Primal (12 page)

He glanced down at Olivia. Yeah, she was his, and it was time to make sure she understood exactly what that meant.
 

Olivia was finally feeling comfortable in the club, with all the sex noises and naked people walking around, when Adam reached for her hand.
 

“Have a good night, everyone,” he said.
 

She barely had a chance to say good-bye to the laughing faces of her new friends before he was leading her toward the stairs again.
 

“I guess it’s time to go?” she said when they reached the stairs.
 

He stopped, eyes burning with such heat that lust immediately flooded her system, and she nodded, answering herself. “Definitely.”
 

He gestured her up the stairs and through the door at the top where he’d dropped her bag earlier.
 

“Oh,” she said when she saw the room wasn’t empty. The wall on the opposite side of the office housed a technical station with four computer screens and a bunch of other stuff she didn’t have clue what they were.
 

Sitting in front of the wall of screens was a bearded man dressed all in black.

“Olivia, this is Eric, one of our security team. Eric, this is Olivia, my guest.”

Surprise flickered in the guard’s eyes, but it was there and gone so fast she almost missed it. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

Ohh, not only was he handsome and polite, but he had a very sexy voice. “What a lovely drawl you have, Eric. Where are you from?”

Adam, hand on her back, moved her forward, and she shuffled closer to Eric, suddenly very conscious of the way her thighs rubbed together with every step she took.
 

“Born and raised in The Big Easy, ma’am,” he said with a devilish grin.

“Ah, the other L.A.,” she said. “How do you like our L.A?” She listened with half an ear, distracted from what Adam was doing by what she saw in front of her.
 

When she asked him about the screens, Eric glanced at Adam, getting a nod before he explained.

“Overwatch has cameras and microphones mounted all over so the play can be monitored. The ones over there are the theme rooms.” He pointed to one monitor then the one next to it. “These screens hold the views from the dozen other cameras around the club.”

“Is it legal to monitor private rooms?”

“Theme rooms, not private rooms,” he corrected. “Members are fully aware of the level of surveillance as a waiver is part of the membership package that has to be signed before they’re allowed beyond orientation.”

“It’s for their own safety, babe,” Adam said. “And they know it.”

“But what good does it do to monitor from up here if something happens down there?”

“Everyone on the security team wears a single-wire earpiece that routes through here.” He pointed to the switchboard and mike setup to his right, with a boyish grin that awoke some tingles in her lady parts. “Just like in the movies.”

“Everything’s being recorded, too. Right?” She looked at Adam. “Not just monitored.”

He nodded. “Again, for their protection should something go wrong. And ours.”

She pointed to the image of a well-known rock star gagged and strapped down on a spanking bench from camera five. “Does
he
know it’s being recorded?”

“He does,” Eric answered. “We have several celebrity members who depend on the security and the privacy we guarantee.”

Before she could ask how they could guarantee such privacy and discretion in this day and age, Adam reached for her hand again. “Come on. Time to let Eric get back to work.”

He led her to the back wall of the office and what, aside from the biometric lock on it, looked like a closet door. He opened it, and they were in his loft. He dropped her back on the floor, turned to her, and pinned her with a look.
 

“Come here,” he said.
 

That was all it took and the arousal that had been on a low simmer deep inside her all night came slamming to the surface. The look in his eyes, the command in his voice, they worked together to shut her brain down and open up her body. With pleasure her only thought, she moved forward, stopping on the small area carpet where he pointed in the middle of the room.
 

“Did you like what you saw tonight?” he asked as he prowled around her.
 

“Yes,” she said.
 

“Any questions?”
 

He expected her to think? All she could think about was they were finally alone, and he still hadn’t touched her. “Yes. What are you waiting for?”

“Eager, aren’t you?” He laughed, his own eagerness seeming to somehow calm, as hers ramped up higher. “Don’t you worry, little lady. I’ve got plans for you.”

He stopped in front of her, leaning close as he spoke softly. “Last time I had you in this room, my own impatience to be inside you got the best of me. Tonight’s going to be different.”
 

She licked her lips, tasting his breath on her skin, and leaned forward wanting more.

Hunger for his taste filled her soul, and she whimpered. God, she wanted him. She craved his touch, his taste…his body inside her as they connected in the most primal way. The slickness of her need flooded her thighs, and as their eyes met, it was as if there was nothing between them.

“On your knees,” he said.

She didn’t hesitate, just kicked off her heels and knelt on the thin carpet before him. Her heart was pounding so hard as she watched him undo his jeans and shove them to the floor that she imagined he could see it thumping in her chest…the same way she could see his pulse throb in the way his cock bobbed when he stood straight.
 

Adam’s hands gripped her head and pulled her toward him. She looked up at him and opened her mouth eagerly.
 

Olivia thrilled at the feel of his cock as it thickened and got even harder in her mouth. She flattened her tongue against the underside of him and sucked, loving the way he dropped his head back and groaned in pleasure.

“That’s it, Beauty, suck my cock. Tasty isn’t it? You like this don’t you?” he muttered. “Nothing fancy tonight, babe, just relax, and let me fuck your mouth. We gotta take the edge off so I can do you right.”
 

Holding her head still, he began to thrust deep enough the head of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. She fought her gag reflex with every thrust but didn’t pull back.
 

“Oh yeah, take it deep. Tilt your head back, babe. That’s it.”
 
He sighed with pleasure, and tears welled behind her eyes.
 

Her nipples had hardened to a painful point and every inch of her skin was itchy and aching to be scratched by him. She reached forward, putting her hands on his thighs, not to hold him back, but to touch him. She ran her hands up, down and around his legs, thrilling at the hard muscle and soft hair beneath her palms.
 

She wanted more.

Whimpering, she slid her hands up and behind, gripping his ass cheeks and urging him forward, harder, faster. Saliva and cum leaked out the side of her lips, slid down her chin and dripped onto her silk blouse. She tried desperately to drag breath into her lungs through her flaring nostrils and didn’t give her expensive blouse another thought.
 

Adam’s breathing matched hers, harsh and loud, filling the room. She slid a hand deeper between his ass cheeks and pressed two fingers against his perineum. He grunted loudly, thrust deep, and held her there with her nose pressed up against his groin, his scent filling her head as hot cum gushed down her throat.
 

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, petting her head tenderly as she licked his softening member clean.
 

Adam stood there, knees locked, waiting for his strength to return. If he’e tried to walk right then, he would fall flat on his face. By the time he could move, Olivia was simply sitting at his feet, resting her head against his naked thigh, and he didn’t
want
to.
 

He looked down at the top of her head, ran his fingers through her luscious blonde curls, and wondered what he’d done so right to deserve her in his life.
 

Bending low, he slid an arm around her back and the other beneath her legs and lifted. He carried her to the bed and set her down. After tossing his shirt aside, he started peeling her clothes of her body, slowly nuzzling and kissing every inch of soft satiny skin as it was revealed.
 

He felt her gaze on him the whole time, watching him as her fingers stroked through his hair and over his shoulders. She lay beneath him, open, and giving all of herself.

Affection blended with desire as he used his body to show her everything he was feeling. Searching kisses and loving touches soon turned to more as she writhed and rubbed against him. He gripped both of her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head while his other hand slid between their slick bodies.
 

With a smooth swivel of his hips, he had her spread wide, his fingers brushing over the damp curls covering her sex and slipping into the pure wet heat of her hungry cunt. He thrust two fingers deep and rocked the palm of his hand against her clit.
 
She moaned and whimpered, and his blood got hotter, his dick harder.

Small tremors racked her body, and Adam thrilled at the pleasure shining from her bright gaze She was close, so damn close.
 

“Come on, Beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, as he curled the fingers he’d buried inside her in search of that magic spot. “I can feel how much you want me. How greedy your body is for my touch. Come on, baby, come for me.”

He thrust again, curling his fingers even more, and she gasped, her whole body tensing. “There it is,” he crooned, stroking faster. Her pussy walls clenched, and he grinned. “Christ, you feel good. So greedy, so slick and hot and hungry.”

He leaned forward, putting his open mouth against the skin of her neck. He scraped his teeth against her, and she cried out, arching up, hips pumping as she came so hard he wondered if her cunt would crush his fingers.

When she relaxed, he pulled out and quickly flipped her over, tugging her hips up until she was on her knees with her chest still against in the mattress.

“Oh babe, ass in the air looks so damn good on you,” he muttered, running his hands over her soft ass. He spread the cheeks wide and buried his face between them. His thumbs spread her wide, his tongue thrust deep, and his teeth nipped teasingly at the puffy pussy lips. He was getting drunk on her juices, using the fingers of one hand to pump in and out to keep them coming as he licked and sucked them up.
 

She rocked against the bed, her low moans of pleasure music to his ears. Blood flowed south fast, and his cock got harder and harder, wanting desperately to be inside her. He shifted his aim a little, his hand leaving her hot channel to focus on the swollen bud of her clit as his tongue brushed lightly over her puckered rear hole.
 

Her body jerked in response, and he chuckled. “So sensitive. I fucking love that about you,” he murmured.

“Nobody’s…ever…done this before,”
 
she said, gasping and pushing back as he rimmed her. He licked softly then stabbed with his tongue. A shudder ripped through her, making his heart pound and his dick throb.

“Adam, please.”

“Please, what?” he asked as he ran a finger up and down her slit, spreading all her juiciness up and around, enjoying the feel of her at his mercy.

She spread her legs farther, and he rubbed her clit faster as his tongue swirled around her pretty little puckered back entrance until she almost screamed. “Fuck me, Adam! Please!”

“All you had to do was ask, baby.”
   

He moved, grabbing a condom, ripping the package open and sheathing himself as fast as he could. He wasn’t fast enough though, because as he watched, one of her hands slid between her thighs and she began rubbing her own clit, her back arching and falling as she humped her hand.
 

His arm snapped out, and he slapped her ass, hard. The sound echoed through the room, along with her shriek.
 

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” he asked.

“Nooo,” she moaned.
 

He got on his knees on the bed, lining the head of his cock up with her quivering sex. Gripping her hips tightly, he held her in place while he slowly eased inside her. Inch by inch, he filled her up, feeling her tight cunt stretch around him until he was in deep and her insides were twitching around him. Fuck, that was hot.
 

Moving slow, he watched their bodies connect as he eased out and back in, keeping his pace slow and steady.

He watched her eyes flutter open as she lifted her head, pleading with him silently over her shoulder. Her lips parted, and for an instant, he wanted to be fucking her mouth again. She bit her bottom lip, and another whimper filled the room. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” she gasped out. “Please.”