41. INTOXICATED.
TRIGGER: MATURE SCENES.
A year ago, Olivia slumped to the ground—breaking the empty bottle of Rosé in her hands. Her back against her dorm, she let out an intoxicating sigh, the stench of booze filling the air around her. All the years that led up to this one always ended up this way. The same way, with her drunk and wallowing in her grief.
Olivia wasn’t an alcoholic, so when she actually had a drink or two, you’d know she had hit a rock. And her inebriation was a giant one, tumbling down a grassland hill.
But alas, this year was so much different.
Her hands ran through her hair as she stared into the mirror before her. Her arms scraping her exposed shoulders. “What am i doing?” She asked herself as she heaved a deep breath.
And Luke asked himself the exact same question as his eyes set on the foil package of the condom that laid harmlessly on the table. Liv’s skirt was more than halfway across her knee and the sound of the water rushing into the tub overshadowed her conscious whispers—that only after a few minutes did she turn it off, finally ready. And she walked out of the bathroom.
The lights were off and Luke was by the curtain, a matchstick in his hands as her gaze fell on the wavering candles. He scoffed but she was louder. “Candles” Her voice was nervous as the winds blew the curtains like they were on some of magical island. The thing with how they were going was that they feared to rush things—only to eventually regret it by morning, like the kiss. So it was mutual decision to take things slowly.
Let their bodies align, alongside their souls—if they were going to sin or if they eventually were to live with the regrets of tonight, they were going to make it worth it.
“Be careful not to burn the drapes”
The sound of her voice seethed through his ears as he let go of the matchstick, allowing the smoking edge to drop to the wooden floors. He inched closer towards her, stepping on it, only to see the candle flames ignite in her hazel eyes. “I won’t” Came a promise that seemed deeper than it was. somewhat metaphorical.
His large palms held up the smooth edges of her skin as Liv climbed on top of his feet, her little frictionless with the skin below her. She was consumed by his gaze each second that led up to the second kiss. And after so much time, could you see the the intense passion grazing in her eyes.
They’re lips burst into each other, conjuring newer emotions that they’d never felt and he gripped unto her like a source of life. Luv pushed him too the wall before pulling away and then they chuckled lightly. Each second she took away from his lips was an attempt to quench the fire that burned in the pits of her stomach. However sweet, but somehow still painful. She could feel her heart race as he tugged his fingers against the hem of her top. This was it—this was her first time.
Teenage her would be squealing at this moment because the man before her was nothing short of a god, but an adult version of her was indifferent. But however she closed her eyes to him, allowing him raise the top up to her neck level. It tangled both her hair and arms, forcing them to chuckle. And then the next second, he finally broke free from her. Olivia was carried away by his eyes that it didn’t occur to her sooner that she was now naked—
—braless in front of this man. He pressed her top against his nose, burying his face into it and then slowly, Luke let it drop to the ground. He studied the woman in front of him and noticed how shyly Olivia covered her breasts. He brushed her skin slowly with his index finger, as if navigating every inch of her body and not leaving a piece of skin untouched.
“You’re beautiful” He whispered and Liv’s cheeks were sensitive from the blood that rushed into them. His hands mapped the middle of her breasts before holding against the skin above her rock hard nipple. She shivered the second his palm grazed against it and he scoffed. “Thank you” She whispered, learning to accept compliments from him. His hands held firmly around her gifts as she slowly brought his lips to it.
A moan escaped her lips as Luke worked magic with his tongue, wetting each corner of the darkened lump and she threw her head over her shoulders, having something other than her father’s birthday to remember this day by. Luke grew impatient as he drew his head to her eye level. She noticed how swollen his zip was but she could barely make out the extent in the dark.
It was then Olivia switched over, letting her back rest against the rigid walls now. Her hands fell to his zip, dropping it to the last and she unhooked his belt. His arm rested on the wall above her, surrendering himself to her to take charge. Liv knocked her knees, dropping them to the same lengths of his trouser at his ankle.
But she didn’t get up.
This was the part she’d read in books and seen occasionally in porn. Luke was rock hard, about the same size as his brothers. It was a terrible thing to do, but it was also an interesting comparison that crossed the back of her mind. Only Olivia Sanders had had the privilege of being treated by the Archer brothers.
She felt him rise in the waistline of his Calvin Klein briefs and once her fingers trailed the edge, she unhesitatingly pulled it down, letting his member spring forth like an escaping prisoner. It throbbed on its own, jolting to her every touch and Liv looked up to his eyes above—he had an impressive smirk on his lips and she took that as a go ahead. Her hands were little around his girth but her strokes were concise. His skin was rough before she engulfed the tip with her lips. And slowly and progressively, she went further down his phallus, sucking it with the perfect combination of tongue, teeth and saliva.
A brutal groan escaped his lips as she drew into it. “Careful” He muttered, moving his head to the rhythm of each stroke. Her jerking surmounted his entire body and she gagged, saliva dropping to the floor from her lips. He reached for her chin again, holding it up. “Hey hey” He called, feeling the pressure mount in the same direction of his blood flow and she let go of his penis.
She stood, looking into his heavy eyes.
“Let me please you” He whispered to her and she gulped, wiping the edges of her lips. “Am i not sucking you good?” Olivia asked naively and he shook his head rigidly. “This is not about me. It never was. I want you to enjoy this too” He cut his words short, speaking through the direction of his hands. From around her neck, they dropped down her growling stomach to her thighs that remained exposed from the pants.
He teased the ribbon on her panties and Olivia was already moaning in his ears, unable to utter a reply. He was fiercer, more intensional with his thrusts and she started by drawing circles on her vulva, creating enough tension that made the penetration less painful. Her nails dug into his skin and she moaned.
“Tell me if it gets too painful” She was breathless against him as she shook her head. “I doubt it will” She muttered between gasps. And like the expert that he was, he finally gained entrance through her, shifting her g-string to the corner of her thighs. He thrusted deeper at each count, grazing her heated ears with his lips. “Ten” He whispered and Olivia seemed to have forgotten her existence—why was he counting?
“Nine.”
He became faster, with a vibrating frequency that ran through her entire body. She had goosebumps all of her skin and her eyes were well in the back of her head. “Eight” She saw a light flash before her eyes, one that showed Damien in a split second before she shot them wide open. She looked to Luke, who circled, rubbed, penetrated in rhythmic fashion. The beads of sweat that formed on her forehead dropped down the sides of her face as she dared to close those eyes again.
He was there. Damien.
And she was frown back to the night they were against that shower, the night when the water wasn’t enough to stop them, the night his lips finally caved into hers. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts because she wasn’t just with someone else, she was also with his brother. But there was this heat and tension, like a force running her spine whenever she thought of him.
And he felt good. The combination of the both of them felt good, realism and her very own imaginations. Her moans were deafening at this point as she shot her eyes. Luke moaned as well, going deeper and deeper till her legs came trembling like a volcanic eruption was about to take place.
Threatened to continue, he finally pulled away and she gasped suddenly as if coming out of trance. She was well into it, and she looked to him with her red eyes. His fingers went around the buttons of his shirt, opening it slowly while she immediately grasped the condom in her hands. Impatiently, she tore the cap off—sure more than ever how much she wanted this.
And she struck it in his bare chest. “I want you to fuck me”
He spread open the rubber in his hands and her eyes went down to his penis which was now a little more erect than he was before. And like a wave, he swept her off her feet, carrying her towards the bed. He had a chain that fell from his lips when he placed her below him and the cross fell into her mouth.
“Remember” He whispered.
“If it gets too painful, we could always stop” I guess some part of him sensed from her opening that she was still a virgin but Liv was having none of it. Her hands grasped his firm buttocks as she pressed him into her. First against her stomach, she could feel him frotting, the warmth of his veins and his hair pricking against her skin to create a friction that growled her stomach and then he went further down, spreading her walls with not his fingers this time but an erect penis. One arm next to her, and the other against his lips. he spat into his hands only to rob the tip of the corners of the condom with unceremoniously, he penetrated her.
She grasped him, letting out a shrill scream and arching her back. “You okay” He carefully asked and she hummed, nodded her head. A whimper escaped her lips as he went on. Once slow to pounding against her thighs. The bed creaked in their every movement and Olivia shot her eyes open at him. His were close with his neck tilted to face the ceiling.
He was well into thrusting further into her. He leaned into the missionary position, a way that ensured she got his maximum length and girth and he held unto her hair. The cross was between as Olivia moaned from her lips. “Fuck” She cussed as he went on. Luke sealed her lips with a kiss, letting her moan inside of him as he slipped away the underwear.
He pulled away, flipping her over in doggy. Holding his dick in his hands, he dived into her again and Olivia let out a shrill scream. His whole body vibrated, glistening in sweat as he went on an on, his groans getting more and more deeper. She arched her back, gripping the sheets with her hands. And as if it were a competition, their moans grew louder.
“Fuck Luke” She had to be careful to not mention the wrong name as she stayed in the oblivion that was between the earth and the heavens—Olivia wanted to remain there.
“Fuck, i’m going to cum” He panted, holding unto her waist as he tirelessly thrusted. “Fuck” He felt the blood flow to his member, like a portal opening in his rectum, filling it with sensitivity. And his dick pulsated with the warm liquid running through his urethra. It was then he pulled out of her, letting her fall to the bed like a seizing patient and he tore off his condom, tossing it to the ground. Stroking his dick, he looked down on her as she shook—
—ragingly orgasming with a splash of liquid from her vagina. And he planted his seed on her stomach, dropping every last bit of his warm semen and leading a trail that led up to her chest. His hands met the bed as he let out a deep exhale. Olivia as well, finally catching her breath. And for a moment they just stared at each other from above, letting the silence come between them.
Her hands ran through her hair before settling on her stomach and his eyes darted to her fingers. Rubbing his seeds with one, she raised her fingers to her lips, sucking around the tip. And they both chuckled. “Kiss me” Her chest rose and fell, and he leaned in to lick the remnant fluids that were around her lips before falling to the space next to her. Her penis was limp, falling across his stomach and she turned to her side to face him.
One arm was bent to raise his head as his eyes remained permanently fixated at the ceiling. His pecs bore as she still struggled to catch her breath. “Hey” She whispered. “That was awesome” He turned to her. “You—“ A finger scraped a strand of hair behind her ear as he smirked. “You were awesome”
And she looked to him with fatigue in her eyes and they both laid there in their natural state, the breeze whistling against their skin. Her hands grasped the towel on her counter and she wiped the liquid off her stomach. Wanting to stand up, she just surrendered to his touch, letting his arms wrap around her as her eyes closed.
She muttered beneath the duvet which he raised to cover them both. And finding her, he placed a kiss on her lips—the nth one. And he could do it one million more times that it wasn’t illegal. Or that she didn’t make a big deal out of it.
He loved kissing her, and the smile across her face in that moment, he could tell that she loved kissing him as well. But it was only a moment they could share for so long. Before a knock thundered against her front door and Olivia bolted up.
“Ophelia” She instantly recognized that voice and that name and she felt her heart sank in her chest. She looked to Luke who had his eyes wide open. “You home?” On the other side of the door with Damien which a bouquet in his hands and a letter that held all the things he had to say— that she, like his mother had said, was like Sepha. And he wanted to be the one truly saw her.
But only if he knew how late he was, it would have barely been a thought that he showed up at her door. Especially as she wrapped underneath the duvet with not only another person, but Luke Archer—his own brother. It was then she clutched her lips, saying what she would have sooner or later.
Her stumped and her throat cracked. “This was a bad idea.”
To be continued…