Chapter 11

Grace

When Oli kisses me, there's something slow and infinitely sensual to his movements. Time stops, and all my awareness narrows down to the way his tongue makes a long, languid stroke against mine. He tastes like whiskey, and my head is fuzzy, my thoughts swimming as my body melts into his hold, but I don't think it's from the drinks. Oli's kissing me, and just like that moment at mine when he sucked at my bottom lip, my body, heart, and mind are paying sudden, intimate attention to every detail.

I'd make you come right here in public.

I shiver in his hold as that line, delivered in his smooth, deep voice like a promise, echoes through me. Jesus fucking Christ. I've never had a single exhibitionist thought in my life, but for some reason when Oli said that, a rush of heat pooled low in my body and suddenly the last shred of my cares flew out the window. I need him tonight. I don't care about Brad, or anything else anymore. Maybe he's right, and I just need to try something different.

Fuck it. Sounds good to me.

I lean into him, reveling in the feel of his big, hard body beneath me, in his soft lips against mine, the expert way his tongue moves, taking charge of our kiss without forcing. His fingers at my neck squeeze, and when he pulls me closer, I lean eagerly into his chest until he falls back against the backrest.

Our kiss breaks, and we both remain an inch apart, panting lightly.

"You taste divine," he half-murmurs, half-groans quietly. "I'm yours, sweetness. Anything you want, I'll give it to you."

"A hundred thousand dollars and an orgasm," I somehow manage to quip, despite the desire rolling through me, muddling my thoughts.

He laughs huskily and pulls my hips flush against his. "Alright."

I roll my eyes and smirk, knowing he's absolutely not going to give me a hundred thousand dollars, but liking the way he so easily agreed anyway, as if my wish is his command. Another wave of tension washes through me as his fingers tighten at my waist, and then trails forward until he's running his knuckles up and down my abdomen. I want to straddle his lap, to grind my core against his thickness that I can feel through the side of my leg, but my short dress won't not allow me such a move without turning into a shirt, so I remain sitting on him side-saddle style.

"Would you like to stay here longer?" he asks, his eyes riveted to mine as his fingers pull lower and lower.

Once more, his promise to make me come in public shoots through my thoughts, and my breath hitches as I consider it.

Do I really want that? Or has it just been so long since I felt truly good during intimacy, that I'm leaping at the first opportunity?

Screw it, only one way to find out. I'm feeling reckless all of a sudden, and I'm done with being a good little woman.

Biting my lip, I nod and take his hand to place it on my thigh, just under the hemline of my little black dress. I swear he stops breathing for a second, his eyes darting down to where I hold his fingers, before shooting back to me, dark with a flare of desire. I push his hand further up my thigh.

"Gods and above," his voice dips lower, sounding rougher, as he sits abruptly back up and presses his lips to my neck. "You are so fucking sexy."

Adrenaline rushes through me as his hand squeezes hard against my skin, his fingers shifting up as he nuzzles along my neck. Am I really going to do this? Have I gone crazy?

I feel the warm dart of his tongue against me, and my thoughts fade away as I arch my back. He suckles at my neck, his tongue and lips working along my skin, building up that coil of tingling pleasure inside me, and I curl my arms around his neck again.

"Tell me if you need me to stop," he grates out, before he pulls back to look at me. "Because otherwise, I will not."

How does everything he say manage to turn me on more?

I kiss him, because I don't know what else to do with the build up inside me at his words. It's been so long

since I felt this good, this desired and aroused, and I find that I'm throwing myself into this moment as if it's something special.

And maybe it is. I've never felt so free and alive.

He kisses me back, that clever tongue of his starting up a rhythm that makes me wonder just what it can do when applied lower. I want to snake my arms into his shirt, but I'm dimly aware of the buzzing around us, the gentle hum of chatter and the beat of jazz reverberating through the speakers, and I settle for dipping my fingers into the neckline of his shirt. He feels silky, the short down of brown fur that seems to cover his entire body like velvet beneath my fingers. It makes me want to run my hands over his entire body to see if the texture is the same everywhere.

He shifts beneath me, his hand coming to my cheek as he once more pulls away, before throwing his previously discarded jacket over my shoulders. His eyes are all desire as he settles back into the sofa once more, but there's a small, mischievous smile on his lips, and he pulls me down to rest sideways against his chest, so that his jacket covers us from view.

"You surprise me, Grace," he murmurs, trailing slow circles up my inner thigh. "This is much naughtier than I expected from you."

"It was your idea," I huff quietly, shifting my hips involuntarily at the sparks that fly through me when he grazes lightly against my panties.

He bites his lip through his grin as he watches me, and offers me a long, sensual swipe from seam to clit. "Yes," he says huskily. "It was. And I'm going to enjoy every second of this."

I open my mouth to reply, but just then a waitress appears beside us, and I jerk in surprise.

"Charcuterie board for the couple," she says, and I try to turn and sit up, but Oli's arms clamp around me, holding me firmly in place as he begins a deliberate rhythm against my clit. My mouth falls open as a zing of pleasure and shock lances through me, and my thighs involuntarily squeeze his hand tightly in place.

"Thank you," Oli says, as calm as anything. His slides his finger to sit beside my clit, and begins to make small, quick circles as he speaks. "Leave it in the middle of the table, if you will."

I clear my throat, trying to keep my face blank and my body still. I'm responding to Oli's ministrations in an amplified way as the waitress turns her gaze towards me, and my heart rate ratchets up in my chest.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?"

I try to respond, but Oli quickens his fingers and all I can do is fist my hand against his shirt, beneath the jacket covering us.

"She's just a little cold," he responds for me casually. "We're alright."

"I can bring another heater over?"

"What do you think, darling?" Oli turns dark, amused eyes my way, and finally slips his finger away, giving me a moment of relief as he trails it down the side of my panties. "Shall we get a heater?"

I take a gasped breath and clear my throat again, quickly shaking my head. "No, thank you." My voice is breathy even to my own ears, and I find Oli's wrist and clamp it like a vice as his finger slips under my panties. "I'm fine. We're good. You can go. Thank you."

"Are you sure?" The waitress tips her head, and oh, god, she's not leaving, and Oli isn't stopping . "It's no trouble, we have a few spares."

It takes all my willpower to keep my face neutral as I blink at her, and Oli's finger prods lightly at my quickly gathering wetness.

"Nope, no, I don't want one. Thanks."

The pad of his finger slides up and down along the seam of my pussy, and I want nothing more than to grind against his hand. His eyes are entirely on me now as his thumb makes a gentle landing by my clit.

"Alright, then," the waitress chirpily replies with a shrug. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"Right, will do," I choke out. Oli nuzzles his flat nose against my cheek, his warm, gold hoop smooth against my skin as he starts circling his thumb beside my clit again.

The waitress leaves and I turn a glare on the man who's locked me against his chest and skyrocketed my pleasure quicker than I've ever experienced, all while someone was unsuspectingly witnessing it.

"Oli," I hiss, and even though I'm still gripping his wrist I don't pull him away as his thumb continues to move. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Mmm," he hums as his nose snuffles its way to my ear. "Perhaps."

I pull back and open my mouth to berate him, to tell him he could have waited, but as we lock eyes, he curls his finger suddenly into me, all while his thumb never stops circling, and the only sound that falls from my lips is a gasp.

Something about his expression melts as he watches me, features softening as his eyes dart back and forth between mine, drinking in my response, and he whispers, "Beautiful."

His thumb finds a steady rhythm to match the languid way he starts to pump his finger slowly in and out of me. I can feel the muscles of his forearm shifting, and my thighs tense, squeezing him as I desperately try to stop myself from rocking along with him.

The fact that I can't move in case anyone notices what's going on heightens every little twitch he makes inside me. He feels incredible. I've never felt so sensitive in my life, and soon my breaths are falling in quiet little gasps as a tight coil of pleasure builds within me.

"I… Oli…"

"I've got you, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice rich and deep, and he starts to pick up the tempo, his thumb moving more rapidly as he adds another finger. "Nobody can see a thing."

"Mmm." That's my best attempt to hide a moan as he draws attention to our public display, and he notices, his free hand sliding down from my waist to grip tightly at my ass.

"You like that, hmm?" he practically drawls, and he nudges my face to the side with his nose, so I'm forced to look out at all the patrons surrounding us. Nobody's near us, but nobody's all that far away, either. His hot breath tickles my neck, and his voice dips as he continues against my ear. "The fact that you're being such a naughty girl, right here in public, without anybody noticing a thing? You're flooding my palm, darling. You do like it, don't you."

I gasp, squeezing my thighs together. I feel like I can't breathe, trying desperately to keep myself quiet.

"Oli, I… I'm…"

"You're going to come."

Jesus, I am. It's barely been any time at all, but the pleasure is building within me so potently, so quickly, I'm afraid I'm going to reach the crescendo any second now. He nudges my chin with his nose again until I'm looking at him, and though I'm losing focus I stare into his brown eyes, my brows furrowed and my breath barely escaping me.

"Can you keep quiet?" he asks, his gaze bright as he starts to curl his fingers more deliberately. "Can you keep your sweet little sounds a secret? Or will the entire courtyard hear you when you come for me?"

I whimper and drop my forehead to his, a desperate tension clenching every fiber of my being. His lips brush tenderly against mine, and I snake a hand up to his chest, digging my nails into him as his thumb begins to practically vibrate against me, matched by the quickened movement of his two thick fingers inside me.

"Oh my god," I whisper. "Oh my god."

"Yes," he breathes back. "Please, darling, come. I need to feel you." Another brush of his mouth against mine, and then he suckles my bottom lip and bites down, just hard enough to send a zing of sensation through me and tip me over the edge. I bury my face into his neck and curl in on myself as a wave of pure bliss lashes through me, bursting out across my body, and I do everything to contain my sounds and remain still.

His arm once more curls tightly around me, pressing me into him as his fingers continue to pump and his thumb to draw the quickest little circles. Just when I think I'm going to come down, he jerks his hand suddenly and one last spike of pleasure rips through me, surprising a squeak out of me, and I bite down into his neck to stop more noises.

His chest vibrates with a low, quiet moan at that, his arm tightening further as he drops his face down to place a kiss on my shoulder, where his jacket has partially fallen away.

I take in a deep, ragged breath as the last of my orgasm fades, and flop loosely into him.

"Are you… trying to… kill me?" I pant, as he draws his jacket back over my shoulder.

He chuckles huskily, finally slipping his fingers free and leaving me feeling empty, wanting more. "The next time you let me do that, I'm going to make sure you can make as much noise as you need. I've never heard anything more erotic than your gasps."

A shiver runs down my spine, and I push myself up to look at him. "Take me home and fuck me, right now."

The hand at my waist snaps up to the back of my neck, and he shoves himself forward, leaning me back as he slams his lips against mine. His tongue demands entry this time, lashing at mine possessively, and I feel his chest rumble against my palm as he licks out my mouth the way I imagine he'd lick out my pussy.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he growls when he pulls away just as abruptly, and I smile lazily, satisfied and wanting more at the same time, somehow.

"Take me home, Olistaire."

His eyes darken and he pulls his wallet out, throwing a handful of hundreds on the table without looking.

"Anything you want, princess."

He stands, supporting me against him with his arm around my waist, and as we walk out, I can't help but throw a glance at Sera, who's furtively glaring at us through the window while pretending she isn't.

The walk back to the car is cool and quick, and I text Ella to let her know I'll be picking Lucas up tomorrow morning. She responds back with a thumbs up, a kissy winky face, two eggplants and at least twenty hearts.

As soon as we're seated in Oli's car, I grab his hand and hold it in my lap. I've never done anything like that before—not anything like that. I've had four boyfriends in my life, and no lovers. Everything's always been just, well, normal.

Missionary. Maybe a doggy style or two thrown in to spice things up. But something so public, so—so dirty … I never even knew I could enjoy that. And it felt so natural with him. I felt safe enough in his arms to let go, to stop thinking and just be in the moment.

I run my finger up and down along his index finger, and turn to look at his handsome profile. The gleam of his gold nose piercing, the sweep of his strong brows and the cute tuft of his ears sloping out from under his impressive horns.

And the soft, delicious lips that even now curve into a smile as he darts a look at me while he drives.

"What are you thinking?" he rumbles.

"That you're every bit as handsome as you claim I'm pretty."

His smile stretches, and he laces his fingers through mine and brings them to his lips for a kiss. "Thank you."

"You're going to let me suck your cock, right?"

His fingers tighten against mine, and he lets out a long, controlled breath as he leans his head back against his seat. "Fates, help me," he mutters, before turning a corner and sending me another heated look. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

I grin, because yes, I am. I've noticed that when I blurt out whatever's on my mind, he seems to respond well to it. And it's not fair if he's the only one whose words affect me so much.

"I think I can take it," I say instead of answering, and I notice his jaw feathering as he puts a bit more speed into his driving. "You're a big guy, but I'm determined."

He pulls up suddenly, somewhere towards the edge of town center beside the few high-rise buildings they have here, and he slams up the hand-break.

"Stay right where you are," he growls, and then he's out of his seat and opening my door before I know what's happening.

I unbuckle, and when he takes my hand and draws me out, he brings his lips to my ear and whispers, "Wrap your legs around me."

"What?" But before I can say anything else, he's lifted me up and pushed me into the side of his Mercedes, and my legs instinctively follow his orders.

His hard chest is flush against mine, flattening my breasts. Suddenly I can feel just how big he is pushed up against my core, and I gasp.

"You think you can take me?" he purrs, running a thumb over my lips as he palms my ass. "You think I'll fit in this hot little mouth of yours?"

My eyelids flutter as he curls his hips against me, and a whimper escapes me.

"I don't doubt your determination, princess." His voice is dark and low as it rumbles out of him. "You can have as much of me as you desire."

I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze my thighs, grinding myself into his hardness as a frenzy comes over me.

"Olistaire," I gasp, need clawing at me again. "Please . "

He shoves into me, pressing me harder into the cool metal as he lets loose a dark, swift groan. "Hold tight."

And then he hoists me against him, holding me firmly as he strides off towards the tallest building.