Garrett
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By the time Alex pulled up to her apartment to drop us off, I was sporting a semi and was pretty sure I was going to attack her right inside the doorway.
Which is actually kind of funny in a way. I mean, I love sex. Would have it every day if I could, but that’s not something that’s ever been realistic. As much as I was a serial one-night stander, I didn’t go out with a woman every night. It was more like once a week.
But with Olivia, I want to be inside her several times a day. She and I practically broke the hotel bed this morning when we woke up, and here I am now, just a few hours later, and I’m dying to have another taste of her sweetness.
Olivia pulls her key out and starts to unlock the door. I drop the duffel bag that had our clothes for the weekend on the concrete landing and step in close behind her. Putting my hands on her hips, I press in so she can feel my cock at her backside and growl in her ear, “I’m so fucking horny. It’s been murder sitting next to you in that car and not being able to touch you.”
Turning away from the door, Olivia loops her arms around my neck and grinds her pelvis against mine as she pulls me down for a bone-melting kiss. She lifts her mouth away just enough to say, “Me too. Got a condom handy?”
“In my wallet,” I grit out as one of her hands drops down to my erection, squeezing me not so gently. “Fuck, baby…I’m going to pull you down to the landing in a second if you don’t get the fucking door open and get inside.”
Olivia spins back away from me, her breath coming in short gasps as she fiddles with the lock. She almost drops the key when I bring my hand up between her legs and cup her. “Can’t wait to get my mouth on this.”
She shudders and lets out a tiny moan, but manages to get the key in the lock and turn it.
Then I’m pushing her inside and we are a tangle of arms, lips, and legs. Her hands slide into my hair and my fingers dig into her ass as I pick her up and walk her to the couch. Our teeth bang against each other as we kiss in a frenzy of lust and need.
Rather than lay her down, I spin and lay backward, bringing her body on top of mine. She mashes her lips to mine, thrusting her tongue in my mouth while she grips my hair even tighter. My hands fly up the backs of her thighs and burrow in under the edge of her shorts, trying to get just a little touch of the wetness I know I’ll find there. But she only kisses me for a moment, because she rears up into a sitting position, straddling my waist. My cock pushes against her core and she grinds down against me. Then she’s scooting back and working at my button and zipper with quick but clumsy hands.
“Need you in my mouth,” she pants.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and I bat her hands away because I can be quicker. Because I need to be in her mouth. In a nanosecond, I’ve got my zipper down and Olivia is reaching for my cock.
I vaguely recognize the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, and then I hear, “Olivia…my baby girl. I missed you so much.”
Olivia shrieks as if she had just been electrified and scrambles off me so fast, she almost falls backward over the coffee table. I come flying up off the couch, hastily zipping up my pants, but there’s nothing I can do about the massive erection pushing against them.
Both of us turn to stare at a woman wearing a bright patterned dress made of flowing silk standing in Olivia’s living room. She has long golden blond hair flowing loosely with two tiny braids at each temple that are pulled behind her head, and she stares at Olivia with dark green eyes that look very familiar to me.
“Mom?” Olivia says in disbelief, frozen in her spot for just a second. Then she’s flying into her mother’s arms. “What are you doing here?”
I watch as Olivia hugs her mom, and her mom hugs her back hard with her eyes squeezed shut, but not tight enough to prevent the tears leaking out. I see love and fear in her gaze when she opens her eyes again and looks directly at me with a small smile.
Finally, the women break apart, and her mom steps past Olivia and holds her hand out to me. I can see Olivia just over her shoulder, watching her mom tenderly. “And you must be Garrett. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Maryana.”
Her voice has sort of a dreamy quality to it and I shake her hand with a smile. Looking over to Olivia, I raise an eyebrow and grin at her. “You told your mom about me, huh?”
Olivia shrugs nonchalantly. “I might have mentioned you,” she hedges with a coy look.
“We’re on the same page, then,” I say as I release Maryana’s hand. “I told my mom about you too.”
“You did?” she asks with a wide, incredulous smile.
“I did. The night we got down to the beach.”
Olivia beams at me, then I’m forgotten as she walks back up to her mom and wraps her arms around her. Laying her chin on her mom’s shoulder, she says, “Again…what are you doing here? You weren’t thinking of coming to visit until next week.”
“I sent you a text, sweetie…yesterday. That I couldn’t stand it anymore and had to see you. I sent my flight info and everything.”
“I didn’t get a text,” Olivia says as she pulls away from her mom with a frown.
“I’m sure I sent it,” Maryana says as she walks over to the small kitchen table that sits half in the kitchen and half in the living room. She reaches into a purse that’s lying there and pulls out her phone. We watch as she scrolls for a minute, then she gets a sheepish look on her face.
Turning to us, she holds the phone up but we’re standing too far away to see what it says. “Oops. It appears I sent the text to Oliver. My bad.”
Which is actually kind of funny in a way. I mean, I love sex. Would have it every day if I could, but that’s not something that’s ever been realistic. As much as I was a serial one-night stander, I didn’t go out with a woman every night. It was more like once a week.
But with Olivia, I want to be inside her several times a day. She and I practically broke the hotel bed this morning when we woke up, and here I am now, just a few hours later, and I’m dying to have another taste of her sweetness.
Olivia pulls her key out and starts to unlock the door. I drop the duffel bag that had our clothes for the weekend on the concrete landing and step in close behind her. Putting my hands on her hips, I press in so she can feel my cock at her backside and growl in her ear, “I’m so fucking horny. It’s been murder sitting next to you in that car and not being able to touch you.”
Turning away from the door, Olivia loops her arms around my neck and grinds her pelvis against mine as she pulls me down for a bone-melting kiss. She lifts her mouth away just enough to say, “Me too. Got a condom handy?”
“In my wallet,” I grit out as one of her hands drops down to my erection, squeezing me not so gently. “Fuck, baby…I’m going to pull you down to the landing in a second if you don’t get the fucking door open and get inside.”
Olivia spins back away from me, her breath coming in short gasps as she fiddles with the lock. She almost drops the key when I bring my hand up between her legs and cup her. “Can’t wait to get my mouth on this.”
She shudders and lets out a tiny moan, but manages to get the key in the lock and turn it.
Then I’m pushing her inside and we are a tangle of arms, lips, and legs. Her hands slide into my hair and my fingers dig into her ass as I pick her up and walk her to the couch. Our teeth bang against each other as we kiss in a frenzy of lust and need.
Rather than lay her down, I spin and lay backward, bringing her body on top of mine. She mashes her lips to mine, thrusting her tongue in my mouth while she grips my hair even tighter. My hands fly up the backs of her thighs and burrow in under the edge of her shorts, trying to get just a little touch of the wetness I know I’ll find there. But she only kisses me for a moment, because she rears up into a sitting position, straddling my waist. My cock pushes against her core and she grinds down against me. Then she’s scooting back and working at my button and zipper with quick but clumsy hands.
“Need you in my mouth,” she pants.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and I bat her hands away because I can be quicker. Because I need to be in her mouth. In a nanosecond, I’ve got my zipper down and Olivia is reaching for my cock.
I vaguely recognize the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, and then I hear, “Olivia…my baby girl. I missed you so much.”
Olivia shrieks as if she had just been electrified and scrambles off me so fast, she almost falls backward over the coffee table. I come flying up off the couch, hastily zipping up my pants, but there’s nothing I can do about the massive erection pushing against them.
Both of us turn to stare at a woman wearing a bright patterned dress made of flowing silk standing in Olivia’s living room. She has long golden blond hair flowing loosely with two tiny braids at each temple that are pulled behind her head, and she stares at Olivia with dark green eyes that look very familiar to me.
“Mom?” Olivia says in disbelief, frozen in her spot for just a second. Then she’s flying into her mother’s arms. “What are you doing here?”
I watch as Olivia hugs her mom, and her mom hugs her back hard with her eyes squeezed shut, but not tight enough to prevent the tears leaking out. I see love and fear in her gaze when she opens her eyes again and looks directly at me with a small smile.
Finally, the women break apart, and her mom steps past Olivia and holds her hand out to me. I can see Olivia just over her shoulder, watching her mom tenderly. “And you must be Garrett. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Maryana.”
Her voice has sort of a dreamy quality to it and I shake her hand with a smile. Looking over to Olivia, I raise an eyebrow and grin at her. “You told your mom about me, huh?”
Olivia shrugs nonchalantly. “I might have mentioned you,” she hedges with a coy look.
“We’re on the same page, then,” I say as I release Maryana’s hand. “I told my mom about you too.”
“You did?” she asks with a wide, incredulous smile.
“I did. The night we got down to the beach.”
Olivia beams at me, then I’m forgotten as she walks back up to her mom and wraps her arms around her. Laying her chin on her mom’s shoulder, she says, “Again…what are you doing here? You weren’t thinking of coming to visit until next week.”
“I sent you a text, sweetie…yesterday. That I couldn’t stand it anymore and had to see you. I sent my flight info and everything.”
“I didn’t get a text,” Olivia says as she pulls away from her mom with a frown.
“I’m sure I sent it,” Maryana says as she walks over to the small kitchen table that sits half in the kitchen and half in the living room. She reaches into a purse that’s lying there and pulls out her phone. We watch as she scrolls for a minute, then she gets a sheepish look on her face.
Turning to us, she holds the phone up but we’re standing too far away to see what it says. “Oops. It appears I sent the text to Oliver. My bad.”
