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thirty-seven

Olive

After Lane uses some tissues to clean himself up, he pulls his boxers back on and relaxes on the bed. With his arm outstretched beside him, he turns his head and gestures to the empty space, urging me to slide in.

I smile softly as he wraps his arm around me, and I settle my head over the top of his heart, listening to the same beat that soothed me after my nightmare. The sound is beginning to feel a little bit like home.

Lane kisses the top of my head. “Are you okay after that, Liv?”

His genuine concern each time we try something new is so endearing. I can tell how much he doesn’t want to push me when he always considers how I’m feeling before and after.

“I’m feeling great,” I admit. “It was fun watching you be the one to lose control this time.”

He chuckles before pressing his lips against mine. “Baby, I have no fucking control around you. I never have.”

Is it weird that I like that? That I like the fact that this ridiculously hot man is so turned on by me that he can’t control himself?

It’s surprisingly nice to have that type of power over someone.

“You know,” I say, teasing my fingers over his abs, getting more comfortable with the intimate contact, “you really don’t have any shame.”

He smirks at me. “What do I have to be ashamed about? I think I have a nice dick.”

I try to control myself, but I practically snort in laughter. “Wow, you’re cocky.”

“Cocky about my cock.”

I shake my head, still smiling. “I can’t with you.”

Lane tilts my face to him, raising his eyebrow. “Do you not agree, Ballerina?”

“It seemed fine to me.” I feel my cheeks heating up.

“Fine?” he scoffs. “You wound me.”

“Well,” I reply shyly, “it’s not like I have really anything to compare it to.”

He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling a needy gasp out of me. “You don’t need any others now that you’ve seen perfection.”

I howl with laughter. “Can your ego even fit through the fucking door, Lane?”

“Confidence, baby,” he rasps, brushing his lips over my ear. “Not ego.”

My breath catches in my throat when my eyes meet his, the pools of hazel darkening with lust. I grip the back of his head and bring his lips to mine, and Lane groans against me before returning my kiss with equal fervor.

The kiss is heated and passionate, and I cling to him desperately as he repositions us, leaning back against the headboard and pulling me over to straddle his legs.

I sigh against his mouth as his tongue swipes at mine, and he lets his hands gently trail down my back, trying to figure out my current boundaries.

And when I don’t stop him, he rests them on my ass, gripping me tight while I moan.

“Fuck,” he says, slightly panicked, slightly breathless. “Is that okay?”

“I would have stopped you if it wasn’t,” I reply breathily.

Lane squeezes my ass now and groans. “God, I’m fucking addicted to you, baby.”

“Lane,” I state, doing everything to avoid letting my nerves take over. “I got to see all of you tonight. Do you, um… want to see more of me?”

Heat flashes through his eyes, but he douses the fire and doesn’t let it control his words. “I want to see whatever you’re comfortable showing me, Liv. You don’t have to show me anything just because you saw me.”

“I want to,” I assure him. Before I lose the bit of confidence I’ve mustered, I grab my sweatshirt by the hem and pull it over my head, leaving me in the black tank I have on underneath.

This time, Lane lets his desire take over. “Can I help with the rest?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He starts by kissing me again, stroking his tongue against mine while his hands trail under the hem of my tank and rest over my stomach.

When we part, he pushes the tank up, bunching it just under my chest before tearing it over my head and leaving me in only my bra.

Lane bites his lip when he looks at my chest before quickly reaching behind my back so he can free me of the lace.

He shoots me one last questioning look before he does, and when I nod, he unhooks the garment, and I let it fall down my arms.

No man has ever seen this part of me, not even Jake. I love having Lane as the only one to do so.

With my breasts now free, he slowly teases his thumbs over my nipples before kissing me again. “Fuck, Olive. God, you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful,” I admit, resting my forehead against his.

Lane cups his hands over my breasts now, and I let out a contented sigh. “Perfect tits, baby. You have no idea how badly I want them in my mouth.”

I moan as he squeezes. “I want that. I want to know what that feels like.”

“Fuck yes…”

He immediately leans down, tongue lapping over my nipple, and I cry out. “Lane!”

He repeats the action on the other side before drawing his lips back to mine. “You like that, Livvy?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”

Lane smirks at me in satisfaction. “You’re not nearly as innocent as you think you are, huh? I think Olive Finch likes to get a little bit dirty.”

“Only with you.”

“Only with me,” he growls, and my panties are growing damp. He teases a hand along the waistband of my leggings before slipping a finger under the hem. “How dirty do you want to get tonight, baby? Want me to finally take care of that needy pussy again?”

“Please,” I sigh.

“You’re such a good fucking girl, Olive.” Lane hungrily presses his mouth to mine, owning me with every swipe of his tongue, as he slips his hand into my leggings and rests it between my legs. “Mmm… you’re dripping wet already. Did it turn you on when you wrapped your hand around my cock?”

“Yes,” I reply, and I’m rewarded with Lane slipping my panties to the side and sliding his middle finger inside me. “Oh fuck…”

“I love how responsive you are for me,” he rasps against my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.

Lane presses his ring finger inside now, and I throw my head back and moan. “And I love how your fingers feel inside me.”

He thrusts his fingers faster. “You’re gaining so much confidence, Liv. It’s so sexy when you tell me how you’re feeling, what you want.”

“I want you to make me come,” I say, surprising even myself with how blunt the statement is.

“Fuck, I will never tell you no.”

He swipes his tongue at my mouth, and I part for him, letting him inside as his thumb grazes over my clit. He swallows my moan and hooks his fingers inside me, causing me to cry out. “Yes, Lane! That feels so good.”

“Imagine now that this isn’t my fingers,” he drawls. “Just like that phone call.”

I involuntarily moan at the memory. I enjoyed that vibrator, but everything about that moment felt so much better when I pretended it was him between my legs instead.

“What are you imagining, baby?”

“That this is you,” I sigh as Lane starts fingering me faster.

“What part of me? What part of me are you imagining inside of you right now, Liv?”

I look Lane in the eyes as I reply, “Your dick.”

His jaw falls open at the admission, and I can’t say I blame him. I’m pretty sure I’ve never even said that word before.

“One day,” he grunts, slamming his fingers into me and teasing my clit. “One day, this will be my dick, and I can fucking promise you that it will feel so much better than anything you’re imagining right now.”

“Lane…”

“You’re pulsing, Ballerina. Come for me. Coat my fingers so I can lick them clean. I’ve been dying for another taste.”

I unravel almost immediately, screaming out as his fingers work me through my orgasm. It’s intense and sublime, perfect and all-consuming.

As soon as I come down, Lane slips his fingers out of me before bringing them directly to his mouth, licking all of my release from them. “Fuck, baby. You taste so good.”

My only response is to kiss him, to taste myself on his lips.

It feels dirty in the best possible way.

Lane may have been right with what he said a little bit ago.

I’m not as innocent as I thought, and I don’t think it has anything to do with the innocence that was stolen from me.

It has everything to do with this man opening up my eyes to new experiences and how fun life can actually be.

I can’t wait to keep exploring it with him.