Page 15 of Wicked God
Alexander
Itry to remember the last time I was so utterly transfixed by another human being. Maybe Olivia is a witch, or a siren. Maybe she isn’t real at all—a fever dream conjured by my own hunger. Her hazel eyes lock with mine, dark and bottomless, pupils blown wide with want. There’s no mask, no coyness. We both understand exactly where this is headed.
I reach for her hand, my fingers threading with hers as I lead her down the hallway. The house is silent except for the distant, rhythmic crash of waves and the soft groan of old floorboards.
The primary bedroom is drenched in moonlight. Sheer curtains billow in the salt-laced breeze from the window. The bed is made, sheets white and crisp. I turn to Olivia, my hands settling at her waist, drawing her in.
“What’s on your mind, Alex?” Olivia’s teeth catch her lower lip in a way that has my imagination running wild. Her fingers graze the buttons of my shirt, and I can feel her nails dragging lightly across my chest, teasing, torturing. My cock throbs against the confines of my pants, desperate for release.
“Nothing I can share without compromising my manners.”
“I don’t want your manners.” She closes the gap between us. Her lips brush against mine, soft and tentative at first, but the moment our mouths meet, a spark ignites. The kiss deepens, her hands tangling in my hair as I pull her closer, my fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. She tastes like red wine and something sweet, something entirely her own, and I can’t get enough.
Her hands slide down my chest, undoing each button with agonizing slowness. The fabric parts, revealing my bare skin, and she palms my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs. I groan, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking on it hungrily.
Olivia melts into me, her body arching, supple and needy, against my bare chest. Her breath hitches as I slide my hands down her back, finding the zipper of her dress. I pull it down slowly. The fabric falls away, pooling at her feet, and I’m left gazing at her luscious curves clad in pink lace lingerie, her sweet breasts peeking out from the scraps of fabric.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I groan.
With a low, throaty laugh, Olivia pushes me onto the bed. The world spins on its axis, and suddenly she’s straddling me, a vision of beauty and seduction.
The embodiment of everything I’ve ever wanted.
“I need to touch you.” Olivia’s hands glide down my chest. “You can stare at my breasts all you want, but someone has to take charge here.”
“I’m just appreciating the view. Would be criminal not to.” My hands find her hips, gripping them as she shifts above me, her warmth pressing against me, making it impossible to think clearly.
Her mouth hovers a breath away from mine. “You talk too much.”
“Then shut me up,”
Her hands move lower, undoing my belt with practiced ease. The pounding of my heart almost drowns out the sound of the buckle clicking open. She pulls my pants down just enough to free my cock, and fuck, the way her hand wraps around me—it’s like heaven and hell all at once.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, my hips bucking into her grip. Her thumb brushes over the tip, smearing precum, and I swear I see stars. “You’re going to kill me.”
She smirks—that wicked, sinful smirk that drives me absolutely insane—and leans in, whispering, “Good. I want you desperate.”
Her hand moves faster, her thumb brushing over the tip. I can’t take it anymore: I need her. Now. With a growl, I flip us over, pinning her beneath me.
“My turn,” I say, running my hands down the full curve of her ass, my fingers straying just under the edge of her lace panties.
“Alex,” she moans, her hips arching off the bed. “Please—”
I yank her panties to the side, and she’s warm, wet, and so ready for me that it takes every ounce of self-control not to lose myself right then and there. “You’re soaking wet, love, and I barely touched you.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I graze my thumb over the swollen, damp lips of her pussy, making her gasp.
“I’ll spread your legs and lick your sweet little pussy until you can’t even recall your own name.” I gently part her wet folds with my fingers.
“Oh my God—”
Her head falls back in ecstasy as my fingers slide through her slick folds, teasing her sensitive clit. Her body shakes when I find her entrance and slip a finger inside of her, simultaneously rubbing her throbbing nub with my thumb.
“You’re so tight.” I withdraw my finger slowly and thrust it back inside, matching the slow pace of my hand movements. Her walls tighten around me with each movement. “And incredibly greedy. How long has it been since you’ve been properly fucked?”
Her legs wrap around my waist as she rocks against my hand. “Mmm... It’s been too long. I’ve been preoccupied... and had a lot on my plate—”
