A Tragic Wreck (30 page)

“I said. Do. You. Un. Der. Stand?” Each syllable was met with another thrust.

Olivia moaned out in pleasure when Alexander placed his thumb back on her overly sensitized clit.

“Yes!” she screamed loudly as Alexander pushed into her even harder and faster. “It’s yours.”

“What’s mine, Olivia?” he growled, continuing his torturous rhythm.

“My pussy!” she yelled, shuddering around him as he thrusted into her.

“That’s not all that’s mine.” He pulled out of her and quickly flipped her onto her stomach.

“Get on your hands and knees, Olivia.”

She quickly obeyed.

Alexander reached between her legs and wet his fingers with her juices. “Mmmm,” he said. “Always so wet.”

She leaned in to his fingers, desperate for his touch. “And greedy.” He pulled out, trailing his fingers up to her ass. He slowly pushed one finger inside of her.

Alexander leaned down, nipping her shoulders. “This is mine, too,” he whispered.

Olivia moaned, meeting his finger as it explored unchartered territory.

“Say it, Olivia.”

“It’s yours, Alexander.”

He gently pushed his erection inside of her sex, still keeping his finger inside of her ass. “What was that?” He moved slowly inside her, the sensation an overwhelming feeling of fullness.

“It’s all yours, Mr. Burnham,” Olivia whimpered. “My entire body.”

Alexander growled, picking up his pace and pumping into Olivia even harder. “I want you to come again.”

Her breathing increased. “I don’t know if I can.”

Alexander reached around her with his other hand, pinching her nipple. “Oh, really?”

“Fuck,” Olivia screamed out, her orgasm catching her by surprise.

“That’s it, love. Give it to me,” Alexander growled and Olivia fell apart, the orgasm never seeming to end. He continued his relentless rhythm and, within moments, pushed into Olivia one last time, shouting her name in total ecstasy.

It took several moments for their breathing to return to normal, Alexander clutching onto Olivia’s hips as he slowly came down from his orgasm. He gradually pulled out of her and helped her put her pants back on before attending to himself.

Picking her up, he walked over to the kitchen as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He set her down on the kitchen island and kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue. “Well, I’m glad we’ve settled that,” he said, pulling away and heading in the direction of the staircase.

“What’s that?!” she shouted back.

“You definitely don’t only come when you’re on top.” He winked as he disappeared up the stairs to shower before dinner.

After running down the hall to the bathroom to clean up, Olivia returned to put the finishing touches on their risotto, an infectious grin on her face as she thought about the feel of Alexander’s body as it moved on top of and behind her. Would she ever get tired of that man? She highly doubted it.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize when Alexander approached behind her as she stood stirring the risotto, making sure the texture was perfect.

“I’m sorry I worried you before. The last thing I ever want to do is give you a reason to worry about me.” He turned her around and stared into her big brown eyes. “From now on, I’ll make sure I always have my cell on me, just in case. I’m so sorry, Olivia.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Running her hands up and down his muscled back, she felt a familiar throbbing sensation between her legs. Just one touch made her body come alive.

Wanting to forget about how wrecked her nerves were for that half-hour, she simply nodded. “It’s okay. I know it’s stupid.”

Pulling out of the embrace, Alexander looked at her face, her features so soft. There was such a strong resemblance to her mother. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself. “No, Olivia. It’s not okay. I gave you a reason to doubt me. I made you panic and I hate that.”

Olivia cocked her eyebrows, looking at him with a questioning look on her face.
How did he know?

“The bottle of pinot on the counter is half gone. And the corkscrew still out with the cork on it indicates you just opened it. Anyway, it’s not important.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Now, feed me dinner, wench.” He slapped her ass playfully. She loved that side of him. It wasn’t often that the playful side emerged, but when it did, she couldn’t help but feel a warmth oozing through her entire body.

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HAT
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LIVIA
STAYED
in, deciding to forego playing with the band, trying to rest up for the following day. After dinner, she relaxed on the couch with Alexander. As she lay on her back, propping her feet up on his lap, she did some reading. Occasionally, she would gaze at him as he reviewed case files, wondering how she got so lucky to have him in her life.

As he turned a page in the document that he was reviewing, his muscles flexed, bulging the arms of his tight gray shirt. She couldn’t help but smile and stare at him over her e-reader, blushing when she remembered what they had done on that very couch earlier, her eyes now shifting down to the jeans that fell so nicely from his hips.

“Can I help you with something, Miss Adler?” he asked, lowering his dark-framed reading glasses.

Fuck… Those are hot!

“No. Just enjoying the view,” she smirked, licking her lips.

“Really? And how is the view?” His voice was sweet with a hint of humor.

“Slightly obstructed,” she giggled, the effects of the wine coming through.

Alexander put the file he was reviewing on the coffee table. “How is that? Anything we can do to fix that?” His voice changed from playful to serious and sensual.

She gazed into his eyes and simply nodded.

“What do you want, Olivia?”

“You. Naked.” She secretly loved it when he asked her what she wanted. It almost gave her a feeling of control but, deep down, she was well aware that when it came to Alexander, she had no control over what that man did to her.

Alexander stood up, taking off his glasses.

“No. Leave the glasses on,” Olivia said, her breathing growing heavy.

He smiled. “Anything I can do to make you happy.” Placing the glasses back on his face, he stripped off his shirt and jeans, standing inches in front of where Olivia sat on the couch, his erection in front of her face.

“Is this less obstructed, darling?” He looked down at her, her eyes wide.

She nodded, speechless. After nearly eight months, he could still take away her ability to form thoughts.

“Suck, Olivia.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order. She willingly obeyed.

Wetting her lips, she opened her mouth and took him in, licking as she went. He thrust into her mouth, placing his hands on top of her head, guiding her. She picked up the pace, desperately wanting to taste him. Alexander moaned in pleasure when she gently bared her teeth every so often.

“God, I love it when you suck my cock, Olivia,” he said, his breathing becoming labored as he drove faster and faster. “Do you like my cock in your mouth?”

She moaned, her tongue tracing his length as he pushed further and further into her mouth.

He looked down at her as she continued to keep rhythm with him. “Look at me, Olivia.” He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, her eyes wide, unable to avoid his own blazing stare. “Why are you always so difficult? Just tell me you love sucking my cock.”

Her heart raced at his words. Something about the dominant side of Alexander turned her on more than anything, but she liked making him work for it a little. It made her body flame even more because, when she didn’t immediately obey, he became rough, and she liked it that way.

Pulling back, she stared into his eyes. “Yes, Mr. Burnham. I love sucking your cock,” she said sweetly, her soft voice making Alexander twitch with longing.

“Good. Now suck, Olivia. I want to come in your mouth.”

She smiled before wrapping her lips around him. He moaned out as she picked up the pace, taking his large erection in her mouth. She grabbed him underneath and started to caress him, sending him over the edge. He emptied into her mouth, breathing her name as he finished. Olivia reveled in the taste of him as he ejaculated, smiling that she could do that for him.

Stepping back, Alexander stared at the woman in front of him for several moments, making Olivia feel slightly self-conscious.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, breaking the growing silence.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky.” He grabbed her hands in his, pulling her off the couch. “Let me help you with these.” He quickly took off her yoga pants and tank top. She looked down to see that he was already erect again.

“You’re an animal,” she joked.

“Oh, Olivia. You have no idea. You do this to me.” He pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply.

“Get on the couch, but kneel. Lean back so your back is on the sofa, and hold on to your ankles.”

She gave him a questioning look.

“Just trust me,” he whispered against her neck, sending shivers through her core.

She did as he asked.

“We’re going to have to invest in some handcuffs, I think.” He took a step back, admiring the view. “Damn, baby. You look hot right now. I knew all that yoga would come in useful one day.”

Olivia stared at the ceiling, waiting for him. She was starting to become unhinged in anticipation. Several more moments passed and Alexander had yet to move toward her.

“WILL YOU JUST FUCK ME ALREADY?!” she shouted.

Alexander growled and rushed to the couch, positioning himself over her, and roughly entered her.

She knew why he wanted her in that position. Her pelvis was lifted to him and it made the sensation so much deeper. He continued to slam into her in a punishing rhythm and then slowed down, barely moving as he filled her.

“Alex, please,” Olivia begged. “You’re driving me crazy over here.”

A smile spread across his face as he pulled out, teasing her clit with his erection. “Oh, really? Why’s that? Do you want to come again? You’ve already had two orgasms today, Miss Adler. And now I have, as well. I’m not so sure I can come again after that fantastic blow job so I’d say we’re even.”

Olivia’s mind raced. She needed some form of release. She was still wound tight, regardless of the two mind-blowing orgasms she had experienced earlier that evening. She needed to get off again, and soon.

“Don’t you agree?”

Olivia shook her head, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “No. You’re being a tease, Alexander. Just let me come.”

He leaned down, feathering kisses across her chest. “Always so greedy, aren’t you? It can’t always be about you.” He took her nipple in his mouth, biting, causing Olivia to scream out in pleasure. She felt like she was going to come just from the feeling of Alexander’s teeth on her nipple, gently pulling.

“Please, Mr. Burnham,” she begged sweetly, hoping that giving him what he wanted would help. “Please let me come.”

He traced circles around her nipple, his tongue roaming up to her neck. He gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “Well, since you asked so nicely, Olivia, I’ll give you what you want.”

He gently thrust back into her, his motions slow and sensual.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said breathlessly. “I don’t want any space between us right now.”

Olivia obeyed, releasing her ankles from the grasp of her hands, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Fuck,” he exhaled as she met his motion thrust for thrust. “I just can’t get as deep as I want to,” he said. Olivia’s mind reeled from the thought of Alexander being any deeper inside her. She didn’t think she could take anymore of him. She was already filled to the brim and ready to explode after only a few gentle thrusts.

He felt her body tighten beneath him and a smile crept across his face. “Let go, Olivia. I want to hear you scream my name, knowing I’m the only one who can make you come like this.”

He pumped harder and it was all too much for her to handle. “ALEX!” she shouted as she came undone around him, her body shaking as she spiraled further and further down from her orgasm. After a few more pumps, Alexander found his release again, leaning down and biting Olivia’s neck as waves of pleasure overtook his entire body, his orgasm taking him completely by surprise.

As his breathing began to slow, Olivia caressing his sweat-drenched hair, his cell phone started buzzing. He groaned, glancing at the coffee table to see who was calling.

“Damn it! I’m sorry. I have to take this.” Olivia cringed as he quickly withdrew from her, grabbing the phone and running into the study.

“Martin. What is it?” he barked into the phone.

“Sorry, sir. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Go ahead. Any news?” Alexander asked, still trying to catch his breath.

“Miss Adler’s cell phone was never recovered, I’m afraid. It was nowhere to be found. Hopefully someone just saw it and grabbed it. However…” Martin hesitated on the other end.

“Yes. What is it?”

“There is the possibility that the suspect retrieved it. We were able to lock it remotely, but we haven’t been able to track it so it must have been turned off. We will continue to monitor it. Once it’s turned back on, we’ll know immediately.”

“Is that all?”

“No, sir. There’s more. We ran facial recognition of some of the security cams. I just got the report back. And, well…”

“Yes. What is it?”

“It matched a Mark Kiddish.” There was a pause before Martin continued. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s okay. I need to call my sister.”

“There’s just one more thing. We saw one other person on the street the day of the incident. He was sitting on the bench across the street from your building. When we ran facial recognition on him to see if he’s also involved, we got a hit.”

“Who is it?”

“Well, that’s the thing. According to the file, this person died over twenty years ago. Last name is DeLuca. Giacomo Deluca.”