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“Then let’s go eat. I know this great Cuban place down the street.”
“Oh, I love Cuban food.” Then a thought hits me. “Hey, I heard about this club, Club DS, downtown. We should go dancing.” He gives me a skeptical look and for a second I think he is going to tell me no then he nods.
“Fine.”
“Yay! Oh I need to go shopping.” He grumbles something about shopping with women. Yeah, I am going to drive him crazy.
I am super giddy right now. Tonight is going to be a good night and I know it. I mean it could have something to do with the buzz flowing through my body right now due to the three orgasms Oliver gave me before we left and the one he finally let me give him on my knees. This entire time he has forbade me from putting him in my mouth because he said he wouldn’t be able to control himself, but I also found out during this trip so far that if I drop a tear I can get anything.
On my knees before him making this powerful man lose his mind I felt more in control then I ever have. Did I mention how sexy I felt having his grunt and shout my name before spraying my face and chest with his release? Well I felt like the sexiest woman alive.
Now, walking hand in hand with him into this club, I am empowered and free. Of course Oliver has no idea what my dress really looks like. When I bought it he was in the men's department picking up a shirt and jeans and I bought a short jacket to go over it so right now all he can see is that it is a light blue, ruched material that comes a few inches above my knees. He growled and pitched a fit about that, but then I poked out my lip and he gave in.
“ID?” The bouncer asks, holding out his hand. I hand him mine and Oliver gives him his military ID.
“Military and veterans get VIP treatment. Please hold your hand out.” We do and he places a stamp on both our hands. “Drinks are on the house, and you have access to the VIP room upstairs. Thank you for your service.” It makes me feel good that someone recognizes the sacrifice he made for our country. I can see it surprised him as well.
“Thank you, sir,” Oliver tells him before escorting me inside of the club. As soon as we step in, the music moves through me. My favorite song, Unholy, is playing and my body immediately begins to sway to the beat. This club has a totally different vibe than the one we went to in Savannah. Oliver moves us to an empty table and talks into my ear. “I am going to get us a couple of drinks. What do you want?” Hell, I have no idea. I have never had a drink before.
“Something light,” I tell him back. I don’t want to be drunk. I intend to wait for him to come back, but the song is calling me. Standing, I take off my jacket and walk toward the dance floor. I don’t move into the throng of people, instead choosing to stand close to the edge and get my groove on.
I close my eyes and let the dirty vision of the song lull me into a place of being. I have no idea how long I am doing this, but then I hear a growl over the bass and suddenly I am being pulled in the opposite direction.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Oliver yells. His voice shows he is angry and even though his eyes convey the same, I also see hunger and possessiveness there.
“My dress, silly. Oh is this my drink?” I squeak, trying to change the subject. I wink at him and take a sip. I am shocked by how sweet it is, but I have a feeling it is a deceptive tactic.
“Where is the rest of your dress, January?” Oh God. I love it when he says my whole name. It means he means business.
“This is it,” I tell him before slipping out of his arms and making my way onto the dance floor further from his reach. Under the Influence comes on and that is how I feel right now. I feel slightly light-headed and really amorous.
I feel my hips move suggestively because of course in my mind Oliver is behind me grinding his cock into my ass. I mouth the words to the song and then I feel a set of arms wrap around my waist. I don’t know how I know but I know it is not Oliver.
Turning, I smile and move away from the guy leering at me, but he seems to take it as an invitation. “I want to dance alone,” I try to tell him over the music. He smirks like I am playing games or something.
“Yeah, dressed like that you don’t.” Is he serious? I am about to give him a piece of my mind when suddenly he is ripped from in front of me and I am pulled into Oliver’s chest.
“No one fucking touches you. You belong to me, hazel eyes, and I think it is time you know it.”
Yes please.
CHAPTERTWELVE
OLIVER
It takes less than twenty minutes to make it back to the hotel, but my lips don’t leave her lips until I’ve got her back against the door in the room. Her little moans make me so fucking hard but who am I kidding? I’ve been hard since I met her. Reaching behind her, I pull the zipper of her ridiculously tiny dress down and push it to the floor at her feet. She steps out of it, and I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds her covered pussy against me. I want nothing more than to feel it bare. Fingers, mouth, cock it doesn’t matter, I just need her. Kissing her, I carry her to the bed that takes up most of the room, and drop her in the middle of it. She giggles and my already hard cock gets harder.
I unbutton my shirt and toss it on the chair by the bed. My jeans and boots are next. I leave my boxers on because I know if I take them off now, I’ll come. Her laughter fades away and she licks her lips. I watch as she sits up and reaches behind her. She pulls her black bra off and tosses it away. Her gorgeous tits spring free. She cups them in her hands as she lies back on the massive amount of pillows. Her legs spread open and that propels me into action. I climb on to the bed on my knees. I reach for her, seeing her tattoo from Savannah for the first time.journey’s end in lovers meeting 1-17-2024is tattooed on her rib cage just under her boob following the curve of it. That explains why she didn’t wear a bra for a few days. I find her tattoo ironic because we met at the beginning of this journey and the significance of that isn’t lost on me.
“I love this, baby,” I tell, leaning down to kiss the words tattooed on her beautiful skin.
I run my fingertips up her legs, almost reverently. When I reach her hips, I pull the edge of her panties down. She lifts her ass so that I can take them off of her. They end up across the room. Her perfect pussy is now visible to me. All I want to do is dive down and bury my face in her snatch, licking her until she begs me to stop. So I do it. The first taste of her juice hits my tongue and I groan. She tastes like what I imagine Heaven tastes like. Sweet and perfect.
“Ollie,” she moans as my fingers trace up her legs, over her hips, to her belly. I stop at the swell of her breasts. Holding them in my hands, I squeeze and caress them gently before pulling on her pale pink nipples. Her skin is pale and pristine, not a freckle in sight, and I can’t help leaning down and kissing each pebbled peak before sucking and biting them until they are rigid. “Stop teasing me. Let me see you,” she says, reaching her hands into my boxers. Her soft hands wrap around my hard length. I shudder in delight. I let her explore me. The thrill of her hands on me has no comparison. Nothing will ever be the same again. I know that. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on her.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Jan,” I murmur. Moving back from her, I know that I can’t wait a second longer. I have to claim her. I part her pussy and rub her clit. She moans loudly and writhes her hips. Shoving my boxers down, I give her a good look at my cock as I fist it. Her hazel eyes widen as she takes me in.
“Oliver?” she whines as I lift her legs, wrapping them around my waist. Everything about this moment feels so right.
