This Is Not a Test with Olivia Holt

[TheLW]

This Is Not a Test
With Olivia Holt
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Cheating, Reluc
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

It had been six months since Kelli Berglund and I started dating, and I genuinely thought we had something real. She was kind, funny, and the kind of girlfriend who made me excited to come home every day. When she left for a month-long filming project in Vancouver, I kissed her goodbye at the airport, told her I’d miss her like crazy, and spent the first few days alone just counting down until she’d be back.

I was lounging on the couch one quiet Tuesday evening, scrolling through my phone, when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

When I opened the door, my breath caught.

Olivia Holt stood on the doorstep looking dangerously tempting. She was wearing a tight, low-cut white crop top that clung to her curves and ended just below her ribs, exposing a smooth strip of toned midriff. The thin fabric was thin enough that the faint outline of her nipples showed through whenever she moved. Paired with it were very short, frayed denim shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, the frayed hems riding high on her long, tanned thighs. Her blonde hair was loose and slightly tousled, and her makeup was just enough to make her hazel eyes smolder.

“Liv?” I managed, my voice tighter than I wanted. “Kelli’s not here. She’s filming in Vancouver.”

Olivia’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, the movement causing the crop top to pull tighter across her chest and the shorts to ride up even higher.

“I know,” she said softly, her voice low and husky. “She told me about the trip before she left.”

I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes to stay on her face. “Then... what are you doing here dressed like that?”

She didn’t wait for an invitation. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. The faint scent of her perfume, something sweet and intoxicating, immediately filled the entryway.

“I came to see you,” she said, turning to face me. Her eyes traveled over me slowly. “Actually... I’ve been wanting to see you alone for a long time.”

My heart started hammering. I took a small step back. “Liv, listen... whatever this is, it’s not...”

“I’m into you,” she cut in, her voice dropping even lower. She took a step closer, the thin white crop top stretching across her breasts with the movement. “Ever since Kelli introduced us. I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t anymore. I know this would be betraying her, especially after you two have been together for six months already, but right now I don’t care. I want you. I want us to sleep together.”

The words landed like a punch to the gut. I felt heat rush to my face. “Jesus, Liv... is this some kind of loyalty test? Did Kelli put you up to this? Because I’m not doing that to her. Not after we've been together for the past six months. I love her.”

Olivia let out a soft, almost amused laugh. She stepped closer, close enough that I could feel heat coming off her skin. “It’s not a test,” she said. Then, before I could retreat, she lifted herself on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to mine.

Olivia pressed her mouth against mine with careful intention, her lips yielding yet demanding. I remained motionless for a heartbeat too long before jerking away, my hands finding her shoulders to create distance between us.

“Liv, stop,” I said, breathing harder than I should have been. “We can’t. This is wrong. Kelli trusts both of us.”

She didn’t back down. Instead, her lips curved upward as her fingertips skimmed along my collar, leaving trails of heat on my skin. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered, “but don’t you want to?” When she moved closer this time, the warmth of her mouth found that sensitive spot below my ear while the exposed skin of her stomach grazed mine, sending electricity through my body. “It can be our secret.”

My mind was screaming at me to push her away, to tell Olivia to leave, but my body was already reacting to the way she looked in that tiny crop top and those short shorts, the way her perfume wrapped around me. I took another step back, bumping into the wall.

“Olivia, please,” I said, voice strained. “I can’t do this to Kelli. You need to go.”

Instead of leaving, she reached down and slowly unbuttoned the top button of her denim shorts, letting them sit even lower on her hips, exposing the delicate line of her hipbones. “Look at me,” she murmured. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

I closed my eyes for a long moment, jaw clenched. “I... I can’t.”

But she didn’t wait for my answer. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, guiding my reluctant hand to the exposed skin between her crop top and shorts. The heat of her radiating against my hand made my breath catch. Before I could pull away, she leaned in, her mouth finding mine with an urgency that hadn’t been there before.

I tried to resist. I really did. My hands stayed rigid at first, but when her tongue brushed against my lips and her body pressed closer, something in me cracked. The kiss lingered longer than it should have. When we finally broke apart, I was breathing raggedly.

“Liv... this is a mistake,” I whispered, even as my fingers involuntarily tightened on her waist.

“Then make a mistake with me,” she breathed, her hand sliding down my chest.

One thing led to another.

Despite every voice in my head telling me to stop, we slowly made our way up the stairs. I kept pausing on the steps, muttering “We shouldn’t,” but Olivia would silence me with another kiss or by pressing her barely-covered body against mine, her crop top riding up and her shorts riding dangerously low. By the time we reached the bedroom door, the bedroom I shared with Kelli, my resistance was hanging by a thread.

Inside the room, the guilt hit even harder. The bed was still made with the soft gray sheets Kelli had picked out. Her favorite scented candle sat on the nightstand, and a framed photo of the two of us smiled back at me from the dresser. I hesitated in the doorway.

“Liv... we really can’t do this here,” I said, my voice rough. “Not in our bed.”

Olivia turned to me, her eyes filled with desire. She stepped closer and slowly peeled the tight white crop top up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. Her bare breasts were perfect, full and soft, nipples already hardened. She took my hands and placed them on her waist again.

“Then don’t think about it,” she whispered, kissing me softly. “Just feel how much I want you.”

She guided me backward until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I sat down heavily. Olivia straddled my lap immediately, her short denim shorts pressing against the growing bulge in my pants. She rocked her hips in slow circles while her fingers worked at my shirt, pulling it off. Every time I opened my mouth to protest again, she kissed me deeper, her tongue sliding against mine, her bare breasts brushing against my chest.

“God, Liv... this is so wrong,” I groaned when she finally let me breathe, my hands gripping her thighs despite myself.

“It feels good though, doesn’t it?” she murmured against my ear, nipping lightly at my lobe. She reached between us and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding her hand inside to stroke me slowly. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I was breathing hard, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The scent of Kelli’s perfume still lingered faintly in the air, mixing with Olivia’s sweeter fragrance. It made the guilt twist sharper in my stomach even as my body betrayed me.

Finally, she stood just long enough to shimmy out of her tiny frayed denim shorts, kicking them aside so they dangled from one ankle for a moment before falling to the floor. She was completely naked now, her body toned and smooth, every curve begging to be touched.

We moved together slowly at first, me hesitant, her eager. She took control, setting a rhythm both measured and intense, her golden hair cascading down to frame our faces, her chest rising and falling with each deliberate motion. My hands found her hips, fingers pressing into soft skin, seeking stability while her sounds of pleasure steadily eroded my self-control. Our bodies created a percussion against the backdrop of Kelli’s lingering scent that hung in the air like an accusation.

I gripped her waist tightly, my thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, trying desperately to anchor myself to some shred of control. “Slow down... we shouldn’t be enjoying this,” I whispered hoarsely, even as my hips started to move up to meet hers.

“But we are,” she breathed, her voice husky with pleasure. She ground down harder, taking me deeper. “You feel so good inside me. Don’t fight it.”

Every moan she let out chipped away at my resolve. The wet sounds of skin against skin filled the bedroom, obscene and intimate. I tried to close my eyes, but the sight of her riding me, head thrown back, lips parted, breasts moving with each thrust, was burned into my mind.

After several long minutes, Olivia’s lips brushed against my ear, her voice a heated whisper. “ I need you on top of me,” she said, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

Olivia lifted herself off me, and I rolled us so she was on her back beneath me. Her short denim shorts were still tangled around one ankle, a ridiculous reminder of how fast this had escalated. I pushed back inside her with one long, deep stroke, and she arched beneath me, nails digging lightly into my shoulders.

“That’s it,” Olivia gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Just like that.”

I surrendered to the moment, driving into her with increasing urgency while the mattress protested beneath our weight. Conscience still clawed at me, keen and persistent, yet it tangled with an intense, primal satisfaction that rendered resistance futile. With each movement, Olivia’s sounds intensified, her body constricting around mine as she approached the edge.

I felt the pressure building, my control slipping away. “Liv... I can’t hold back…“ My words came out strained as I lost the steady rhythm I’d been fighting to maintain.

Olivia pulled me toward her, lips colliding with mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. “Don’t make me wait,” she breathed against my mouth. “I need this.”

By the end, both of us were sweaty and trembling. I came hard, buried as deep inside her as I could go, pulsing with every wave of release while Olivia moaned out my name in a voice that sounded almost relieved, her own orgasm crashing through her at the same time. Her inner walls clenched around me, drawing it out until I was completely spent.

We fell apart, our breathing ragged. The sheets beneath us, still faintly scented with Kelli’s perfume, twisted around our limbs. Olivia’s head found the hollow of my shoulder, her damp skin pressed against mine, one of her legs hooked possessively over my thigh. Her clothes were scattered across the floor, those threadbare denim cutoffs she’d been wearing now just another casualty of what we’d done.

“So...” Olivia murmured after a long silence, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. “Was that worth the betrayal?”

I stared at the ceiling, the guilt already crashing over me like a wave. My chest felt tight, and the reality of what we’d just done in my bed that I shared with Kelli, hit me full force. “I don’t know... fuck, Liv. What did we just do?”

The End