into his mouth. To flick it with his tongue while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, but he didn’t dare. If he gave in to that urge, she would start moving again, and it would be game over.
The only parts moving now were their chests as air travelled in and out of their lungs. Jake’s eyes never left hers. They were frozen, connected not only physically, but also on an emotional level deeper than Jake even knew existed.
It was the most intimate experience of his life. Jake’s lips parted, and he was on the verge of confessing how he truly felt about her when Olivia broke the ribbon of intensity.
“What’s the matter, Boss Man,” she teased. “Can’t handle me?”
Slowly and deliberately, Olivia rolled her hips forward. All thoughts of talking ceased.
Jake squeezed his eyes shut as that familiar tingling hit his lower back. His balls became so tight, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they crawled right back up inside him. He groaned and dug his fingers a little deeper.
When he opened his eyes again, that smug smile was still there. He needed to take control of the situation...now, before it was too late.
Hold on, sweetheart. Two can play at that game.
Without warning, Jake lifted her up and off him, breaking their connection completely. She let out a little yelp as he flung her around so that she was now lying on
