The Big O (The Virgin Diaries) (13 page)

“Lead the way since we are staying the night.”

I turn in his arms once again to face him. “Is it creepy we are staying here? You know, with my dad under the same roof and I’ll admit it now I still have My Little Pony posters on the wall.”

“I’m not driving and you’re not driving, so I’m thinking My Little Ponies are making me horny right now.”

“Wow, easy sell, there Hot Cop.” I pat his chest as I make my way up the stairs to the back door. I’m walking up backwards and he’s guiding each step I take. I don’t second-guess his actions, only follow.

Once inside the house I take the lead, making the way to my bedroom on the bottom floor. A flight of steps down from the main section and we’re in Olivia land. It’s like an amusement park filled with my childhood memories my Pops never touched. He could have the ultimate man cave from cold beers to a pool tale, but he’s chosen to leave all of my things in place. My cradle my mother rocked me in is now filled with my favorite stuffed animals from Rainbow Bright to Rainbow Dash the pony.

Oren’s thankfully tangled in my lips and hair as I guide him back to my bedroom. There’s one room off to the left of the stairs. It’s hard to see among all my childhood and teenage memorabilia.

When the back of my calves hit the mattress and his hardened center collides into me, I know it’s the time. Now or Never. Oren’s ready, clearly with his bulging cock, which is typically on display during our make-out sessions and I’m in love.

I fall back easily onto the bed, lifting my tank over my head, and shimming down my shorts until I’m left only in lacy panties and a skimpy bra that reveals an escaped nipple.

“Your dad,” he pants out, tugging down his own jeans.

“He’s out. He pounded six beers and won’t wake until seven in the morning.” I slip my panties over the hump of my ass cheeks, spreading my legs as far as they can go until I feel Oren settled between them. The courage and boldness over taking my actions shocks me, but I know it’s the need of wanting all of him.

“Are you sure, Olivia? I won’t be able to stop, baby, once I start.”

I press my palms to his broad shoulders. “Just don’t break my heart, Oren.”

“I’m not here to break your heart, Olivia.” Oren’s deep brown eyes peer up to me. “Trust me.”

I only nod swallowing a lump in my throat.

Oren relaxes back down between my legs. I’ve felt his bare flesh before, but like this between my legs compares to nothing.
Okay, maybe meeting Mickey Mouse for the first time.

Salty tears begin to roll down both of my cheeks as Oren’s fingers slide in and out of me.

“Olivia, are you okay?”

I nod against his broad shoulder and let the tears fall from me. I’m unable to decipher if they’re happy or sad tears. All I know is they’re rolling off me like Niagara.

The ripping of a packet is the next sound I hear. Oren performs his signature move of clutching my wrist and dragging it to him. He wraps my fingers around his growing cock and then rolls my fingers over the condom striding down him. When I reach the base, I grasp it.

There’s so much I’ve never done with him. Each time it’s been Oren pleasing me and now with his want, need, and hunger in my hand, I feel powerful. I could reign over countries with this mass enveloped in my palm.

Oren dips his face low until his lips reach mine. He calms my nerves and reads my mind like so many times before. My hand slips from his base to the tip of his cock clothed in a condom and then finally roams to his ass cheek.

“You ready, Olivia?” His deep husky voice sends streams of ecstasy up my spine.

I nod into his flesh, unable to talk, paralyzed from all the emotions and feels sprinting through me. The tip of his cock nudges in me, and I groan feeling the same sensation as his fingers. His hips flex again, thrusting more of himself into me and it stings and with his final thrust, I bury my screams of pain and pleasure into the flesh of his shoulder.

“Olivia,” he groans into the tender nape of my neck.

“It hurts,” is the only reply I can muster up.

“Fuck,” he growls out. “I never should’ve. I’m so sorry. I got greedy…”

“Shut up, Oren. I want you and I want this. I love you.”

He makes another subtle move with his hips and it burns like a motherfucker. He repeats the slow motion over and over again until the friction is inviting just like his fingers when they swirl my sensitive bud. I focus on his smell and smile as he works his hips into me.

I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades until his flesh comforts me. Each of his thrusts into me sends painful shockwaves throughout my body, but it’s the flesh on flesh contact that keeps me grounded. His lips on my neck and hands wrapped around the back of my head steadying me.

I never ask him to stop or slow down. Each time he pounds into me it’s an addictive time of pain I begin crave and even though he’s on top, my hips begin subtly moving against his. I grind on him, feeling relief and also that same familiar feeling of desire pooling low in my belly.

“O…”

Oren never finishes his thought as the jagged tips of my nails sink into him and writhe harder and faster, finding my release. His grunts are deafening in my ear as he lets go, but never stops, slowly working his hips into me. It all feels like a dream until he speaks.

“Is this the ass of a pony?” He raises up a figure and between the light of my cellphone with social media alerts and the old school alarm clock on my nightstand, I spot the outline of Fluttershy’s bright yellow tail.

“Yes, it’s my pony.” I squirm underneath Oren but don’t let our connection separate.

“You never cease to amaze me, Olivia, never.” He rises up. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

My fucking panicked voice taunts me like no other.
I mean, really could I just scream was this the fuck and go drive thru? Because we don’t supersize around here for anyone, not even hot cops.

“I’m going to wash up and will be right back. Quit panicking.”

Oren pads out of the room to the right and flips on the bathroom light switch. Must be his ninja detective skills that lead him in the right direction. The faucet runs for a bit and then the toilet flushes before I hear his size eleven feet making it back my way.

“Olivia,” Oren whispers.

“Oren,” I whisper right back.

“Jackass.” He lets out a hearty laugh. “I’m going to clean you up. Thought you might be asleep.”

“Your dick isn’t that powerful,” I taunt.

Oren’s covering me head to toe in an instant, attacking me with his lips until I’m near coma status.

“What was that you were saying, Smartass?” he whispers into my ear.

I fumble a few times to produce a coherent thought until I give up and feel him snake down my body again. A warm damp rag is dragged carefully through my folds. He’s gentle and caring all the while just winding my horny ass up once again. A quick dart of something cold and wet laps through me, causing me to scream and buck up into him.

“Olivia, this is my dessert.” Both of his large palms splay across my pelvis as he sinks my hips back into the mattress.

His fingers were amazing and his Tony the Tiger magical, but that one dart of his tongue was out of this world. The sound of the rag being tossed aside brings me back to reality and then peeking up, I spot his wavy brown hair between my legs.

Without thought or care, I weave my hands into his hair and push him further into me. When his tongue makes contact again, I scream and buck. One of his hands races up to my mouth to cover it as his tongue begins working overtime inside me. He adds his fingers which are much gentler this time, letting his tongue do most of the work.

It only takes one swirl of his tongue, thrust of his finger, and buck of my hips to set me off once again. Oren presses his hand harder down into my screams and all I can do is buck up harder into his mouth. After each aftershock of pleasure subsides, my entire body collapses back into the mattress.

My brain thuds in my skull and then comes back to its senses when Oren weaves his way back up to me.

“Guess you just got the full meal deal.” Sleep is heavy in my voice.

“No,” he responds. “I wined and dined on the most exquisite feast ever.”

I nuzzle into him, burrowing both of our naked bodies under the blanket. Our legs intertwine like old habit and I seal to him likes he’s my oxygen.

“I love you, Olivia, I’ve loved since I laid eyes on you in your classroom. I’ve never believed in love at first sight until you. I just hope you don’t break my heart.”

I perch up on one elbow. “I’m not here to break your heart, Oren.”

S
ticky
and extremely tangled bodies are all we seem to be these days. When he knocks on the door at three in the afternoon or one in the morning I’m dressed and ready for him and by dressed I mean naked under the sheets.

“When is Dr. Sex coming over?” Scout asks, rolling her eyes.

“He gets off at ten if all goes smooth on his shift.”

“I’m taking my Ambien, Tylenol PM, Vicodin, and Valium cocktail now, so I don’t have to hear the two of you sappy asses.”

“We’re not loud.” I toss the throw pillow at her.

“Oren, stick it in my butt, please. Ride my ass until sunset,” Scout mocks, dry humping the back of my couch.

“I’ve never said that.”

“I know.” She shrugs. “But be honest, the curious part of you wants to know how it feels rimming that asshole.”

“Go search Tinder, Bitter Betty.”

“Oh, I will and watch ample amounts of porn to drown you two out.”

“You are so full of shit, Scout.”

“Oh really, Miss Backbend off the bed while getting drilled and then performing the perfect back 360, landing it on your rug.”

“You didn’t knock.” I stand to my feet ready to retreat, knowing the story she just recounted was spot on.

“I was getting my charger.”

“Don’t be a Jealous Jill.”

“For fucksake school is out, enough with the graphemes and making me sound out shit.”

“Oren or Dr. Sex will be here any minute, BTW.”

“Oh, cute now your language of choice is texting acronyms.”

“LOL.”

“Hey, have you thought how you two are going to pound uglies while camping with your father? I mean, in the same trailer.”

“We haven’t discussed…”

“Oh wait, you lost your V card under his roof, so you’re probably a seasoned expert at whorin’ around.”

The door opens to our apartment, alerting Pedro to a serial killer. Oh wait, it’s my handsome hunky cop, but Pedro barks like he’s about to make Mexico the fifty-first state in the US of A.

“I was so dumb to break my lease on my apartment.” Scout stands and salutes Oren like any good soldier would before retreating to her bedroom.

“Hey.” I stand and go to Oren.

“Hey you.”

I kiss him quickly before guiding him to the kitchen and setting him down at the table and giving him his dinner. I know it’s been a rough night for him since he only replied in one-word texts.

“Hungry?” I slide the chicken and rice his way while climbing into his lap.

“Starving.” He kisses me in his fashion, deep and hungry. “Starving for you, Olivia.”

“Aren’t you romantic?”

“I need you now.” He rises from the chair and carries me to my room, kicking the door shut behind us, but like any good cop he makes sure Pedro enters before kicking it shut.

He tosses me back on the bed and then begins stripping off his uniform. I’m dying to ask him to do a little dance for me, but the look in his eyes is not one to mess with. We’ve had full out sex only three times now and each times it’s been gentle and with me on my back and him on top protecting me.

His broody eyes tell a different story tonight. He needs more and a lot more than I’m used to giving him.

“You okay, baby?” I ask and stare at him pulling down his boxers.

“I will be in a minute.”

He makes quick work of peeling off my athletic shorts and ripping my tank from me. His lean and strong body covers mine, assaulting every single inch of it with his hot kisses and licks.

“Condom,” I breathe out when the tip of him nudges my center.

“Not yet, O.”

He slides down my body, leaving trails of kisses from my sternum all the way until he reaches my pelvic bone. My man knows me well.

“You spoil me.” I intertwine my fingers in his hair, relishing the way his hot breath tickles me to the core.

Oren peers up at me and his gaze is as soft as his caress. He strokes a gentle growing fire inside me with his fingers. My hips meet each of his strokes while every other body part anticipates the sweep of his tongue on my center. My heart pounds wildly in my chest until I can feel it beating in my own ears.

His tongue takes the first sweep against my sensitive bud, causing me to buck further up into him. Oren’s fingers pick up speed as does each flick of his tongue. A delicious shudder begins in my body as he continues swirling and working me over. Both of his hands grip into my ass cheeks, hoisting me up further into him and I’m shocked at the impact of his gentle grip. It sends me over the edge of passion, screaming out his name.

It takes moments for my breathing to settle down to an even beat. Oren works his way back up to me, lazily dragging his tongue up my bared flesh until he meets me face to face. I detect a flicker in his intense eyes before he punishes me with his lips, leaving a stinging bite on my bottom lip.

He rolls me over until I’m on top of him. Using my palms, I push up into a sitting position, confused and dazed from one of the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced.

“Your turn to be on top, Olivia.” Oren grabs a condom from the top of my nightstand with one hand on my hip. I swallow tightly as I watch him use his teeth to tear the foil packet. He hands me the rubber to sheath him. It empowers me to know he wants this with me.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” I look up to Oren through my hair cascading around my face. “You’ll have to help me.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” Both of his hands grip into my hips gently lifting me, aligning me with him. His nearness is already overwhelming, putting all my senses on high alert. He’s gentle as he eases me down on him.

He’s huge, filling me all the way. I find it still hurts a bit, but once Oren begins his gentle movements, the bit of pain disappears, leaving behind breath-taking sensations.

“Move with my hands,” he grits out.

His teeth sink into his bottom lips as he keeps eye contact with me.

“Holy shit. Stop.” I plant both hands on his chest.

“Are you okay, baby?” He uses one hand to brush my hair away and cup my cheek.

“It’s too much. I mean, I’m going to go in like three more seconds.”

A devilish grin covers his face. “I know. I’ve thought about the look on your face while you were riding me all day at work. Just enjoy it. Take it slow.”

His touch, voice, and smell kindles a stronger fire of feelings for him that I never knew possible between two people. I follow the rhythm of his one hand guiding me and lean into the other one clutching to my face. My nails dig into his chest with the movements I make.

A passionate flutter arises at the back of my neck and I know I’m so close. I don’t want it to end, but the pain of being so close is deliciously taunting me.

“Go, Olivia, Go. I’ll fall with you.”

His deep voice coaxes my hips to move faster and land harder at his base. I struggle to keep quiet as the pleasure tears through my soul, leaving me sated. Oren grunts and then growls out my name as he pushes up from the bed deeper into me, letting go of his own release. I collapse down on him more in love than moments earlier.

“That’ll do Hot Cop. That’ll do.” I pat his chest and smile when I feel his tender kiss on the top of my head.

“I bought us a tent,” he says after we both have a chance to catch our breath.

“Oh yeah?”

“Figured it might get awkward in a trailer with your dad and I’m not sure if he’s okay with us sleeping together.”

“I’m not ten,” I counter.

“It’s a respect thing.”

“Trust me. I’m sure my Old Man knows we’ve done the deed thanks to Scout.”

“Speaking of Scout. How’s she doing?”

I prop up on my elbow, admiring his gorgeous brown eyes for a second before speaking. “I’m not sure. I’m pretty sure she’s already had rebound sex, but besides that, she’s pretty quiet.”

His stomach growls quite loudly, causing Pedro to fire off in a shower of barks.
That damn dog.

“Get dressed and I’ll go reheat your dinner,” I say, slapping his chest and forcing myself to untangle from him. “Hey, why were you so moody when you came in?”

“Shitty day and I needed you.” He winks at me while jumping into some jeans he’s left here.

“Guess, you got what you wanted.”

“And I’m not done tonight either.”

His threat sends chills down my spine and they land right in my panties. “No shirt, please.”

“Olivia, are you using me for my body?”

“Hell yes I am.” I watch him zip up his zipper. “And leave them unbuttoned.”

Oren envelopes me in a bear hug, showering slobbery kisses all over my face as he walks out into the living room until we’re in the kitchen.

“Are you guys decent?” Scout hollers from her room.

“El Si,” I shout right back, popping Oren’s dinner into the microwave for a few seconds.

“God, Olivia, you’re a screamer.” Scout takes up a seat at the small oak dining room table.

“No, I’m not. It's just Oren is a sex god.”

“Ugh, shut up about sex and being in love already,” she replies while studying her phone. “So, are you working tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” I reply, setting Oren’s plate in front of him. “Dad has a new guy coming in.”

“Holy shit,” Scout exclaims.

“I know. Surprised me too, but I guess he’s finally figuring out I’m not going to ever be a mechanic and he needs help.”

“You’d be sexy as hell covered in grease,” Oren says around a bite of food.

“God, you two are disgusting.” Scout rolls her eyes.

“Now you know how it feels, but anyway, planning on leaving right after work. Dad’s pulling the trailer and we’re riding with him and before you ask, Oren bought a tent for us.”

“That poor tent; there will be baby batter everywhere,” Scout chimes.

“You jealous,” I taunt and by her reaction she’s genuinely surprised by my comment. I’m sure she expected me to be grossed out. Between her and Oren, they’ve brought out my inner wildcat.

“You’ll be strumming your clit-tar in your parent’s camper.”