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fifty-eight

Olive

Dinner tonight couldn’t be better.

Lane is perfect, making conversation with everyone in my family. He knows how important my family is to me, so he makes sure to take tonight seriously, even if he is still his usual self, all flirty and open.

Sage doesn’t need to try at all, though; all she has to do is walk into the room to have everyone fall in love with her.

With dinner now over, I grab the bag I have packed for tonight, and we say our goodbyes before heading back to his penthouse.

Sage stays up for a little longer when we get there because she’s still so excited about meeting all of my family, but we get her to sleep after about an hour.

Now it’s just me and the man I’ve been missing since he flew out a week ago.

When we walk into his bedroom, I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

Lane lightly trails his fingers up and down my back with his other arm wrapped around my shoulders. “So am I, baby. I hate being away from you.”

“I’m sure it’ll get easier,” I say with a soft smile.

“I’m not sure about that. You’re very missable, Ballerina.”

I breathe out a laugh before placing my hand on the back of his head, bringing his face down to mine. “Such a flirt, Hotshot.”

Lane’s tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip. “I can’t not flirt with you, Liv. I love you.”

I hum in approval, grasping his Henley shirt in my hands. “I love you, too, Lane. Thank you for coming tonight.”

He looks at me with the utmost affection, tracing his thumb over my cheekbone. “Wouldn’t miss it. I love your family, Olive. So does Sage. We had fun.”

“Why are you so damn perfect?” I smile against his lips.

“Genetics, I suppose,” he rasps, and I can’t help but laugh.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you love me anyway.”

My face softens, and I gaze at the lovely man before me. “Yes, I do.”

Lane leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss turns from soft and tender to needy and insistent in a flash. My body heats up as I melt against him, and he groans as I pull his lip in between my teeth.

“Fuck, Liv…” he sighs, adjusting himself over his jeans.

“Just from me biting your lip, huh?” I tease, wondering at the same time if Lucia might be right about what she said.

“Olive, I’m pretty sure you could breathe, and it would turn me on,” he chuckles. “But we don’t need to do anything. Just because we’ve had sex now doesn’t mean I’m going to expect it every time we’re together.”

“And if I want to? Have sex tonight?” I ask breathily, pulling him closer again.

“Then I wouldn’t be able to tell you no because I’m so goddamn weak around you.”

“I was counting on that,” I say before kissing him hungrily, letting him know exactly what it is I’m wanting tonight.

Though if he let his fingers slide between my legs, he’d have all the confirmation he needs.

“You just want to get fucked by the porn star, don’t you?” Lane smirks, resting his hands on my ass and pulling me against him.

“I’m going to murder my sister,” I groan. “Just so you know, I had nothing to do with that.”

He licks his bottom lip again. “Doesn’t mean you can’t reap the benefits anyway, Livvy.”

Need pulses between my thighs, and I’m close to pushing him on the bed myself in a display of boldness I’ve never shown.

“And what would those benefits be?” I ask, a sultry tone to my voice.

I’m not sure where Sex Vixen Olive came from, but I don’t mind having her around.

“Incredible sex,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Best sex of your life.”

“You’re the only sex of my life,” I tease, resting my finger under his chin.

“And I’m all you’re ever going to need,” Lane says so confidently. “Isn’t that right, baby? I know exactly how to take care of your needy, dripping cunt.”

“Yes,” I reply, practically panting with need. “You’re all I need, Lane.”

“Get on the bed then, love, and I’ll give you everything you could ever ask for.”

I feel like I might combust, but I refuse to let this night get away from me. I had a plan coming in here tonight; I’m in charge right now.

“No,” I state emphatically, and Lane cocks his eyebrow in response. “I need you in the bathroom. You’re going to take off all your clothes and wait for me to call you back in.”

“Goddamn,” he replies in amusement. “You can boss me around anytime, baby.”

Lane chuckles as I shoo him away, and when the bathroom door closes behind him, I get myself ready.

I dig through my overnight bag to find what I need.

Once I have it, I quickly ready myself before getting in position in the middle of his bed, resting on my knees with my back to the bathroom door, and I pull my hair over the front of my shoulder.

“I’m ready for you, Lane,” I state, just loud enough for him to hear me.

He quickly throws the bathroom door open and immediately groans. “Fuck, baby…”

“You like it?” I breathe as he stalks his way over to me.

Lane climbs up on the bed behind me, resting his chest against my back. “Do I like seeing my name across your back? Fuck yes, I do.” He traces his hands around my waist, and I feel his hard length press against my back when he gets to the front. “Goddammit. You’re not wearing anything else.”

“No,” I sigh as he presses several kisses down the side of my neck. “You told me you wanted to see me in your jersey and only your jersey.”

“Still better than I imagined.” I lightly moan and press back against him as he tweaks my nipples between his fingers, and he hums appreciatively. “Always so responsive.”

“Because you make me feel so good,” I say, taunting him by rolling my ass over him.

“Such a fucking brat,” he chuckles darkly. “Are you desperate to have me inside you?”

“Mhmm.”

“Delaney won’t do?” I shake my head quickly. “What a shame,” Lane coos, teasing his fingers down my abdomen and running them between my legs, never breaching my entrance or hitting my clit. “Delaney is all you’re getting right now.”

“Lane,” I say in surprise, meeting his dark, heated gaze.

“Did you bring Delaney with you?”

“Yes. In my bag.”

“Stay right here,” he commands. He walks across the room, hard cock bobbing as he moves, until he reaches my bag, fishing through until he finds the bright pink vibrator he gifted me months ago.

“What are you doing with that?” I ask as he joins me back on the bed, repositioning us so he’s leaning against the headboard and I’m on my knees facing him.

“You’re going to fuck Delaney first,” he says emphatically.

“Ride this silicone cock while I watch and imagine what it’s going to feel like when it’s me, and I’ll let you have my cock after that.

” My breath catches at how bold he is, and he immediately starts to worry.

“Shit, are you okay with that? Am I pushing too far?”

I smile and lean over to kiss him. “You’re fine, Lane. Just still surprised by how blunt you are sometimes.” He still holds Delaney in one hand, so I wrap mine around his wrist and bring it between my legs. “Hold it right here.”

He watches me intently as I slowly lower myself onto the silicone, pausing when I’ve taken in what I can. It’s not enough to satisfy me much anymore. Lane fills me so much better.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, pushing the buttons now to turn on the rotating shaft and vibrating rabbit ears.

“Oh shit,” I cry, letting the sensations wash over me.

“Ride it, baby,” he demands. “Push up and down on your knees and get yourself off.”

I immediately push up and then sink back down, letting out a low moan as I do. “Fuck.”

“Does that feel good?” Lane asks, increasing the vibrations.

“Yes,” I sigh. “But you feel so much better, baby.”

“Fuck,” he mutters as I start moving again, and Lane wraps a hand around his shaft and begins to lightly stroke. “It’s so hot watching you fuck your toy, Olive.”

“Rather have you,” I groan.

“Then make yourself come, Ballerina. Soak that toy so you can soak my cock after.”

Lane increases the vibrations again, and I’m so close to the edge. I push up a few more times before slamming myself back down, letting the rabbit ears tease my clit, and I explode around the silicone inside of me.

“Good girl,” he coos, turning off the vibrator and tossing it down the bed, where it then loudly tumbles to the floor. He pays that no mind, though, as he quickly straightens his back against the headboard and pulls me on top of him. “You’re doing that on my cock next.”

He grips his shaft as I spread my legs over his thighs, and then I kiss him as I quickly sink down on him, taking in all of him in just one motion with how slick I am after my orgasm.

“Lane…” I groan, rocking my hips over him. “You feel incredible.”

“Fuck, Liv,” he moans, hands on my hips as he helps me keep steady while I move. “I love watching the way your pussy swallows my cock. You take me so fucking well, baby.”

I look down to where we’re joined to see what he sees, and I salivate at the sight. Watching him slide in and out of me is so incredibly hot.

“You see how wet my cock is, Olive?” he grunts. “You’re fucking soaking me already.” I moan loudly and throw my head back as I continue to move. “God, I love watching your tits bounce as you ride me. My name on your back with those perfect fucking tits in my face.”

Lane leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth. “Yes, Lane!”

He repeats the action on the other side, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. “I fucking love hearing you scream my name,” he groans, crashing his lips to mine, quickly sliding his tongue inside.

For a few moments longer, we stay like this—tongues dancing together while I ride him like he’s a damn toy. When we part our lips, I lean my head against his shoulder as he starts thrusting up into me.

“Yes,” I pant. “Just like that. That’s so good.”

“Your pussy was made for me, Olive. God damn.”

I kiss my way across his collarbone before curiosity gets the better of me. I lightly sink my teeth into his skin.

Lane gasps and stops moving. “Did you just… bite me?”

“Um, yes?”

“Why?”

“Lucia told me I should try it…” I admit, heat spreading across my cheeks.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Of course she did.”

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly.

“The fuck you are,” Lane grunts, thrusting into me again. “Bite me harder. Leave a fucking mark on me.”

“What?” I breathe, trying to keep from toppling over with the power of his thrusts.

“Mark me, baby. Claim what’s fucking yours.” His eyes are dark with lust, so I lean forward, sinking my teeth into him again, leaving a mark, before taking my tongue to lick away the sting. “Fuck, yes,” he moans.

“You… like… that?” I manage between heavy breaths.

“Hell yes,” he states. “I want you to leave your mark all over me. Show everyone I belong to you.”

“The mark is only temporary, Lane.”

He brushes his lips over mine, his cocky side grin making a reappearance. “Then I’ll get it fucking tattooed.”

“You don’t have any tattoos,” I laugh.

“So that’ll be my first one.”

Why is that so hot?

Why is the idea of Lane permanently inking my bite mark onto his body so goddamn hot?!

“Lane…” I moan, losing myself in the pleasure he’s giving me.

His lips ghost my neck. “Fuck, baby. You like that idea. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight right now. Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” I cry, feeling my second orgasm bubbling up. “Be a good boy and make me come, baby.”

Lane is moving faster now, his breathing erratic. “Goddamn. Let go for me, Livvy. Flood me. Just come—”

Thrust.

“For—”

Thrust.

“Me.”

Thrust.

I don’t last a moment longer. I scream his name as I clench around him. Lane chants my name as he follows me over the edge, spilling every bit of his release into me.

“Holy shit, Lane…” I rasp between ragged breaths. His response is to spear two fingers inside of me. “What—”

“Putting my cum back where it belongs,” he murmurs before capturing my lips. “I’ll clean you up shortly, Liv. Just need to catch my breath.”

“Old man,” I tease.

“Brat,” he laughs, pulling my lip between his teeth.

I sigh and mold my body against his. “This was incredible, Lane. I love you.”

Lane runs his fingers softly through my hair before gently kissing my head. “I love you, too, baby.”