Watching Over Her Page 8

  My eyelids sprang open and I stared up at him. Feeling faint embarrassment, I made a move to cover my tiny breasts, but he stopped me, grabbing my tiny wrists in his large hands and pinning them up over my head. “Keep them about your head.”

  “I – ” I could feel the heat color my cheeks as my shyness and insecurities took hold of me.

  “You’re beautiful. You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Don’t ever be embarrassed for any reason. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman before. You’ve been like a raging fire in my veins that I can’t seem to put out, no matter how hard I try. And god help me I’ve tried, I’ve really tried.”

  I believed him, every word. My heart swelled and every insecurity I had melted away. “Me too.”

  “Then be a good girl, lay back and enjoy this.” He gave me a smile of reassurance as his head dipped and his tongue jutted out, swirling around my small pink nipple. My body shivered, from the top of my head all the way down to the tips of my toes. When his lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, his teeth nipping lightly, I cried out. As his mouth worked one nipple with expert ease, his hand teased the other.

  Oh, boy had I ever been missing something.

  I released a whimper of protest when he completed his torment of my breasts. But my protest was short-lived as his lips worked their way down the valley between my breasts and down my stomach. Bracing myself up onto my elbows I watched him as his lips slowly moved down my body. With each inch he came lower to my pelvis the stronger the need between my legs became.

  “Please, Evan. Please…” I begged him. “I need you. I need you so much!”

  His teeth clamped down on the elastic waistband of my panties and gave a light tug. I squealed. Evan lifted his head and grinned, his gaze locking with mine, the waistband of my panties still between his teeth. This was even more erotic than what I read about in the steamy novels I loved so much.

  His hands slid down the sides of my body and hooked into the sides of my panties. Releasing my panties from his mouth, he pulled them down my legs in one swift motion, leaving my trimmed pussy completely exposed to him.

  As he straightened I was shocked to see his erection had grown thicker, and longer. “I’m completely naked, but you’re not. Doesn’t seem fair.”

  “It’s the only thing keeping me from fucking you senseless right now, my dear,” he replied, his voice thick with his need and sending another jolt of desire through me.

  He didn’t wait for a reply and I didn’t think that I would be able to speak at this point if I wanted to. The heat of his breath tickled my most intimate of places, making me shiver. All I could do was groan as I forced myself to keep watching. Seeing his head dip and his tongue lick the length of my slit nearly sent me over the edge already.

  “Evan,” I managed to gasp.

  He ignored me. Slipping his fingers between my pussy lips, he spread them wide, exposing my quivering clit. Lowering his head again, his torturous tongue flicked my clit. I jumped and attempted to move out of his grasp – the pleasure was becoming too much for me to bear – but he refused to allow my escape.

  Chuckling, he grabbed my legs and slid them over his shoulders, securing me to him and not allowing me escape from his sweet torture. His tongue returned to my hardened nub. It only took a couple of flicks before the coil that had formed in my stomach gave way and I screamed out, my core clenching and releasing all the tension within me.

  “Oh my. Oh my, my, my. I can’t –” I fell flat onto the mattress, eyes closed, panting hard.

  “Oh you can,” he informed me. Lowering his head again, his tongue ran the length of my slit. My heart stopped a moment as his index finger tested my core and slowly slipped into me. It was good, oh so good. I bucked against his finger wanting more. He gave it to me, he added a second finger and began working my pussy, his fingers forming a little hook and stroking the inner wall.

  My need rapidly escalated, this was insanity, I’d already come and he was bringing me to the brink a second time. “Stop, please, stop!” I begged with tears in my eyes. “I need you in me, please.” I’d never needed something so much in my life.

  “Okay.”

  “Thank god.” I breathed a sigh of relief as he gave me a moment’s reprieve.

  “If you want it, you’ll need to take it,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  Opening my eyes, I slowly sat up on the bed, feeling slightly light-headed from the orgasm and the feelings still racing through my body. He stepped back and motioned toward his groin.

  It took a moment, but I quickly realized what he wanted. With trembling hands, I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and began to peel them down his hips, exposing his massive cock to me. His member stood strong and proud before my lips, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. As I pushed his boxer briefs all the way down I leaned forward and licked at the tip, tasting the salty treat.

  He groaned, his hand sinking into my hair at the back of my head and fisting it. “Stop, or we’ll never get to the best part. I’ll come before I get to make love to you.”

  Make love to you… his words raced through my mind, making my heart soar. It could just be an expression of speech, but I didn’t care. I liked the way the words sounded coming from his lips and I held them close to my heart.

  I was going to ignore him and taste him a second time, but he gave my hair a tug, not allowing me to. Placing his hands on my hips he lifted me up and settled me further up on the bed. “Behave yourself and sit tight a moment.”

  A smile spread across my lips and I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  He chuckled as he opened the drawer to his night side table and pulled out a box of condoms, taking one from inside and rolling it on.

  I watched him, fixated on the sight of him pulling the condom onto his shaft. Moments later, he was back on the bed lying next to me, his hand lazily running its way up the curve of my hip and to my waist, then back again. “Are you sure?”

  Nodding, not feeling even a smidge of hesitation, I replied, “I want you, Evan, I have since the first day we met. You’re different than anyone else I’ve ever met, special; there’s no one else I’d want to share this with.”

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said with a groan as he settled himself between my legs, his dick settling between my moist folds, and stared down at me. “But fuck me, I want you so bad, no amount of masturbation has been able to get you out of my head.”

  “Then what are you waiting for, put us both out of our misery.”

  “Let me know if I hurt you.”

  I nodded, but had no intention of stopping him, regardless of the pain. The fire burning inside of me was much stronger than what he could do to me.

  He lined himself up with the entrance to my core and slowly began to penetrate the place no other man before him had been allowed to invade, a low groan escaping his lips. The sudden invasion gave me momentary pause, but the pain was short-lived. As he pushed in further, stretching me to the point where it felt like he was going to split me in two, to accommodate his massive girth, the pain was replaced with pleasure that I could have only dreamed of. He settled himself deep in me, non-moving. Bracing himself up with a hand on either side of my head, he stared down at me.

  “Are you okay?”

  “So much more than okay,” I breathed, releasing the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding until just that very moment. He appeared hazy above me as I looked up at him through lust-filled eyes.

  “You feel so amazing, it’s taking all my restraint to keep from fucking unloading right here and now.”

  My vision cleared and I smiled up at him. “Then we’ll just have to do it again, and again.”

  He growled. “You’re going to kill me, woman.” Before I could reply, he began to pull out of me. I was about to protest, but just as he was about to remove himself from me completely he slammed back in, making me cry out as a surge of pleasure washed over my body.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist,
I held onto him, my face buried into his neck. It took several thrusts for me to overcome my awkwardness and begin to move with him, our bodies rocking together as one. With each thrust the fire within me increased to the point where an ache began to develop in the pit of my stomach.

  It was too intense… Too much… The pleasure, the pain, and the ecstasy that he gave me with each sway of his hips. I couldn’t take much more. “Please, oh God please,” I cried out.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come over my dick.”

  My body tightened, every muscle until I couldn’t breathe, and then in one monstrous wave of relief my body erupted. Our groans of pleasure came in unison. As I felt my pussy release, I felt a pulse within me as he released during a final thrust, embedding himself in me – balls deep.

  Oh my god!

  “Damn, that was amazing, Olivia. I’ve never had it that good before,” Evan whispered into my ear before giving me a tender kiss on the neck and then one on the lips.

  Opening my eyes, I looked up at him; his exquisite body was a sheen of sweat and his face flushed. He was panting as hard as I was, our breaths working in unison. After a moment of staring into each other’s eyes, he rolled off of me and onto his back, pulling me down to him.

  Smiling, I cuddled against him, one leg draped over his, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart racing against my ear as I basked in the aftermath of what we’d just done.

  “So was it what you imagined?”

  “Mm hmm. More than,” I replied around a small yawn.

  He still sounded worried. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “Not at all.” With a grin, I stretched lazily against his side, my breasts brushing his shoulder, and looked up at him. “Are you ready for another go?”

  Evan mock-groaned. “Insatiable.”

  “Maybe.” My grin widened.

  “Before we go any further, we need to talk.”

  It was my turn to groan. I didn’t want to talk, I wanted to enjoy. And isn’t that my line?

  “Should I be sitting for this?”

  He stroked my hair and shook his head. “No, that isn’t necessary.”

  “What do we need to talk about?” What was there to discuss? We were in a relationship now, weren’t we? My eyes narrowed at him. Or were we? Maybe this was just a casual fling. I was suddenly feeling very confused and insecure. I only knew how I felt, and it wasn’t casual.

  “Rules and regulations.”

  With a giggle, I said, “You sound so military there.”

  Evan shook his finger at me, but there was still a smile on his face, so that was a good sign. “Keep your focus, Miss Vanburen.”

  “Of course,” I wished he’d just come out and say whatever it was that was on his mind. Get it over with.

  “No one can know.”

  I nodded, understanding the need for keeping our…thing…secret, even if I didn’t like it. My father would lose his mind if he knew I’d slept with Evan. He was fine when Evan was a friend, but this was entirely new territory. We’d have to come up with a game plan before revealing our relationship. “What else?”

  “We can’t change anything. As far as everyone knows, we’re still just friends, so we can’t change how we act in public.”

  A tight feeling welled in my chest. “I get it. I totally get it.” And I did on one level. My father was his commanding officer. If Dad took it the wrong way he could cause serious problems in Evan’s career. I couldn’t help the tears that formed in my eyes, though. A few minutes ago I was on cloud nine, I wanted to run to the highest mountain and scream out that I loved Evan at the top of my lungs, but reality swept in and it wasn’t pretty. It had burst the little fantasy I’d had in my mind. It didn’t matter that what he proposed was logical.

  With a sigh, Evan pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the top of my head. It helped. “Please tell me what it is you think you understand.”

  “We need to hide. Carrie will still pursue you and all I can do is stand back and watch it happen.” I looked up into his eyes.

  His mouth settled into a firm line, and his eyes darkened. “First, I have no interest in Carrie. I thought we’d already established that as a fact.”

  “Yeah. I know.” But I couldn’t help the jealousy that coursed through my veins.

  He shrugged. “Truth was that I did once, before I met you. She and I were involved in a physical relationship and we were friends. But it was nothing more than that. We never, ever had the connection I have with you. I’ve never had what I have with you with anyone else for that matter. From the moment I met you, she no longer held any appeal. All women have lost appeal to me, except you.”

  I should have swooned at his words. No one had ever said such things to me before and just looking into his eyes I could tell he meant every word. So why was I still a little pissed? “I see.” Lips pursed, I said, “Well, she still wants you.”

  Evan shrugged again. “That might be. I won’t say she doesn’t, but I don’t want her. Believe me, she’ll never do that again.” He put a hand on her cheek. “I made it clear to her after you left that we’re through, on all levels. We work together and that’s all. Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice in that matter.”

  “Oh.” Relief washed through me, and I had to force myself from falling into a sobbing mess due to tears of relief. At least that issue was put to rest and was a huge weight off my shoulders. He was truly mine now. I just had to keep it to myself for now. Our little secret.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Evan

  Sliding out of bed, I took care not to disturb Olivia, who was sleeping soundly, snoring softly. I pulled on a fresh pair of boxer briefs, went to the balcony, and slowly opened the glass door. Stepping out onto the balcony, I shivered in the cold night air, enjoying the cool sensation on my heated naked skin.

  I should be lying beside her, enjoying our night together. After all, it wouldn’t be very often that she’d be able to spend the entire night without questions being asked. She may be an adult and attending college, but she still lived under the major’s roof. So, instead, I found myself unable to sleep – and that was why.

  Dating the C.O.’s daughter had not been in my master plan to continue up the ranks. If Major Vanburen found out that I’d fucked up the “special assignment,” then I knew he would definitely bust me down a notch or two. Sure, he couldn’t just strip me of rank, not with my spotless track record, but he could make promotions hard and my life on base harder. I shivered, though not from the chill in the air this time.

  Though the major finding out was just one of many concerns. I was still holding on to one big secret – one I was not anxious to share with Olivia, especially considering her tendency to overthink things. I would eventually have to tell her the truth about our original meeting and admit it wasn’t by accident, but instead a plan devised between myself and her father. I had no idea how she’d take it.

  I should tell her now and get it out in the open, especially considering her track record of being lied to by the men she loved, I just didn’t know how. I’d waited way too long, but I hadn’t expected us to happen. I had the best intentions, but then again you know what they say about the best intentions…

  The only thing I wasn’t worried about was Olivia telling anyone, though I could imagine how hard it was going to be for both of us to continue to pretend as if we were merely friends. What if we slipped up around the wrong person? But it was too late to turn back now, not with both of our hearts already entwined.

  With a small sigh, I ran a hand through my hair and returned to the bedroom. Locking the balcony door behind me, I decided not to think any longer about it tonight. What was done was done and I wasn’t sorry. Sure, I was sorry for how things came to be, there were a million better circumstances to have started our relationship under, but not that the relationship existed. We were both too emotionally invested and things had already gone too far to stop and act like it had never happened. Instead, we’d have to go forward,
being vigilant not to reveal the real status of our relationship until the time was right.

  Chapter Eight

  Olivia

  As the days progressed, Evan and I began to settle into a bit of a routine. As we relaxed on his sofa going through my math homework, him twirling a lock of my hair around his index finger, the realization came to me that it had been two weeks since we’d become more than friends.

  The tug of his finger in my hair was sending a delicious shiver down my spine, which was making me want to concentrate more on getting naked with him than making sure my homework was correct.

  Leaning into him, I began to place a string of kisses down the side of his neck, my fingers toying with the top button of his button-down shirt.

  “Stop,” he said, giving me a gentle nudge to straighten up.

  Undeterred, I went back to kissing his neck, concentrating on a spot that drove him wild.

  “Olivia.” His voice was stern. “Stop that.”

  “Why?” I asked, slightly annoyed. He was playing with my hair, he had started the whole thing.

  “You need to focus on the math assignment. Your father will start questioning the benefit of our tutoring sessions if you don’t get your grade up.”

  “I got a C on the last test.”

  He laughed; god how I loved the way his eyes glowed when he laughed. “A miracle, considering how little studying we’ve done.”

  I sighed. He was right, in any other subject a C would not be acceptable to me. I’d been a straight-A student for as long as I could remember. We had lots of time to fool around after the learning was done. “I guess I lack the proper motivation.”

  He eyed me as if evaluating something. “I see. You need a punishment/reward scenario, do you?”

  “Maybe.” I looked up at him, chewing at my lower lip, not sure if I was going to like where he was going with this or not. “What did you have in mind?” Within minutes, he was showing me exactly what he had in mind, and I couldn’t decide if it would help me learn the material or not, but it certainly made studying a lot more appealing.