A Hot Holiday Collection

Chapter 2

2

LELAND

I respected Olivia’s parents too much to disregard their separate bedrooms rule. So, as hard as it was, we never spent a full night together when we were visiting them. But when my hot-as-fuck girlfriend came sneaking into my room wearing nothing but one of my old rugby team T-shirts, I wasn’t stupid enough to send her away.

Her parents’ room was upstairs, at the opposite end of the house from hers, and mine was just below that. I’d half expected her dad to be keeping vigil outside her door, and part of me hoped that the reason he’d never done that was because he actually liked me. I fucking hoped so because he would be my father-in-law eventually. Sooner rather than later if I had my way. Which was in serious jeopardy since the jeweler screwed up and the ring hadn’t been ready when I went to pick it up this morning before I met Olivia at her sorority house.

Olivia quietly shut the door to the guest room, then sashayed her sexy ass over to the bed. I sat up and pushed the covers off so I could swing my legs to the side. When she was standing between my knees, I cupped her hips and stared into her gorgeous face. With our height difference, we were almost eye level.

“Do you know how much I love you?” I asked, staring into her sparkling green orbs.

“Almost as much as I love you?”

I shook my head and glided my hands down until they were at the hem of her shirt. “It’s the other way around, baby,” I teased. Then my expression turned serious, and I slipped my hands under the shirt so I could wrap them around her waist and bring her closer. “You’re everything to me, Olivia. My whole fucking world.”

She sniffed and poked me in the shoulder. “Don’t make me cry when I’m trying to seduce you.”

I grinned and gave one of her ass cheeks a light smack. “You don’t have to seduce me, baby. What am I always telling you?”

Olivia giggled and ran a hand over my short hair, sending little tingles down every nerve, straight to my hard cock. “I’m welcome to jump you anytime.”

“Damn straight,” I murmured, my attention distracted by the green satin panties that were exposed as I pushed Olivia’s shirt up to her waist. It was my favorite color and behind the scrap of material was my favorite dessert. “Take this off,” I commanded, letting go of the fabric as soon as she grabbed the shirt and whipped it over her head. With my hands on her hips, I urged her backward, then kicked her legs wide before sliding off the bed onto my knees.

The satin between her legs was drenched, and I buried my nose in her pussy, taking a deep breath. “Fuck, you smell amazing, baby.” I licked up her center over the fabric, and she whimpered, earning her a stinging slap on her ass. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll have to stop,” I warned.

“I will,” she whispered, rocking her pelvis forward.

I licked her again, and she stifled any kind of sound. “Good girl.” Hooking my index fingers inside her underwear, I slowly drew them down her legs until she could step out of them. I began kissing my way up her leg, and as I neared her center, Olivia put her hands on my head, applying a little pressure to force me forward. I paused and glanced up at her with a frown. “Who’s in charge when my mouth is on your pussy, Olivia?”

She sighed and clenched her hands at her sides. “Hurry it up, Leland. We don’t have all night.”

I muffled my laugh against her skin and replied, “Just for that, I should take all night to work you up and only let you come right before you have to sneak out in the morning.”

Olivia gasped, “Don’t you dare.”

Before answering, I glided a finger through her slit, then brought the digit to my mouth and sucked it clean. “You know I can’t resist tasting your orgasms, baby.”

“Thank goodness for that,” she muttered.

I grinned and kissed her in the crease of her pelvis before doing as I promised and eating her sweet pussy until she’d come twice, and I’d had my fill of her juices.

She wobbled a little, and I held her hips until she managed to steady herself. Then I rocked back on my heels and pushed to my feet. I was only wearing boxer briefs, but I was too hungry for her to remove them. I sat on the edge of the bed and before I could do anything else, Olivia dropped to her knees and yanked my underwear down so my dick sprang free.

“Fuck!” I grunted, trying to keep quiet when she wrapped her lips around my shaft without warning.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when she sucked hard and hummed. “Mmm.” My girl had a spectacular mouth, and watching her give me head was sexy as fuck. But it wasn’t what I was desperate for at that moment.

“Enough, baby.” When she ignored me, I fisted my hand in her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to let go with a pop. “Don’t think I won’t keep track of all the spankings you earn while we’re here, Olivia,” I said gruffly.

Her eyes heated, and she licked her lips, making me sigh. “I’m really going to have to come up with some other punishment. You’re not supposed to get off on it.”

She shrugged and smiled with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Good luck. Haven’t you learned in two years that I’ve got a particularly naughty and kinky streak?”

It was my turn to lick my lips, thinking about all the inventive ways we’d gotten each other off. “I sure as fuck have, baby.”

Grasping her chin, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, my tongue thoroughly exploring her mouth and sending bolts of lust to my painfully hard dick. “I need to be inside you,” I growled against her lips before releasing her. I was tempted...so very tempted to forget all about the condom. But I knew if I knocked up Olivia before we were married, I’d be nailing shut the coffin holding my relationship with her dad.

But as soon as the ink was dry on our wedding certificate, all bets were off. I intended to put a baby inside her on our wedding night, and if that didn’t work, I’d keep at it until it happened. Luckily for me, Olivia had mentioned wanting to start a family young. She’d double majored in education and language studies—she had a knack for them and spoke five fluently. She’d recently landed a job as an editor for a company that specialized in translations, which she could do from anywhere.

I wouldn’t have to wait long to fulfill one of my weird fantasies. For some reason, it turned me the fuck on to think about fucking Olivia with her big belly on display between us. Whether it was my inner Neanderthal or knowing we’d created a life together, I didn’t know. I didn’t care why; it was something I craved, and I intended to have it.

“Grab a condom from my bag, baby,” I whispered. It was on a chair right behind her, just a little too far for me to reach.

Once she’d found the foil packet in the pocket, she ripped it open with her teeth before taking out the condom and rolling it down my long, thick cock, making me groan. When she was done, I curled my hands behind her thighs and bent her legs as I lifted her to straddle me.

After another deep kiss, I let go and scooted back until I was sitting against the headboard. I crooked my finger, and she eagerly crawled over into the same position.

“Take me inside you,” I grunted as I moved my hands to cup her ass. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock, and I buried my face in her neck to muffle my blissful moan. Damn, after two years, she was still virgin tight. Once I was fully sheathed, I curled my arms under her knees and held them wide open, spreading my legs at the same time. Then I bent my knees slightly, planting my feet in the mattress and giving her a little support as she leaned back onto her hands. This position gave me a fantastic view of her glistening pussy and the erotic sight of my dick moving in and out of her.

I loved watching as we became one, then coming out covered in her essence, like a stamp of ownership. And Olivia—being the amazing and sexy woman that she was—had taken to keeping herself bare after I’d mentioned it one time. She said she wanted my view to be unobstructed, which was hot as fuck, and I’d given her multiple orgasms as a thank-you.

Using my feet as leverage, I raised my hips just hard enough to bounce her on my cock. She bit her lip and dropped her head back, her walls squeezing me like a vise. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I rasped as quietly as possible.

“Now who deserves a spanking?” she quipped sassily.

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing and slapped her pussy. Her whole body shuddered, and I almost felt bad that she was practically choking on her effort not to cry out. Except it felt too fucking good and my mind was quickly distracted when I began to punch my hips up in a steady rhythm.

As passion overtook my senses, I thrust faster and harder, making the bed squeak in protest. Unfortunately, the movement banged the headboard into the wall, causing us both to freeze and listen hard.

After a minute, we didn’t hear any movement, and I was sighing with relief when Olivia bore down on my cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck . I chanted in my head to try to keep from saying anything out loud.

I had just enough sense to know that we couldn’t stay on the bed. Irritation at her parents sparked inside me because they’d changed out the furniture in the guest room since the last time I’d visited. A little part of me wondered if her dad had done it because he suspected what we’d been up to and thought the noisy bed and loose headboard would keep us from fucking under his roof.

I almost laughed at the thought of him realizing it was usually Olivia who instigated sex at her parents’ house. Moving my hands to her ass, I held her close so I would stay inside her as I shifted to the edge of the bed. Then I slithered to the floor and set us in the same position, but with my back against the bed.

Except I didn’t hold her legs this time. As we began to move again, I extended my arms to cup her tits, brushing my thumbs over the nipples. Every time I did it, I felt a ripple rush along her inner muscles, massaging my cock.

As she climbed higher toward her climax, I pinched and plucked the hard peaks. Finally, she grabbed the sides of my legs, and her nails bit into the skin as she reached the pinnacle. I was there a second later and reached down to press on her clit, sending her flying over the cliff with me by her side.

I kept up the thrusting of my pelvis to draw out our orgasms until eventually, we both collapsed onto the floor. We were sweaty, panting, and completely satisfied. Olivia was still straddling me, with my dick buried in her tight heat, but her upper body was bonelessly sprawled against my chest. I bent my head and kissed her forehead. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” I whispered.

Her arms wrapped around my torso, and she squeezed me with a sigh. “I love you too, Leland. I’m so happy you dreamed about a redhead stabbing you two years ago.”

Her tone was teasing, but I felt a punch of guilt that occasionally popped up to remind me that I was an asshole. Not because of the fake excuse to get her to dinner—that had been an obvious ploy, and she liked to give me shit about it. No, the guilt was because no matter how much I tried to make up for it, I hadn’t confessed the real reason I’d asked her out in the first place. Or the fact that I’d been helping Danny keep her best friend single for two years.

But like always, I shoved the feeling away and focused on the truth. I loved Olivia more than anything. She was mine, and nothing would ever change that.

Not without a hell of a fight.