Olivia Thirlby: Alone in a Crowd
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It was hot; even early in the morning, not even eight yet, it was hot. The temperature was building for what promised to be another hot, humid day and whilst occupying a convention centre with thousands of excited, closely-packed fans for a comic con event it was bound to only get worse. He was already looking forward to his shower later back at his hotel, taking a moment to think about the cool, refreshing sensation for a moment.
“Look alive, doors will be open soon, gotta be ready!” someone said in an irritatingly cheerful voice as they passed him, one of the people helping co-ordinate the event.
“Yeah yeah,” he muttered, taking a sip of his coffee, “asshole,” he added under his breath. It was far too early for people as chipper as that. He was a stunt co-ordinator, scheduled to spend some time chatting with fans and such at a table linked with a film he was working on currently, though he didn't know quite who was that interested in talking to him. As he made his way through the hall he noticed the Dredd stand, with cut-outs and other items from the set surrounding the table where the people would sit and sign autographs. He didn't know who was slated to appear, he'd heard a few mumbles of people but they so often dropped out due to other filming commitments.
He had worked on Dredd, among other things; He was really pleased how that film had turned out, how gritty and direct the action had been, and working with the actors had been a treat as they'd been professional, passionate and dedicated to the picture. He had to admit, he'd especially enjoyed working with Olivia Thirlby, not just because she'd been excellent fun, but because she was gorgeous, sexy and had flirted up a storm with him during their close working relationship, during which time he'd got up close and personal with the curves of her toned, feminine body. That was all back in South Africa though, on location, again in the heat as they'd worked through the atmospheric filming of Dredd. They were pleasant memories to accompany him as he walked through the rest of the stands and tables to find where he would be working, sipping his coffee as he made his way to his seat and got ready to face the hoards of fans that would soon swarm the massive arena.
It was exactly as he'd anticipated, with the centre rapidly filling up with borderline rabid fans, all eager to get a certain autograph, piece of memorabilia or place at a talk by some of their favourite stars. He was pleased to see people so passionate for everything, especially given he'd worked on some of it, but it was gonna be a long day. He spent the first few hours with barely a moments break as he worked with the others on his stand meeting and greeting fans. Whilst he wasn't signing autographs so much, he was still involved with lots of chats, finding that a lot of the people making their way to their stand were quite knowledgable, leading to lots of interesting talk that melted the time away rapidly. When they broke for lunch, he paused to take a breath, realising how hungry he was in that moment.
Standing up from the table, he gave a stretch and a quick wave to the fans still waiting about, presumably for them to restart afterwards, then walked off through the now packed arena area to find some lunch. As he worked his way through the heaving throng of people, wearing all sorts of costumes from every TV show, movie or comic book imaginable, including some people that perhaps shouldn't have been, he headed back past the Dredd stand once more, and that's where he saw her; Olivia Thirlby, in all her beauty, feverishly signing autographs for a long queue of fans, hair dyed golden blonde and wearing her full Judge Anderson outfit as she was also doing photographs at extra cost. His feet paused of their own accord as he stared at her for a moment, taking her in, watching her smile for the fans as she hastily signed photographs for them, other members of the Dredd team doing the same down the table. It was a joy to see her again, and looking like she'd stepped out of his memories at that, just as gorgeous and compelling as she had ever been.
“Damn,” he muttered to himself, feeling all those lustful desires creep back into him as he gazed at her, lost in her work. Stirring his feet again, he continued walking, working his way through the mass of people to get lunch as he'd planned. He managed to find himself a sandwich and a drink, heading to a quieter spot to eat it. Luckily they had an area away from the fans, so they could enjoy a quick break in peace, allowing him to take pleasure in his sandwich given his empty stomach. After enjoying that and finishing his cold drink, much needed in the heat of the place now it was packed with people, he took a couple of minutes to just rest and recuperate, his thoughts straying unrelentingly to Olivia. Seeing her again just brought back so many memories, not just of her directly but the great time they'd had working on Dredd in Cape Town. He also felt the anxious, irritating desire for a cigarette; he'd smoked casually for a few years despite his fitness, but was trying to quit now, doing well overall but sometimes he just needed a cigarette and now was one of those times.
Taking leave of the lunch area, he made his way through some more people to a door into a staging area outside the main hall. It was quiet, thankfully, and with a small amount of relief he pulled the slender packet of cigarettes out of his pocket, putting one into his mouth before finding his lighter. With a few snaps it ignited, eliciting a nice flame which he touched to the end of the cigarette, immediately soaking through the paper and letting him draw in a deep, relieving breath of tobacco smoke, feeling the sensation spread through him as he closed his eyes and stuffed his lighter back into his pocket. Just holding his breath, he relished that first inhale, even if he knew he shouldn't and needed to kick the habit. Idly starting to walk about a little, he took another deep drag of the cigarette, feeling his tension melting away and relaxing as he sucked at it. Pulling his phone out, he skimmed through it, seeing what people were up to and essentially looking at it for the sake of looking at it until he heard footsteps. He didn't turn to look until he heard a voice.
“Still smoking then,” she asked. Turning, his eyes widened and heart squeezed as it skipped a beat as his gaze stopped on Olivia Thirlby, approaching him slowly with a smile. He pushed his phone back into his pocket as he took a moment to suck another breath through his cigarette, letting his eyes scan up and down her as he did.
“Still smoking hot then,” he replied with a smile, blowing the smoke up away from them. Olivia's smile turned to a bashful grin as she walked up, her Dredd costume creaking a little.
“How you doing?” she asked, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
“I'm doing good thanks, how are you? Didn't know you'd make it to this,” he said, returning her embrace and taking her in again.
“Yeah they're pushing the movie so they wanted me to come to this. It's cool, but this costume's a lot to deal with when I have to wear it all day...as you know,” she finished, rolling her shoulders to shift the weight of the leather on her body. He did know, since he'd worked closely with her to help her move effectively in the hefty, restrictive costume.
“Yeah I remember, it was tough back when we were filming,” he said, remembering the trouble with it.
“Yeah, though I was a bit more active back then. All I have to do today is sign autographs and pose for photos with people,” she said.
“And make sure they don't grab your ass,” he said with a smile, pulling the last drag from his cigarette and dropping the butt, grinding it under his foot.
“They wouldn't dare,” she responded with a laugh. He raised his eyebrows and gave another glance down her toned body, suggesting that perhaps he'd try it given their chance.
“So how many of these things do they want you to do?” he asked, since it sounded like she'd be busy with them for a bit.
“I'm not sure, certainly a few over the summer, all as promotion for the movie,” she said.
“Fair enough, all part of the gig really,” he replied.
“True. How about you, what you doing here?” she asked.
“Just here with the production company for this film, I'm filling in because they asked, but I don't typically have to do these things. Nobody knows who I am, unlike you,” he replied, giving a smile.
“People know your work though, whether they realise or not,” she said, then gestured to herself with a smile.
“I guess so, and there's certainly enough to do, lots of people to talk to out there,” he said, realising that whilst he may not be recognised he was known in a way.
“There are, so many,” she said with a knowing, somewhat hopeless smile, knowing they'd never get through everyone.
“I bet there's a lot more here to see you than me,” he said with a smile.
“Perhaps,” she said quietly, looking away a little shyly as he took her in again, looking over her Anderson outfit. He glanced at his watch and realised he should be getting back, silently cursing that it would break this moment between them.
“I gotta get back to the stand, meet those fans,” he said, unable to hide all the disappointment from his voice.
“Yeah, I should as well, carry on with the autographs, photos and all,” she said, taking a breath, steeling herself for it mentally. There was a pause, a moment between them, that he seized upon;
“You got time after? You know, grab a drink or something,” he asked, his heart suddenly pounding, making sure to keep his voice calm and level, confident. It was a casual request, but realistically he knew he was asking her out. She paused a moment, looking at him, her own heart racing as she contemplated it momentarily.
“Sure, when we get done with all this. Send me a message,” she said with a smile, since he did already have her number from their time in South Africa. Stepping forward, she craned up to press her lips to his cheek, leaving a soft kiss before she turned and walked away, back towards her duties.
“Will do,” he said with a smile he couldn't restrain, watching her ass in the leather trousers as she headed back out the door to the ordered chaos of the main area. In the silence of being alone, he realised how fast his heart was beating, thumping against his rib cage in the aftermath of the somewhat bold move he'd put on Olivia Thirlby.
But it had worked. God it had worked.
He took a few deep breaths, slowing his heart, and then headed back towards the main area, out into the crowd to thread his way back through to his stand. He worked his way past the dozens of surging fans, past the stands and sellers, pausing as he passed the Dredd stand once more. Olivia was getting back into place, sitting down and having a word with someone, not even glancing his direction as he moved through and back to his own stand.
Resuming his own seat, settling into it, he got ready to face an afternoon much the same as the morning of talking about their new movie. His mind wandered to Olivia though, and it took a while before he properly focussed again, managing to set her aside for later and set his mind on the task at hand. Aside from a pause for a coffee in the afternoon, it rattled past in a hot, noisy barrage of questions and fan interest, the clock sweeping round and round as it ticked the hours away in the heat of the arena.
When it was all over, closing down about 6, with people buying their last items or grabbing final autographs before filing out, he walked from his stand through the now much-emptied arena. He of course checked in on the Dredd stand, but saw a line of people still waiting, queued up for their autograph or chance to be photographed with a now somewhat frazzled looking Olivia Thirlby. He figured she would be there a while and headed on out, working his way out into the fresh air; it was cool, fresh, enlivening. Taking it in, he headed down the street towards a bar, getting his phone out to text Olivia as she'd asked, figuring the worst that could happen was she'd ditch him if she changed her mind and he'd still get a beer. He messaged her to say where he would be going, explaining briefly where it was from the arena, and then headed there to sit down with a beer. It was pretty quiet, the evening having not got going yet, sipping through a cool, much-deserved drink in peace as he watched the muted telly, taking in the sporadically incorrect subtitles that flashed up on the feed.
He was into his second one by the time he felt his phone vibrate, flicking it on to see a message from Olivia, saying she'd be with him in a few minutes. His heart immediately surged, and he took a deliberate breath to calm down, keeping his cool as he sipped his beer like before. He barely took in the TV for the following minutes before she arrived, stepping into the bar and looking around. He paused in signalling to her, taking her in; her golden blonde hair, simple top and jeans thrown on after the day playing Anderson to hundreds of fans, just wanting to kick back. Putting his hand up, he waved to her, catching her eye, at which she immediately smiled, a broad, genuine smile and walked over to him, up the few steps to get to his table at the side of the bar.
“Hey,” she greeted warmly as he stood up to meet her, lightly embracing her and kissing her softly on the cheek.
“Hey, been waiting long?” she asked, even though she knew based on when he'd text her earlier.
“Not too long, just enough to get through a beer and chill out a bit,” he replied, signalling to the table.
“Yeah sorry, it took a bit to get away from all that, so many fans...” she trailed off, seeming a little caught out by the interest of the day.
“Yeah well, everyone wants their autograph. What you drinking?” he asked, pointing to the bottle indicatively.
“Just grab me a beer,” she said casually, sliding onto the stool at his high table.
“Got it,” he said with a smile and stepped down to the bar, starting to fill up now as the evening got going. He had to wait a couple of minutes, then grabbed a couple of bottles of beer and headed back to the table. Several of the other patrons were checking Olivia out as she casually swiped through her phone, oblivious to the attention she was getting. He sat back down and placed the cold beers on the table, watching as she took a last few seconds of going through her phone before closing the screen.
“Sorry, always things to catch up on,” she said, putting it away into her bag.
“Yeah the world never stops, but you can ignore it,” he said, referring to the way he liked to escape from everything by just letting it pass him by sometimes.
“We all need to really don't we?” she said, taking a sip of her cold, refreshing beer.
“Definitely. So how was the con today?” he said, referring to the convention they'd spent the day getting through.
“Hot, that outfit is tough to wear and when it's in a hot arena like that, it makes it tough,” she said, taking another sip of her beer.
“Well, it doesn't show,” he said, since she looked pretty damn fantastic.
“Thanks, but I'm sure I look like crap. It's been so hot, and all those fanboys that try to squeeze my ass when having a photo with me,” she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head before another deep slug of her beer.
“Maybe you need to give them some of those moves we worked on, Judge Anderson,” he said with a smile, taking a drink of his own beer.
“Yeah I'm sure that'll go over well. I might not get invited back, but then I wouldn't have to spend days like this,” she mused, casually drinking as she considered it.
“I think they might like it, getting their ass kicked by the sexy Judge Anderson,” he said with a smile, teasing her.
“Yeah right, I'm sure that's a real fantasy for them,” she said, tipping her bottle up again.
“I bet it's something they've jerked off to dozens of time, sexy Anderson placing them under arrest,” he said with a grin. She almost choked on her beer and put her bottle down, wiping her mouth.
“Oh god stop. I don't even wanna know what some of them have thought about,” she said, waving her hand and giving a laugh.
“I bet not, but take what you can get, be flattered,” he said with a smile.
“I could look at it that way,” she said, with a little, hidden smile as she sipped at her beer to pretty much drain the bottle. There was a silence between them as he drank his beer, just taking a moment.
“God it's been a long day,” she commented, giving a stretch and rubbing at her neck.
“Yeah, I'm looking forward to a nice shower now,” he replied, feeling the day all over himself.
“Same, once I get to whatever hotel it is, it's way out on the side of town. I guess they grabbed it last minute,” she said, giving a sigh at it all.
“Well, you can come and shower at mine if you want,” he said, his heart skipping a beat as he gave her what was a fairly weakly concealed proposition, an invitation to come back to his hotel with him. She stopped stretching, opening her eyes again and looking at him, holding a seeking look without seeming to stare. There was a few seconds that seemed to stretch forever as he waited to see what she'd say to it.
“Sure, I can come and shower at yours,” she said softly, but with the slightest tremble, as if it was what she'd nervously hoped for.
“Yeah?” he asked, silently cursing himself immediately for daring to question it.
“Yeah, but I mean we'd better shower together, to you know, save water,” she said, loving it now as she took the last drain of her beer. His heart was thumping hard in his chest but he kept his cool as he drained his own bottle in a couple of mouthfuls, Olivia simply waiting with the hint of a naughty smile on her lips as he stood it down on the table.
“You wanna get out of here?” he said after a moment, steeling himself and taking a confident lead of the situation to get what he wanted; her.
“Sure, take me,” she said with the smile spreading, adding just a little edge of naughty humour to the situation. She followed him out of the bar onto the street, feeling the heat still in the air and between them as his hand slipped into hers, taking a confident hold that made her heart flutter, her legs following as he led the way towards his hotel. The evening was warm as the sun ebbed away into sunset, strolling through the baked concrete streets as he led the gorgeous blonde back to his hotel, the few minutes passing in a knowing silence. Getting back to his hotel, they took the stairs to get up to his room, since it wasn't the fanciest hotel and didn't have a lift. They got to his room and he opened the door, showing her inside as he flicked the lights on.
“Not the fanciest place, but it's pretty good. Bet it's nothing compared to the place they put you up in,” he commented with a smile, since she was the big star and he was just another crew member.
“I dunno, I haven't seen it yet. This is nice,” she said, walking into the fairly spacious accommodation and looking around. He locked the door and followed her in, throwing his wallet and stuff down onto the table in the main room.
“It'll do for a couple of nights while I'm here for this convention thing,” he said, standing in the doorway of the main room.
“Yeah, won't be much time to spend here if it's anything like today,” she said, giving a laugh and flopping down onto the leather sofa they'd provided, tipping her head back onto the cushions.
“I'm gonna grab that shower...you coming?” he ventured, feeling the moment stretch again as she lifted her head.
“You go first,” she said with a smile, evidently not wanting to join him as she'd suggested. He paused a moment, hoping the disappointment didn't show on his face.
“There's some more beers in the fridge,” he said, in case she wanted one, and then headed for the shower. He felt a little put out by things, but he still had her back at his place so resolved to focus on that, quickly stripping off his clothes, tossing them by the bed and grabbing a towel as he nipped into the bathroom. He turned up the shower, letting the water heat up, quickly starting to steam up the room as he dropped the towel aside and stepped in, shivering in the hot, enveloping sensation of the water. It was so refreshing, and he put his head under the water to let it completely cover him, sighing in the pleasure of it washing away a long days work in the convention centre. He took a couple of minutes to clean himself before tipping his head back again under the spray, just letting it overtake him, blocking all his senses.
Almost all; because he certainly heard the door to the bathroom, feeling the cool air as it opened, before closing again. His heart immediately went into overdrive, pumping hard as he stepped from under the hot water to wipe his hand across the steamy screen, looking through the glass to see Olivia standing just the other side, looking down at the floor as she matter-of-factly reached back to undo her black bra and then shrugged it down her arms, standing up to reveal her beautifully perky chest and look up straight into his eyes. All he could hear was the rush of the shower as she gave a naughty little smile and reached down to push her matching black panties down, holding his gaze as she pushed them down her slender legs, standing up in her naked glory and kicking them aside. His eyes couldn't help but flick down to her pussy, sporting a neat landing strip of dark hair, looking back up to her as she stepped to the glass, standing back as she opened it and simply stepped in to join him, sliding it shut as her smile turned to a grin.
“I was only teasing about not joining you,” she said, pushing her blonde hair back over her ear.
“That's what I was hoping,” he said, unable to keep the smile from his own face, taking in her gorgeous body, perky boobs and lovely shape.
“So come and get me,” she said, adding a husky edge to her voice as she smiled in a way that told him she was all his. Wasting no time, he confidently stepped to her and slid his arms around her smooth body, pulling her pelvis to his and his now-hard cock, pressing into her stomach as they kissed passionately, her tongue sliding deeply into his mouth, relishing letting him suck as she pulled away from him. He kissed down her soft cheek and onto her neck, making her shiver as he squeezed hard as her toned ass.
“God I've wanted this since South Africa,” she murmured, making clear she'd wanted it just as much as he had.
“So have I, and now I've got you,” he mumbled, turning her and pinning her to the cool tiles, making her gasp as he pressed his teeth into her shoulder, his hand moving round her silky body and onto her perky breasts as the water crashed down over them. Olivia pulled her leg up his side, pushing her smooth thigh over his hip as she pulled her arms around his neck and drew him back into another deep, tongue-twisting kiss, biting and sucking at his tongue this time. His hands groped her humble chest, squeezing intently at her firm breasts and pulling her confidently against him with his other arm still around her slender waist. His fingers slipped back smoothly under the warm shower to her nipple, stiff already, to lightly pinch at it and give it a slight twist, making her give a gasp that caught in her throat.
Entwined beneath the cascading water, they continued to kiss hungrily as their hands explored, his moving down to her ass to give it another squeeze and let his fingertips tease between as he fondled her breasts again and kissed down onto her chest to apply his mouth. Olivia just let him take the lead, pushing her hands down over his strong back, feeling the muscles honed by his profession and realising how he could just take her. His mouth felt sensuous to her as he sucked at her nipple, his tongue sliding round and over it, teasing it a little bit harder and seeming to light up every nerve ending. His fingertips bent to press into her soft body as his other hand probed a little deeper, expertly co-ordinating his actions of pulling back to let his teeth tug at her nipple with pushing his fingers easily into the back of her silky pussy, so wet and ready, yielding easily to let him penetrate as she gave a gasp, arching a little and then groaning in pleasure as he pushed his digits deeper inside given her wanton lust for it.
“Oh fuck that's it,” she murmured as she pushed back into it, helping him to rub up over her G-spot to send a little tingle through her before he slipped them back to just dip in her entrance. His other hand gave her chest another intense squeeze as he stood back up and bit at her neck again, before swiftly raising his hand to yank her head back by her golden hair and bite more intently at her neck, making her give a squeak at the sudden pain, kissed away immediately by him, so attentive and in tune to her right then. Unable to help herself now, she thrust her hand down between them, feeling his strong abs as she did, grasping his achingly hard cock and giving him a chance to gasp, having been waiting for her to do so since he'd grabbed hold of her.
“That's gonna fit so well inside me,” she breathed with a devilish smile, gripping firmly and starting to tug him up and down, wasting no time in building up as she started to energetically jerk his cock, feeling how unbelievably hard he was, though perhaps there was good reason in getting his hands on her at last. He gave a grunt into her ear as she worked at him, her hand twisting and squeezing at him, just working him hard enough to get him going properly before she suddenly took charge and lunged up to bite into his neck in return, making him growl throatily in response but also harden even more in her hand, his hips pushing unstoppably forward to her as she drove her hand firmly to the base of him with a giggle through her clenched teeth on him. With surprising strength that caught him off guard she shoved away from the wall, turning them around and pinning him back against the tiles, sending the cool across his back as she pushed up on her toes to press a deep, lingering kiss to his mouth, holding a moment of stillness between them before she kissed rapidly down him and sank to her knees as she gave his cock a last few rapid strokes. Sliding her fingers back to the base of his cock, she squeezed as she put her other hand on his hip and closed her mouth straight over the bulging head of him with no hesitation, sucking firmly as he groaned and pushed forward a little into her.
“Oh christ,” he gasped, gritting his teeth and dropping his head back against the wet tiles, his hand immediately straying down onto the back of her head, unable to stop himself as his fingers pushed into her bobbed blonde hair, though he didn't push, opting to just let her apply her evident skills as she pleased. And please she did, holding him as she sucked softly, wetly, at the head of his thick cock, taking in every millimetre of his tip, running her tongue round every contour and teasing under the tip to send a soulful shiver through him, trembling at her delicate but focused touch. She tilted her head to just let her teeth graze ever so gently over him, threatening in the hottest, most thrilling fashion, his hand so careful in her tresses as she just pressed them into him perfectly, feeling him bulge beneath her measured bite before she applied her tongue to the underside of his cock and slipped her mouth down him once more, letting his rock hard manhood glide easily into her silky haven and rub softly into her cheek for a contrast of gorgeously velvet-soft stimulation. Olivia proceeded to push down to take him in as deep as her cheek would let her, then started rocking her head so his cock stroked softly in and out of her mouth, using her tongue to twist and tease over the underside in the process for a wonderful mix of sensations.
He managed to hold back his urge to simply tighten his grip in her hair and drive her down onto his cock and make her choke on it, though he imagined she could probably deep throat, just letting his hand rest in her hair as his other slid down to close over hers on his hip. Pulling back slowly off his cock, she rolled her neck to tease the head around in her lips, tonguing rapidly at it from all angles to add a new dimension, making it bounce and jump but her hand kept it down for her to suck on, just pulsing in her grasp instead. She pushed her mouth over his bulging head once more for another soft suck, then pulled back elegantly, rolling off him and letting her front teeth drag over his sensitive head as she opened her gorgeous brown eyes to look up at him, a smile tugging at her mouth as she rolled him out and slipped her tongue beneath his length, down the first few inches of his manhood as she moved him side-to-side across her skilful tongue.
“Fuck you're good at that,” he breathed, hoping she wouldn't stop as she teased him, looking up with her pretty face. She stopped moving him and dragged her tongue up and expertly off his tip to make his cock bounce powerfully again.
“I know,” she said, her smile spreading into a grin before she leaned up to place some soft kisses under the tip of him. She just hesitated a moment, taking it in almost, before she gave the tiniest flick of her eyebrow and closed her eyes again, gripping firmly to pull him down for her to delve down on his cock properly now, immediately taking half of his length and applying her tongue to make him gasp, the sharp, decisive move a contrast to how she had been approaching it. She sucked a little harder and pushed just a bit more into her mouth as she moved her hand off to his other hip, taking a good grip now to evidently go to work on him. Wasting no further time, she slowly pulled back and then started bobbing her head, reciprocating along just over half his length, busily thrusting her beautifully hot mouth on his rock hard cock and using her tongue expertly yet again as she worked. He shivered as she stimulated him just right, her tongue rocking this way and that as she bobbed, hooking the tip into every crevice and contour of his bulging head.
Neither noticed the shower as it cascaded hotly down over them, the bathroom now a dense atmosphere of steam as she sucked at him, holding more tightly onto his hips now as she started to pump her head more vigorously, jamming down harder with every push to take him just a little deeper into her mouth, touching her throat without the hint of a gag each time as she took a different tact with her tongue and pushed it much more intently at the underside of him, working more deliberately just beneath the tip of his cock. His hand had tightened in her hair now, unable to stop himself now, holding her firmly and stopping her pulling off his cock, though she had no intention of doing any such thing. She rolled her fingers to dig her nails into his skin and then, at one thrust forward, held and pushed harder, and rather effortlessly pushed all the way down until her nose touched him, deepthroating him perfectly as he felt the sensations spread through his cock, a most unique and unbeatable tingle that made him pulse even harder as he let out a ragged breath of utter pleasure at it, his hand pulling to hold her close a moment before releasing her to continue her perfect rhythm.
“Oh fuck, goddamn,” he gasped, losing track of himself as he revelled in the sensations of her incredible blowjob. Her hot mouth slid back along his shaft, Olivia applying the perfect suction to him as she resumed her expert motion, rocking back and forth along his cock as she continued sucking just right and applied her tongue again, quite rapidly taking over half his cock into her mouth as the tip of her exquisite muscle curled to apply an ideal pressure to the underside of him. It was more focused and intense now, making him almost pull away from her at the almost overwhelming sensation, hand tightening in her hair again momentarily before he got used to it, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself as she worked, thrusting herself forward more vigorously now, set on her work. Just as he thought he'd got himself under control once more, wanting to enjoy her ministrations for as long as possible, her fingernails suddenly dug into him a little more and she pulled herself down deep on his cock, just as perfect and effortless as before, her skill in doing it only adding to the arousal that sent him to the brink, tipping him over the edge.
“Fuck, oh fuck, don't stop,” he growled, holding her head down for a moment before struggling to release her, wanting to hold her deep but managing to force himself to leave her be, not wanting to do anything to discourage her from finishing what she'd oh-so gloriously started. She didn't disappoint, waiting the moment for him to release her and then continuing to suck briskly, working back and forward quickly now, staying deep on his cock, feeling him pulsing rock hard in her mouth, knowing full well that he was on the brink and intending to finish him with gusto. Another deep push down onto him made him shudder, his cock swelling the hardest it'd been in her throat as she did, telling her it was just a matter of seconds. She could feel his reluctance to grab and take her, like he clearly wanted to do, but she knew it would only take a little push to make him go for it and finish things off properly, aggressively almost, like she wanted him to.
As she held deep, working her tongue and continuing to suck, she slid her hands from his thighs and up onto his, pulling the other one to her head and then squeezing them both into her hair, giving him clearance to take charge. She lowered her own hands to his knees, just holding on as he paused a moment, seeming unsure, and then pressed her into him hard, driving the extra few millimetres to his deepest in her throat before pulling back to thrust into her hot, succulent mouth in earnest. Olivia braced herself and kept sucking, working her tongue as effectively as possible as he pumped hard and fast into her throat, staying deep as he exerted himself in a rushed, overwhelmed state, take everything she could offer in his pursuit of pleasure. He pumped hard into her as she continued to effortlessly deepthroat him, building up in an ascending series, his hands tight in her blonde hair, before he pulled right back to give a few slow, stuttering thrusts across her waiting tongue, his legs trembling in her soft hands as he got to the precipice.
“Fuck, Olivia...” he managed as he slipped it easily back into her throat for a few final, uncoordinated stabs of his cock, Olivia feeling him swelling incredibly hard in her mouth as he was about to burst, before he pulled back and the first hot, salty shot exploded across her tongue, hitting the back of her throat with its ferocity. She immediately attacked the underside of his tip with her skilful muscle, flicking and swirling across it hard and fast as his climax hit, hips bucking, his hands tight in her hair as he gasped with every hard shot into her mouth, unloading copiously as his first few shots hit her throat before the following ones landed thickly across her tongue, which never stopped its work in bringing him intense, building pleasure as he came. He held on for the last couple of seconds, hips twisting before her as it all became too much, his fingers curling into her head as it overwhelmed him.
“Stop, stop!” he gasped, unable to take it anymore. Olivia obediently stopped, her sucking and tonguing ceasing instantly even as she kept him in her mouth. She just stayed put, breathing through her nose deeply in the aftermath, hands massaging slightly at his legs, feeling the slight tremble in them. He by comparison was wrecked, breathing hard and deep, leaning back to rest against the cold tile wall of the shower, grip loosening to just softly stroke his thumbs as her hair as he regained himself, feeling the sweat beading across himself despite the shower, which now seemed imposingly loud. He took a moment to steel himself, taking a couple more deep breaths, then stood again and gave a final squeeze to let a last drop of himself leak onto her tongue, which she obediently licked away before he released her head and let her pull off him. He looked down to watch as she stood up carefully from the shower, steadying herself on his body as she did, drawing herself up before him in all her slender physical beauty, her perfection.
She looked him in the eye, a smile spreading across her lips, one that he couldn't help but return, somewhat tiredly he was sure. She gave a little flick of her eyebrows, then opened her mouth to show huge, thick load resting on her tongue, just extending it a little to accentuate it. His breath just caught a little, heart straining a little in trepidation at what she might do. There was a hesitation between them, then in an instant she turned and spat it into the bathplug, turning the other way and taking a mouthful of water from the shower and spitting that after it to rinse her mouth out before turning back to him with a wide, magnetic smile.
“You were worried then weren't you?” she teased, pressing her gorgeous body against his, her stiff nipples sliding so noticeably against him as her arms pulled around him.
“A little,” he conceded with a smile as she looked up with her beautiful eyes, before leaning up to kiss him. It was deep, intense, intimate, their tongues sliding together in a soulful embrace as she craned a little to reach him, his arms sliding around her, exuding the strength that she wanted to take her, dominate her, teach her, love her.
Their kisses were powerful and energetic, a restrained joining of them in the calm before the storm. The shower continued pouring over them as they entwined, her arms around him, feeling his tight, toned muscles through his slippery skin as his hands moved to caress her chest. Squeezing at her humble breast and letting her hard nipple press into his palm while his other hand slid down over her silky body to her firm, shapely ass, grasping and spanking lightly at it before his hand just slid between. The water flowed endlessly over their bodies in their embrace as his fingers pressed teasingly into her ass, stroking down over her tight asshole, feeling it clench but her give no protest, just testing it a little before continuing down to over the back of her silky, soft pussy. She gave a slight gasp through their kiss as her delicate lips gave way under the lightest touch, her thick, hot juices engulfing his fingers as they pressed between slightly, splitting her puffy lower pout with breathtaking ease in her arousal. Their continued kisses broke as he kissed hungrily over her cheek and down her neck, Olivia tipping her head to invite it as she breathed heavily, his fingertips pushing all the way under to tease at her hard, waiting clit, making her tremble and give a stuttering groan of pleasure as he tantalisingly stroked his fingers from her clit to the back of her pussy repeatedly, just lightly parting the lips and threatening to bury his digits deep inside her.
“Fuck don't tease me,” she breathed, eyes closed as she enjoyed his touch. He just slowed to expertly draw his fingers slowly backwards, a little deeper to separate her pussy and make hips shake, trying to push back. Unable to take any more, she pulled away from his kisses then sank her teeth into his neck, just hard enough to make him give a gritted-teeth groan as she left marks, both of them tensing up, her more so, ready to blow now as she pulled away a little bit, fingernails digging into his back and the muscles she'd been stroking.
“Come to bed,” she whispered huskily, the edge on her voice telling him everything he wanted was there. Pulling away, the shower felt suddenly very intrusive as she pushed the screen back and stepped out, her ass looking perfect, the slender taper of her figure just stunning as she got out and grabbed a towel, not wasting any time being lady like and wrapping herself in it, wiping down her toned shape. He fumbled to shut the shower off, the rush of the water replaced by the quiet gurgle of it draining away as he turned to get out, Olivia already finishing herself up, working to absorb the last of it off one of her gorgeous legs. Looking up with a smile, she stood up with confidence in her beautiful body and grabbed another towel, throwing it into his hands as he stepped out of the shower.
“Don't make me wait,” she murmured softly, throwing her towel aside onto the floor and then opening the door out of the bathroom, a cool blast of air flowing in over them, allowing him to notice her shiver as she walked out. In a hasty flurry he towelled down, quickly rubbing it over himself to soak up the water in his eagerness to follow her, chucking it aside and quickly snatching the light off as he exited to seek her out. Olivia was standing in the bedroom, looking back over her bare shoulder as he approached, almost like she was just waiting to be taken. Intending to do just that, he approached her with a spring to his final couple of steps, reaching out to take a dominant hold of her, only to have her twist expertly in his grasp, so even as he lifted her forwards a little she spun around to lock herself into him, arms around him as she pressed her lips to his once more. Despite her phenomenal blowjob his cock had already recovered, and was now pressed firmly into her tummy, rock hard and ready to slide deep inside her perfect pussy.
“Not so fast,” she said with evident glee, resisting his attempt to push her back down onto the bed and kissing softly under his jaw, feeling his sexy stubble.
“Huh? I thought...” he started, but she was very much in control at this moment.
“I know exactly what you thought, but you're gonna pay me back first,” she murmured, letting it hang for a moment before dragging her tongue up his neck and off his chin in a lingering motion that turned into a grin. There was a pause and then he kissed her hard again, their tongues engaging in battle once more as his hands pulled up her smooth back, fighting for supremacy for a moment before he abruptly yanked away from her, doing the same to her with a hand in her hair that made her gasp, stealing the initiative again as he spun her round on her feet to face the bed, hands grasping her perky breasts hard as he pressed his teeth into her neck, biting and kissing her simultaneously as she breathed heavily in anticipation, holding back to let him lead.
A hand slid down to her pussy again, through her stubbly landing strip to tease her clit with a slow stroke accentuated by another bite to her neck that just made her squeak a little, her hips wiggling and pushing back into her rock hard cock behind her, pussy absolutely dripping and begging for attention. In an instant he kicked her ankles apart and then shoved her hard over the bed, making her catch herself on her hands, now bent over and vulnerable, absolutely sure the next thing she would feel would be his hard cock sliding into her silky pussy. Right now though, she would let him do as he pleased, she was hot and horny and loved to be dominated by a guy being so assertive.