The answer is easy. Kissing her. I dive in, take her lower lip in between my teeth, and pull slowly.
“That,” I say, my voice filled with desire.
“Shit Oliver, you should have sung Head over Feet. That’s pretty much how I feel right now.” I would love to believe her but I know those are just words influenced by yearning. I’ve heard enough women thinking it could be love when in fact, it was the attention I was giving them they loved. Not that I wanted them to fall in love anyway.
“Let’s go, Murdock, you’re next.” The emcee announces. Tessa rolls her eyes and flips me the bird but doesn’t move an inch.
“Blue-hair, you’re up… or are you too chicken to sing after me?” The look of determination on her face makes me crinkle my nose with excitement. There is nothing better than a little competition, and even though I know I’ve already won tonight, seeing her jumping on stage and with no second thoughts then dive into Just the Way You Are—as out of tune as she can be—touches me more than I thought possible. Because, yes, with all her wounds, and all her issues, she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. And I know it isn’t my dick craving her when I say, I might be the one falling head over feet if I’m not careful.
I can already see myself chained to the bottom of her soul.
“So, not that bad, right?” Tessa asks, sliding back next to me.
“Well,” I wince, “you’re not a singer but I give you an A-plus for trying.” She puckers her lips, and I can’t help myself from rubbing them with my thumb. Her pout becomes a smile at my touch, and she opens her mouth for me to push my thumb inside of it. Slowly, her tongue licks the pad of my thumb while her lips wrap around my knuckle. I stir from my toes to my dick, everything in me telling me to fuck her here and now. I quickly glance around, making sure no one has their sights on us, then pull my thumb out, folding her lower lip and wetting her chin. My thumb continues its way to her neck and down to her cleavage. Once settled there, my hand slides in and grabs her left breast through her bra, kneading her hard. She whimpers at my touch, and I become gentler, brushing her skin before rolling her nipple.
“Oliver,” she moans while her head falls back. Offering her full throat to my lips, I suck on her like a vampire needs blood, with my erection as hard as a wooden stake. Pressing my hand on her thigh, I roll up the delicate fabric of her skirt and make my way to her core, my fingers tingling with anticipation of being coated by her juices. Pinching her nipple, I let my mouth follow the trail my thumb took before and wet her breast with my tongue while my hand plays with the elastic of what I hope is a thong. Grazing her lips, I force my mouth to abandon her breast and to swallow the moan I know she’ll give me as soon as my fingers caress her. The music of the karaoke is loud, but I won’t let another man hear the noises she can make while I fuck her. If giving her pleasure in public is a big turn on, having anyone else aware of what we’re doing is not an option. I won’t share Tessa with anyone.
I flick her clit and wrap my hand around the back of her neck at the same time that I kiss her, wanting her to abandon herself under my touch.
Faster, deeper, stronger, I go on until she falls apart. Sliding inside of her, so she clenches on something, I catch her with sweet kisses and a firm hand around her neck, making sure she knows, she’s in good hands. The beauty of her coming in my arms surpasses every piece of art I have ever laid eyes on. I slide her skirt down and kiss the corner of her mouth, thanking her for trusting me tonight.
“Let’s finish this at your motel,” she says in a husky voice when she can finally find her words. Throwing a stack of bills on the table for drinks we barely touched, I drag her out of the booth like a mad man on a mission. “Slow down,” Tessa adds out of breath.
Turning around, I grab her under her ass and lift her in my arms.
“Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck, Blue-hair. We’re walking, and we’re walking fast.”
“Don’t be crazy. Let’s take an Uber,” she protests, wiggling around.
“No way, Tessa. If we get into a car together, I’ll fuck you right there in front of the driver. I need to be inside you like a dying man needs his last breath, so hang on to me baby girl, because we’re walking and once in my motel, I’ll fuck you like you never were fucked before.”
She takes the lobe of my ear between her teeth and nibbles at it, before her lips come closer and, in a whisper, she says, “so run Oliver, run and fuck me as no one has before.” And so I do.
Chapter Twenty-One
TESSA
“I found a trail,” Oliver exclaims, his eyes filled with desire when they fall on me. We’ve had a couple of great days, followed up by spending our nights together at his motel. It feels like I’m taking mini vacations from my daily life and I love every second of it. Every minute spent with Oliver is a cyclone of affection.
I feel like the yellow face emoji with the three little hearts at all times.
Orgasm glasses and all.
The moment Mark told me I should sit in that meeting, I knew Oliver had found something. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Even
