Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Olivia

Okay, in my thoughts about how this might go down, Clint pulling my robe closed and quickly retying it wasn’t one of them. I stare at him and whisper, “We can do this.”

He looks at me and says, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Don’t you find me attractive?”

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says. It’s a breathtaking compliment. Even though I don’t particularly want to be complimented by this man, I can’t help but be affected by his words. I find myself very aroused.

I was already aroused enough. What I mean is, there’s something sort of sexy about not having a choice, if that makes sense. I don’t mean that I don’t have the right to consent or to withdraw consent. I mean I’m in a situation where I feel indebted to Clint Bruno. I can’t do that. That’s an absolutely untenable situation I can’t tolerate. So, I need to even the score. He saved my body and now he gets it.

And then I can go back to despising him.

The point is, I don’t have a choice as far as my emotions are concerned. I need to get this sense of owing him out of my head, and the only thing that can do that is sex. It’s the one thing I don’t want to give him, and so it will humiliate me and will cost me emotionally.

So, it will even the score.

And the fact that I have no choice but to do it turns me on a little. The fact that he compliments me the way he does turns me on even more than that.

“But I saved your life because it’s my job, Olivia. You don’t have to do this.”

I smile slightly because he knows that’s why I’m here. So, it’s time to lie. “Sure, there’s a little bit of that. Anybody would be grateful, Clint, but that’s not it. When I saw you, it completely transformed how I feel about you.”

“Really?” he asks. He’s not quite sarcastic in his tone but he’s close.

So, I tell a half-truth. “Before, you were just a big, suborn asshole with more muscles than brains,” I say. That’s the truth part. Here comes the lie part. “And now, you’re a hero. I saw what you do with those muscles and how they move. I saw what your stubbornness means when life and death are on the line. Before, the only thing that mattered about you was how all of your qualities got in my way. Now, I see those qualities as what saved me.”

“So, you’re saying you actually want to sleep with me?”

What I say next is the truth, sort of. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since you saved my life,” I say. I pull the tie on the robe and just in case he wants to close it again, I shrug it off my body so it falls to the floor. I really have been obsessed about sex with him since he rescued me but it’s not because I want to do it. It’s because I have to.

I can see him warring with himself, so I step forward, lift myself up on tiptoes, and whisper, “I want this, Clint. Please don’t stop me.” I think I’m very convincing and, at least to an extent, I guess there’s truth to it. I want it just not for the reasons he thinks. And, I guess, I’m going to enjoy it some. My body is certainly gearing up for that. Anyway, after I implore him not to stop me, I kiss him.

I’m not certain if things are going to happen. I don’t know what I’ll do if he refuses me. He doesn’t push me away from the kiss but he’s not overly responsive. I run my hands up his back and lace them around the back of his head. I kiss him harder.

That’s when I sense him changing, and in an entirely good way.

Yeah, I think I’m going to enjoy this more than just some.

His hands come up to my waist and grip me as he finally starts kissing back, finally. And that kiss becomes rougher, more demanding, hungrier. When we break apart briefly, I gulp in the air like I’ve just come up from being underwater.

He swivels my body and walks me down the hallway of his house. He kisses me hard again as he steers me to the right and into his bedroom. He pulls away and starts undressing.

I stand watching him for a moment, and then, I jump on him again, kissing him hard and digging my nails into his back. He shrugs me off and gives me a small kiss on my neck as he fights to get his shirt off and then, his jeans.

We come together again, and I feel a weird rush of desire mingled with tenderness that brings me up short. What the hell do I think I’m doing? I’m not here for a romantic rendezvous. I’m here to get some down and dirty sex out of the way. I want it, but it isn’t some love connection.

But he runs his fingers through my hair and kisses me softly along my jawline. Then, his fingers trail down over my body. I shiver as I feel goosebumps rising on my arms.

I need to throw a few good Fuck Me! ’s into the mix. I’m losing control of the situation and myself here. I try to remember that I’m here for payback, not to indulge in the sweet control of my libido.

But as he leans me back against his bed and then, helps me get on, I can only murmur his name. “Clint…”I try tapping into all my anger and loathing for this man, but he moves over my body, kissing and touching and teasing, and I just sigh again, “Clint...”

He stands back and slips his boxers down. I stare at the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I mean, this is scary huge. I’ve watched some porn and this thing is beyond any of those guys.Now, I feel like I should be able to say something more pointed and, well, vulgar, but my mind just seems stuck on the same track. “Clint!”I least I manage more emotion with that one.

Wow. I feel stupid and horny and needy. I feel wildly out of control. It’s not a feeling I'm used to.

And then, he kneels at the edge of the bed, reaches forward, and grabs me by my legs, yanking me towards him so that my ass is almost hanging off the edge of the mattress. He kisses me on the insides of my thighs and I tremble. “Clint...” I moan.

Part of me is still rational and almost angry at how I’m surrendering to this man’s directions. The bigger part of me is begging for him to take me completely. To take all the control away from me and just take the temporary truce my body is giving him in return for saving me and creating this burden of rejoinder in the first place.

He seems to read my mind and he lowers his mouth onto me. His tongue runs up and down my pussy, slipping inside me and exploring. His movements are soft and slow, though, and when I try to wriggle against him and get more, he just holds me still and pulls back.

It’s maddening and invigorating. I hate that I’m loving it so much. He slides his tongue up my slit and teases my clit. Then, he puts his whole mouth over the little hooded button and sucks my very sensitive little nub until I’m on the brink of what promises to be an incredibly powerful orgasm.

I grip the bed sheets in my fists and groan. My mind screams, “Holy fuck, give me more!” But again, I can only murmur, “Clint...”

He shakes his head and plays rougher with my poor clit. It’s too much. I shudder hard and then, my orgasm punches the breath from my lungs and I can’t even say his name anymore. I just moan like a fucking banshee with laryngitis.

Fuck, what is happening here?

I twist beneath him and claw at the bed as I’m overwhelmed again and again with pleasure.

He breaks away and kisses my clit so very tenderly once again.

And I just break apart into a million bewildered pieces.