Bad Intentions by Tara Wyatt
12
Still completely naked, Olivia padded from her bedroom to her kitchen to retrieve the two bottles of water she’d taken out of the fridge over an hour ago. Her entire body felt boneless, completely relaxed, every ounce of tension gone. Then again, she’d come four times—five, if you counted the orgasm she’d given herself in the car earlier—so it was a miracle she was even able to walk.
As she stepped into the kitchen, she pressed her hands to her cheeks, smiling so big it almost hurt. She felt as though she were floating, walking on air. Was this real?
Please, God, let this be real.
He loved her. He actually loved her, and he wasn’t letting her go. At least, that’s what he’d said in the heat of the moment. A tendril of fear curled its way around her heart as she replayed everything he’d said, because she knew that guys said stuff during sex that they didn’t necessarily mean. Granted, Lucian was very, very different from any guy she’d been with before…She knew what she wanted. But she wasn’t entirely sure what to think, given their history. Obviously they needed to debrief.
She grabbed the bottles of water from the island where they’d left them, a little shiver coursing through her at the sight of Lucian’s gun on the counter. For a little while, she’d forgotten all about Massimo and the danger he presented, but everything came rushing back, making her long for the safety and shelter of Lucian’s body. Waters in hand, she headed back to her bedroom.
Her heart caught in her throat at the sight of Lucian sprawled on her bed, one arm casually propped behind his head, his gorgeous body completely on display. She’d known he was strong and fit, but she’d been completely unprepared for what she’d found beneath his clothes. Broad shoulders, arms roped with hard muscle, and a drool worthy torso delineated with defined pecs and rock-hard abs. He even had those delicious cut lines along his hips—lines she intended to trace with her tongue in the very near future. His impressive cock lay across his thigh, still half hard. God, that cock. Long and thick and perfect. Gorgeous and made for her, just like the rest of him.
He was a fucking Adonis. And he was hers. She hoped.
As she handed him the water, her gaze moved from his body to the wall behind her bed. Her eyes widened and then she pressed her fingers to her lips and started to laugh.
He arched one eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t move, apparently feeling as relaxed and boneless as she did. “What?”
She gestured to the wall behind him. “We put a hole in the wall.”
At that, he sat up and glanced behind him, taking in the square hole where the corner of her headboard had smashed through the drywall. When he turned back to face her, the skin around his eyes was crinkled, a wide smile on his face as he chuckled.
“We fucked a hole into the wall,” she said, sitting down on the bed beside him and then chugging some of her water. They both laughed again and then he pulled her into his arms, settling her on his chest. God, it felt good to lie with him like that, his heart thumping steadily against her cheek. Unable to help herself, she crawled her fingers across his abs, exploring the dips and valleys that she wanted to memorize. It still felt a little surreal, getting to touch him like this after so long.
She raked her fingers through the thatch of dark hair at the base of his cock, tracing the little happy trail that led to his navel and back down again. Every single thing about him was perfect. Better than she ever could’ve imagined. Turning her face into his chest, she bit playfully at his nipple, excitement rippling through her at the soft groan he let out.
“So, when can we do that again, old man?” she asked, pushing up to meet his eyes. “Next week?” Heat and humor sparked in his eyes, and she grinned. She’d never get enough of teasing him and pushing his buttons.
“Next week,” he growled and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. “Fuck that. Give me an hour. I’m old, not dead.”
She kissed him, a soft, lingering kiss. Because she wanted to. Because she could. His hands stroked slowly up and down her back, the caress sweet and gentle, completely unhurried.
“So,” she asked a few moments later, pushing through the doubt and hesitation clinging to her. “What happens now?”
He wove his fingers into her hair, his thumb feathering over her cheekbone. “You’ll come stay with me. It’s not safe for you here, alone.”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes briefly, savoring the feel of his skin against hers, his hands on her, the scent of their sex filling the air. “No, I meant…” She swallowed. “With us.”
“I meant what I said, sweetheart. Every single word.” He dipped his head and started kissing his way down her neck. “I meant it when I said that you’re mine. I meant it when I said that I’ll protect you. I meant it when I said that I’m in love with you.”
Happiness lit her up from the inside, making her feel like she was glowing, floating like an ember on the wind. “So we’re…” She bit back a moan as he scraped his teeth over her earlobe. “We’re together now.”
He lifted his head and grinned at her. “Do I need to fuck another hole into your wall to show you what ‘you’re mine’ means?” He kissed her, his mouth warm and firm against hers. “I might’ve just started a mob war, so I’m damn well going to keep the girl I started it for.”
She pulled back a little, her eyebrows inching up her forehead as a shiver worked its way through her. “A mob war?”
“I’ll explain everything when we get to my place.” He gave her ass a smack that was intended to be playful but had her moaning as heat pulsed through her core. His eyes darkened slightly and he squeezed the flesh he’d just smacked. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you sweetheart?”
She nodded. “I like everything you do to me.”
He kissed her again, hotter and deeper this time and she ground herself on his cock, which was already hardening again. So much for needing an hour.
He brought his hand down on her ass again, harder this time, and she gasped and shuddered, her pussy clenching as heat poured through her. He smacked her other cheek, the stinging heat burning through her and melting into something hot and delicious that made her clit throb. Swiveling her hips, she rubbed herself up and down the length of his cock, the friction of it driving her wild.
“Let’s see how pretty this ass looks when it’s nice and pink,” he said, that sandpapery tone back in his voice that made her squirm. Before she could respond, he lifted her and laid her across his lap, her ass in the air and his cock pressing into her hip. He smoothed his hands over her stinging cheeks, massaging them and pulling them apart. She moaned when she felt his thumb trace over her tight hole, caressing between her cheeks.
“Has anyone ever had you here, Liv?” he asked, his voice low and guttural. He pressed just the tiniest bit on the sensitive entrance and she moaned, shaking her head.
“No. I’ve never had anal sex with anyone.”
He let out a low, approving groan. “This is mine, too, then.” He circled her entrance with the pad of his thumb again. “And based on the way your pussy is dripping right now, I think you like that idea.”
She nodded, but before she could say anything else, he brought his hand down on her cheek again, the hardest one yet. Her cry dissolved into a moan, her hips writhing. He gave her a few more hard smacks, each one making her feel as though she were melting, then rubbed his hands over her ass cheeks.
“Let’s see how much you’re enjoying this,” he said, and then slid two fingers inside her, his thumb going to her clit. She could both hear and feel how wet she was as he worked his fingers in and out of her, yet another orgasm shimmering on the horizon. He slicked some of her wetness up to her asshole and started massaging there, not pressing in, just adding enough pressure that it felt like her nerve endings were on fire in the best possible way. He slid his fingers back inside her and she clenched around them. He rewarded her with another hard smack.
“Fuck!” she cried out, a strangled moan bursting out of her as pleasure coiled hot and tight in her belly. He smacked her ass again and then dropped his fingers to her pulsing clit, rubbing in a tight circle. Her muscles went taut as the pressure building inside her became too much, and she let go. She came, long and hard, her orgasm pulsing through her as she squirmed on his lap. He held her in place, his fingers still circling her clit, only slowing gradually as he wrung out every last drop of pleasure from her. She collapsed, breathing hard, her entire body tingling, her pussy feeling swollen and achy from how many times she’d come. Her ass stung, but it was a pleasurable ache, one that sent more heat right to her core. He gently smoothed his hands over her ass, a low, approving rumble coming from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Does it look as pretty as you’d hoped?” she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder. His eyes were molten as he squeezed her stinging cheeks, his cock hard and insistent against her hip.
“Even prettier.” He dragged the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin and she hissed as her clit pulsed in response. Slowly, she climbed off his lap, but instead of sitting up, she moved down the bed and settled herself between his spread legs. His cock was hard and thick, jutting out from his stomach and begging for her mouth.
“Your turn,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into the seam of his thigh. He let out a strangled sound, his hips shifting on the mattress. As powerful as his hold was over her, she loved knowing that she affected him just as much.
She curled her fingers around the base of his cock and then swirled her tongue around the thick head, lapping up the beaded moisture at the tip. She moaned at the taste of him, wrapping her lips around the head, her tongue sliding over and around him.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” he growled, threading his hand in her hair. He exhaled sharply as she dragged her lips down the length of him. “I’ve imagined your mouth on me so many times.”
She licked up his shaft and then slid the head of his cock between her lips again, working him with her tongue. Exhaling, she took him deep and then slowly released him. When she looked up at him, his features were tense, his lips parted as he watched, looking completely enthralled at the sight of her sucking his cock.
“Me too,” she said, then sucked him deep again, not releasing him this time but establishing a slow, steady rhythm, stroking him in time with each sweep of her mouth up and down his length. He let out a deep groan that she felt in her stomach, and she could taste his excitement. If she hadn’t already come six times over the past couple of hours, her fingers would’ve been between her legs because wrapping her lips around him and sucking him deep was something she’d fantasized about for years.
“Holy shit,” he ground out, his fingers tightening in her hair as she picked up speed, sliding her mouth up and down his gorgeous cock, flicking her tongue around the thick head. She released him and stroked him several times, pressing open mouthed kisses to his head. She alternated between sucking him deep and licking all over him, kissing and sucking, dragging her mouth across the velvety skin of his cock until his hips moved restlessly on the bed, his fingers almost painfully tight in her hair.
“I want to taste you,” she breathed, taking him back into her mouth as deep as she could, almost to her throat. He was so big that her jaw was starting to hurt, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was making him come. Making him feel as good as he’d made her feel.
“Fuck, Liv. You’re gonna make me come, sweetheart.” He pumped his hips up, forcing her to take even more of him. “Gonna come in that pretty mouth.” His ragged breaths and harsh groans filled the room as she sucked him eagerly, losing herself to the moment, to something she’d wanted for years. “Shit, Olivia,” he rasped out, thrusting up into her mouth once more before the first hot spurt hit her tongue. She moaned and kept going, his cock jerking in her mouth as he came, a deep, mangled groan rumbling from him. With another moan, she swallowed down everything he gave her and then slowly released him, teasing him with little licks and kisses around his head, not quite ready to let him go.
He reached for her, hauling her up his body and settling on her lap again, where he buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking the skin there. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access.
“That was incredible,” he murmured against her skin, making her glow from the inside out. “You’re incredible.”
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she sighed, closing her eyes as he kissed his way from her neck down to her breasts. He gently sucked on one nipple and then groaned, pulling away.
“We really do have to go, sweetheart. We can’t stay here.”
She nodded, nuzzling her face into his neck, inhaling his scent into her lungs. “I know. I know. I just can’t seem to pry myself away from you.”
He groaned and slid a hand down her spine and to her ass, caressing her sensitive skin. She whimpered, fresh arousal charging through her at the stinging sensation that quickly melted into hot throbs she felt deep in her core.
“And I promised you an explanation.”
She lifted her head at that, his words cooling her raging hormones the tiniest bit. “Right. The mob war you might’ve started. Even though you’re not in the mob.”
“Like I said, an explanation is in order. So pack your things. Enough for a week or two, just to be safe. And then we’ll go.” She nodded and reluctantly climbed off him, heading into her bathroom to freshen up and begin gathering her things.
She didn’t understand everything that was happening, but she trusted Lucian to keep her safe.
She trusted him with her life.
