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“I’ll be here when you catch up, Olivia." We lay back, full of contentment and ready to devour each other for the week.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Tomas
Thistripmightbefor Olivia’s birthday, but she’s not the only one whose wishes are coming true. The next morning gives me the Sunday morning I’ve been longing for since I dreamt of it months ago in my office. There’s a fresh five inches of snow on the ground. I load fresh wood into the fireplace before going back to my task at hand: brunch. Olivia is still peacefully sleeping, which is perfect to distract her from the fact that I’m making enough food for a small army.
Matt has already texted, saying the snow had delayed them marginally, but that they expect to be here within the hour. Brayden and Tim are also en route. I’ve also invited Brent after hearing about how fond Olivia is of him. The fridge and pantry are stocked. The guest rooms are made. I’m so excited for our group to let loose and relax for the week. I turn around after flipping the pancakes to meet a groggy Olivia. She rubs her eyes and blinks.
“Why are you making enough food to feed the population of Bennington University?”
I shrug as nonchalantly as I can manage. “I figure we’ll eat it all week. Less cooking.” She eyes me suspiciously, but seems to accept the response as she steals a piece of bacon and a piece of sausage.
“Is that okay with you, my little carnivore?” She gives me a small laugh. “Yeah, I guess.” I take a sip of coffee. “Do you have anything bigger than this sausage?” She bites the one she’s holding ravenously. I almost spit coffee back into my mug, but manage to swallow it and cough through my laugh instead.
“As a matter of fact, I do.” Her eyes drift to my pelvis, and I feel the same rush of excitement that I always do. She casts the food in her hand aside and is instantly on me. Her mouth is minty and smoky from her toothpaste and the bacon. I lift her into my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist, moaning into my mouth. I carry her to the other side of the living room and set her ass down on the pool table.
“I had a dream about fucking you on this after the last time we were here,” I rasp between our tongues dancing. My mouth snakes down her body, taking a scenic route to that needy spot between her legs. I wedge the palm of my hand between her thighs. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me already, Olivia.” She whimpers, desperate for the friction. My tongue finds her clit, the tip of my tongue light to drive her crazy. She fists the back of my hair, pushing me into her. Her need sets me ablaze. I stroke myself through my joggers as I give her more pressure, licking, sucking and nipping like she was my last meal.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She grips my shoulder, grazing my neck, and I don’t bother telling her I’m still a little sore. My stitches dissolved weeks ago, but the spot is still tender. She arches back as she comes against my tongue. I groan at the taste of her. She’s so fucking sweet. She hops off the pool table and turns around. Her tits are draped against the fabric and she grips the side for leverage.
I pull my cock out and line it up with her entrance. I grind it against her clit several times and she arches against me. I fist her curls and thrust into the hilt. She gives a violent noise somewhere between a sob and a gasp, and I feel her sweet cunt already spasming around my cock. “Do you have another one for me, Olivia? Consider it extra credit.”
She moans as I wrap my other arm around her neck. We’re flush and this feels so carnal, so raw that I nearly explode in her pussy already. “Oh, professor,” she breathes against me, playing the little game I started.
“Do you get off knowing you do this to me, Olivia? That you could bring me to my knees in front of a room full of your peers?” She’s gripping me so hard, pushing back into me so frantically.
“You know it does,” she rasps between moans.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful, taking every inch of my cock. I love fucking your pussy so much.” I can feel her shattering on my cock. She writhes against me and I grip her tighter. She’s not going anywhere.
“Where do you want my cum, Olivia?”
“Inside of me, please.” She moans as I bury myself in her. My breaths are shallow. I collapse against her shoulder, planting a few soft kisses. I pull out and she leans against the pool table, spent. Her thighs glisten with my cum, dripping slowly down her thighs. I rub her pussy and bring my fingers to her lips. She sucks the taste off of her and moans.
The front door opens with a creak. Mia yells triumphantly. “Fucking finally!” I shield Olivia from view as the pair of us fix ourselves. The entire crew arrives, all eyes on us as they try not to laugh.
“It’s about time somebody walked in on you, Olivia,” Mia taunts. I lead the pair of us to the shower and tell everyone to make themselves comfortable.
“Surprise!” Olivia looks so happy she could cry.
The week passes at lightning speed. We eat. We ski. Olivia and I make love everywhere we can. While it hasn’t been confirmed, we suspect something happens with Matt, Mia, and Alexandria. They blush at each other from across the room. It’s obvious that if it hasn’t happened yet, it will soon.
It’s the final night and Olivia and I are in the claw tub.
“I wish we could afford this place,” she sighs.
“I love it here, too. We’ll be back at some point, I’m sure.”
I have minimal desire to leave here and face the real world. Olivia already spilled the news that the investigation was complete and I could return to my classes next semester. The only caveat is that she would be banned from my classes in the future, even if we broke up. It seemed easy enough. The next hurdle was the upcoming tenure vote. I wasn’t hopeful, considering Nathan’s dad’s spot on the board. To be frank, I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I just wanted Olivia and that was going well. In a move I didn’t see coming, her parents welcomed me with open arms. Olivia was finally honest with them about the shit Julian put her through and James knew the lengths I’d go to protect her.
We load the last of our bags into the car and both of us look somber as the cabin falls into the distance. “This place will be ours.” I squeeze her thigh.
“Maybe.” She shrugs, her eyes warm as they find mine. “It doesn’t matter where we are, Tomas. The only thing that matters is that I’m with you.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Tomas
