A Tragic Wreck
Page 63

 T.K. Leigh

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Alexander reached around her with his other hand, pinching her nipple. “Oh, really?”
“Fuck,” Olivia screamed out, her orgasm catching her by surprise.
“That’s it, love. Give it to me,” Alexander growled and Olivia fell apart, the orgasm never seeming to end. He continued his relentless rhythm and, within moments, pushed into Olivia one last time, shouting her name in total ecstasy.
It took several moments for their breathing to return to normal, Alexander clutching onto Olivia’s hips as he slowly came down from his orgasm. He gradually pulled out of her and helped her put her pants back on before attending to himself.
Picking her up, he walked over to the kitchen as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He set her down on the kitchen island and kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue. “Well, I’m glad we’ve settled that,” he said, pulling away and heading in the direction of the staircase.
“What’s that?!” she shouted back.
“You definitely don’t only come when you’re on top.” He winked as he disappeared up the stairs to shower before dinner.
After running down the hall to the bathroom to clean up, Olivia returned to put the finishing touches on their risotto, an infectious grin on her face as she thought about the feel of Alexander’s body as it moved on top of and behind her. Would she ever get tired of that man? She highly doubted it.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize when Alexander approached behind her as she stood stirring the risotto, making sure the texture was perfect.
“I’m sorry I worried you before. The last thing I ever want to do is give you a reason to worry about me.” He turned her around and stared into her big brown eyes. “From now on, I’ll make sure I always have my cell on me, just in case. I’m so sorry, Olivia.”
He pulled her into a tight embrace. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Running her hands up and down his muscled back, she felt a familiar throbbing sensation between her legs. Just one touch made her body come alive.
Wanting to forget about how wrecked her nerves were for that half-hour, she simply nodded. “It’s okay. I know it’s stupid.”
Pulling out of the embrace, Alexander looked at her face, her features so soft. There was such a strong resemblance to her mother. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself. “No, Olivia. It’s not okay. I gave you a reason to doubt me. I made you panic and I hate that.”
Olivia cocked her eyebrows, looking at him with a questioning look on her face. How did he know?
“The bottle of pinot on the counter is half gone. And the corkscrew still out with the cork on it indicates you just opened it. Anyway, it’s not important.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Now, feed me dinner, wench.” He slapped her ass playfully. She loved that side of him. It wasn’t often that the playful side emerged, but when it did, she couldn’t help but feel a warmth oozing through her entire body.
THAT EVENING, OLIVIA STAYED in, deciding to forego playing with the band, trying to rest up for the following day. After dinner, she relaxed on the couch with Alexander. As she lay on her back, propping her feet up on his lap, she did some reading. Occasionally, she would gaze at him as he reviewed case files, wondering how she got so lucky to have him in her life.
As he turned a page in the document that he was reviewing, his muscles flexed, bulging the arms of his tight gray shirt. She couldn’t help but smile and stare at him over her e-reader, blushing when she remembered what they had done on that very couch earlier, her eyes now shifting down to the jeans that fell so nicely from his hips.
“Can I help you with something, Miss Adler?” he asked, lowering his dark-framed reading glasses.
Fuck… Those are hot!
“No. Just enjoying the view,” she smirked, licking her lips.
“Really? And how is the view?” His voice was sweet with a hint of humor.
“Slightly obstructed,” she giggled, the effects of the wine coming through.
Alexander put the file he was reviewing on the coffee table. “How is that? Anything we can do to fix that?” His voice changed from playful to serious and sensual.
She gazed into his eyes and simply nodded.
“What do you want, Olivia?”
“You. Naked.” She secretly loved it when he asked her what she wanted. It almost gave her a feeling of control but, deep down, she was well aware that when it came to Alexander, she had no control over what that man did to her.
Alexander stood up, taking off his glasses.
“No. Leave the glasses on,” Olivia said, her breathing growing heavy.
He smiled. “Anything I can do to make you happy.” Placing the glasses back on his face, he stripped off his shirt and jeans, standing inches in front of where Olivia sat on the couch, his erection in front of her face.
“Is this less obstructed, darling?” He looked down at her, her eyes wide.
She nodded, speechless. After nearly eight months, he could still take away her ability to form thoughts.
“Suck, Olivia.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She willingly obeyed.
Wetting her lips, she opened her mouth and took him in, licking as she went. He thrust into her mouth, placing his hands on top of her head, guiding her. She picked up the pace, desperately wanting to taste him. Alexander moaned in pleasure when she gently bared her teeth every so often.
“God, I love it when you suck my cock, Olivia,” he said, his breathing becoming labored as he drove faster and faster. “Do you like my cock in your mouth?”
She moaned, her tongue tracing his length as he pushed further and further into her mouth.
He looked down at her as she continued to keep rhythm with him. “Look at me, Olivia.” He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, her eyes wide, unable to avoid his own blazing stare. “Why are you always so difficult? Just tell me you love sucking my cock.”
Her heart raced at his words. Something about the dominant side of Alexander turned her on more than anything, but she liked making him work for it a little. It made her body flame even more because, when she didn’t immediately obey, he became rough, and she liked it that way.
Pulling back, she stared into his eyes. “Yes, Mr. Burnham. I love sucking your cock,” she said sweetly, her soft voice making Alexander twitch with longing.
“Good. Now suck, Olivia. I want to come in your mouth.”
She smiled before wrapping her lips around him. He moaned out as she picked up the pace, taking his large erection in her mouth. She grabbed him underneath and started to caress him, sending him over the edge. He emptied into her mouth, breathing her name as he finished. Olivia reveled in the taste of him as he ejaculated, smiling that she could do that for him.