“Olivia. Look at me.” The absence of my nickname was what made me comply. “I know you don’t particularly like me, but I’d really like to make you come, so stay with me here. Please.” He kissed me tenderly as he moved once more, going deeper than before.
“Wrap your legs around me. Hook your ankles together. Just like that,” he whispered in my ear, capturing my lobe with his teeth. “You feel amazing. I love your pussy.” He licked the shell of my ear. I groaned. “Do you want it harder?” Luke gripped the headboard above me and thrust deeper, which I didn’t think was even feasible. “Tell me you love my cock.” He grunted out his last request, the heat from his body igniting mine.
Instead of responding to his demand, I begged, “Keep doing that,” and found the tingle once more. I tried to grab on to it, matching his rhythm with my own, but again it was fleeting. “Fuck!”
“Are you close?” His voice was filled with hope, his gyrations increasing the closer he thought I was.
“No. That ‘fuck’ was in frustration.”
“Oh. Well, let’s try something else.”
And try something else we did indeed.
Luke flipped me around like I weighed nothing at all, putting me into all sorts of positions, more than I’d ever been in before. First, he was on top of me, then I was in his lap. Moments later he was behind me, driving into me while he stroked me with his fingers. At one point, I was hanging half off the bed, dangling upside down. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I was no closer to climaxing than when we started. It seemed I wouldn’t be able to achieve what I set out to do, no matter what we tried. But one thing was for certain. Tonight was the best time I’d ever had. I thoroughly enjoyed the sex, counting the tingling sensations as a win. They were more than I’d ever experienced before with my three ex-boyfriends. Not to mention the way he went down on me. Good Lord. The man knew how to use his tongue.
Thirty-eight minutes later, we were back to missionary, and I decided it was time I called it. He was in the middle of kissing my neck when I tapped his shoulder.
“You want to try something else?” He raised up, the strain of his weight evident in the bulge of his biceps.
“What else could there be?”
“There’s more. Or we can make some up.” He jerked his hips forward before pulling back, over and over. Quick. Slow. Shallow. Deep. The entire time he kept his eyes on me.
Reaching down, I gripped his waist, essentially making him stop. “It’s not going to happen, Luke. You gave it your best, but I can’t do it. I can’t come. But you can.” I smacked his ass. “You can finish.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“If you can’t come, I won’t either.”
“Don’t be crazy. I’m shocked you held out this long. It’s okay really. I want you to.” I widened my legs, gripped his firm backside, and gyrated against him. “Do it. Fuck me hard and come inside me.”
“Christ, Ollie. Don’t say shit like that.”
This was the first time the sound of my nickname didn’t irritate me.
“Say what? Fuck me hard? Or come inside me?”
“Both, but more the last one.” His lips moved as if he were speaking but he didn’t say anything out loud.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking of everything I can that’s a turnoff, so I don’t explode.” His breaths came short and fast as he pulled out and moved beside me.
“Why didn’t you finish?”
“I meant what I said. If you don’t come, neither do I.” After several minutes of him sitting next to me, he turned me on my side, facing away from him, and wrapped his body around me from behind, playing with my nipple as his warm breath fanned my ear.
I tried to move away, but he trapped me in his embrace. When I tried once more, he grunted and threw his leg over mine to keep me right where he wanted me.
“Stop trying to get away from me, woman.” My third attempt at escape proved futile, so I huffed out my frustrations and snuggled back into him. If he wouldn’t release me, the least I could do was be comfortable. On a sigh, my eyes drifted close. I had no intention of falling asleep, but the rhythmic beat of his heart thudding against my back relaxed me. But my bliss was short-lived when he spoke again, his voice startling me because he'd been quiet for the past few minutes. “I have a proposition for you.”
7
Luke
I went into this challenge excited I’d finally get to sleep with the woman who had been in the back of my mind over the years, often at the forefront.
We’d just finished having sex in more positions than I ever had before during a single encounter with anyone, and I wanted more.
More of her body.
More of her kisses.
More of her sass.
More of the way she looked at me with adoration. The glances were infrequent, and only lasted a second, but when I caught one of them, my heart would swell.
I’d failed her tonight, but I’d be damned if I wouldn’t keep at it until she was completely satisfied. Call it ego or the need to finish a challenge, but Olivia would be screaming my name at some point. The sentiment was what prompted me to say, “I have a proposition for you.”
She pushed her ass back into me, burrowing under my skin the more she allowed me to hold her close. My dick twitched at the tease, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from hardening.
“It’s pointless to try again tonight.”
“I agree.” I loved that she said “tonight.” I doubted she realized what door she had just left open. One I was going to walk through without hesitation.
“Good. We’re on the same page. No more sex.” That damn door almost slammed in my face, but I held it open.
“Not exactly.” I kissed her shoulder, fighting the need to position her on all fours and sink back inside her, reveling at the sight of her gorgeous ass as I took her from behind.
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is I have a proposition for you.”
“So you’ve mentioned.”
I moved back so I could roll her over, needing to see her beautiful face when I continued. Her hair fanned around her and the slight flush to her skin screamed she’d been good and truly fucked. Too bad the satiated look was missing. Something I was all too willing to correct if she’d let me.
Drawing circles around her nipples, I wanted to distract her enough she didn’t refuse right away. My goal was for her to agree, to see the possibilities of something good if she’d commit to what I was going to offer.
“How about this? I continue to try and make you orgasm during sex. Not tonight, but going forward until it happens. I’d be willing to put in the time and effort because that’s how much I care about your needs.” She rolled her eyes. I was completely serious, but my words took on a hint of jest.
“Will you continue to not finish unless I do?”
This is good. She hasn’t shot me down yet.
“Yes.” I trailed my finger over her soft skin, between her breasts to her belly before moving lower, stopping directly above where I wanted to tease. Leaning in, I kissed her softly. “If you don’t come, neither will I.” She lifted her head off the pillow to deepen the kiss, but I pulled away. I loved her groan of frustration; it meant she could stand me a bit more than she proclaimed she couldn’t.