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“Sure thing. See you there.”
Mark waved and turned to leave, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“You can come out now.”
The bathroom door opened and Olivia stepped out in the most exquisite black lace underwear, and this strapless, backless bra that, honestly, seemed like an engineering miracle. And she still had on her emerald green heels. My dick reminded me that was a very important detail.
I was utterly shocked when she surprised me with this when we got back to my cabin. She said what I said back in the restaurant got her hot and bothered and she couldn’t resist me anymore.
“Where were we, Mr. Oviatt?”
“You, Ms. Taylor, were giving me the performance of a lifetime.”
Olivia gently guided me back into the chair, and I turned on the music on my phone. Olivia started to dance again, moving her hips in the most hypnotic way. I reached out to grab them, but Olivia gently swatted me away.
“No touching, Mr. Oviatt,” she whispered low in my ear.
My erection had cooled at Mark’s interruption, but it roared back to life, painfully hard behind the zipper of these too-tight pants.
Slowly, somehow, she removed her bra, her hair hanging loose around her perky breasts. God, I wanted her nipple in my mouth. She reached up and slowly caressed her own breasts. Impossibly, I felt myself grow harder at the sight of her touching herself.
Her hands traveled down her stomach as she wiggled her hips from the scrap of lace, drawing it down and kicking it off with her foot.
Olivia Taylor stood in front of me completely naked, except for her green heels. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t hear anything except my pulse in my eardrums, I couldn’t feel anything except my throbbing dick. She reduced me to a pile of sensation.
In one fluid motion, Olivia was kneeling in front of me, her breasts touching my knees, still frustratingly covered in fabric. She reached for my zipper and tugged it down. Blessedly, she urged the pants from my hips and pulled them down, taking off my shoes, too. She reached up. Her tits were achingly close as she unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off my body.
Olivia kissed my chest and trailed her tongue down my stomach. White hot heat surged through me as her mouth made its way lower and lower until her pretty red lips covered the tip of my cock.
“Oh fuck, Olivia. You have no idea how good that feels. How sexy you are to watch.”
Teasingly, she gave a quick lick from the base of my dick up to the head.
“All mine,” she declared, before diving into my cock once more, the tip hitting the back of her throat, but not reaching the base. “So you like watching, Ben?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. To say Olivia was sexy was the understatement of my lifetime.
“Good to know,” she whispered and took my whole cock in my mouth. “So big, Ben.”
How was it possible to still get harder for this girl? Then I looked down just as Olivia’s other hand, the one that wasn’t slowly torturing me in concert with her mouth, dipped between her legs.
Fuck, that was hot. I couldn’t stop watching as her hand started to move. As she moaned around my dick, sending shockwaves through my body. Her eyes fluttered close, and I imagined her hot and wet on her own hand. I couldn’t stop myself from firmly grasping her hair, moving her mouth up and down on me. Her eyes flashed up to mine. They were burning with desire as she worked me with her mouth while rubbing herself.
This was all too much. I was about to tell her I was going to come when I felt her body tense and her free hand grasped at my thigh. Olivia’s moans were muffled by my cock in her mouth, but watching her come by her own hand was the most extraordinary thing to witness.
“I’m going to come, Olivia,” I warned her seconds later, expecting her to pop off and finish me with her naughty hand. But she kept me in her mouth as my entire body burst apart.
She rested her head on my thigh for a moment and I tipped my head back, trying to find my breath again. A few moments later, Olivia looked up at me.
“Well, I guess we should head to the party.” Her voice was a little wistful as she turned to get up.
I grabbed her wrist.
“Text Mark and tell him something came up. There’s no way I’m letting you leave here tonight.”
“Okay, boss,” she whispered. As she got up to find her phone, I gave her magnificent ass a gentle smack, earning a giggle.
I’d remember tomorrow just how bad of an idea this was, but tonight, I just needed Olivia.
