You Distract Me - S01 E44

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You Distract Me - S01 E44

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

Drenched

Please, I'm telling you right now to read at your own risk. I won't be responsible for any complaints or any negative comments. This chapter is rated 18+ according to me, so make sure that you're legal enough to read.

But if you are not and honestly feel safe to do it, that's good too. Hey, it's a free world.

Anyways, 'enjoy'😏

Olivia

What in the hell had I been thinking?

Minutes ago I hadn't been able to sleep, just like the last several days. How could I with everything else going on? My parents, Shayne's emotional suffering and the eminent danger I was in.

It was too much. And all of a sudden, I'd been overwhelmed with the need to be distracted.

Of course I hadn't intelligently thought about it at first. My plan had simply been; seduce Shayne enough for both of us to be distracted from our miseries and then go back to sleep.

But now as I watched her sexy hazel eyes darken even further and felt the dampness between my thighs significantly increase, I knew we'd both reached a point of no return.

We needed this. Badly.

Hesitantly, I placed my shaking hands over her broad shoulders, wondering how I'd been able to carry out my little tease not too long ago.

"Relax," Shayne purred, her hands still gripping handfuls of my backside.

My eyes met hers and I couldn't look away. She was encouraging me and praising me with that one look.

At that moment, my inner goddess came back with sheer force, need and then some more need.

My hands ceased their shaking and moved to the knot on my robe. I undid it and let the silkiness slither down my arms and pool around our laps, leaving me in a peach-colored satin nightgown.

"I don't remember buying this for you," Shayne said, her voice turning raspy as her hazel gaze drank me in.

"I asked Laura to get it for me at the store. I'm not the typical girl who would sleep in satin, but I needed one just in case. Do you like it?"

A cross between a groan and a chuckle vibrated deep within her throat. "It's hard to say. I think I need a better look," she said, licking her full lips.

God, I needed a taste of her mouth so bad. But I had to give her what she wanted first.

"You want a little lingerie show?" I said, giving her the most seductive smile I knew.

"Yes, please." Her voice was so rough and sexy, I'd almost gone over the edge just with the sound.

She effortlessly lifted me off her lap, setting my feet between her and the desk. I pulled out the tie in my hair and let it fall to my shoulders.

"As you can see, it's really short, barely covers my backside," I hummed, lightly tracing the skin under the hem with my fingers. "It's also really thin but not transparent, giving it the element of sight without ruining the surprise behind it."

"I can see that," she whispered, eyes running from my hips to my ankles, and back up again. She seemed to be in pain, her fists resting on each of her knees as she continuously licked her lips.

I was afraid I'd come all over the floor before we would even start.

Running my fingers down my neck, I proceeded my little show. "It's also not too tight and not too loose, just enough to fit comfortably to my body." I brought my hands lower and circled my breasts, moaning when I watched Shayne nearly jump off her seat.

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This amount of teasing was barely healthy for either of us, but it felt so damn good.

"Last but not least, it came with a pair of panties. They're half the size I'm used to, but they make me feel good. I'm hoping you'll like them too."

"Only one way to find out." She stood, easily towering over me. "Turn around and bend over."

Shivers of anticipation ran down my spine as I did as she told, obediently bending over the desk.

With my butt in the air and no idea of what was going on behind me, the wetness between my thighs turned drastic. The sound of her rapid breathing didn't help any either.

"Oh God, Shayne. I don't think I'll be able to hold it."

I shrieked when a hard and shockingly exquisite slap to my bare ass cheek had my heart skyrocketing.

"If you ever try to hold back, I'll give you one of those every time. When I give you pleasure, I expect to see your gratitude in the form of your climax," she husked, rubbing the burning skin on my backside.

I wanted to argue that climaxing during sex wasn't something that had always come easy to me, so when I'd finally do it the first time, there'd be no way I'd manage a second time. And no one was sticking around for that.

Probably one of the reasons why my last boyfriend had ran off while he'd still had his dignity.

Another slap. A softer one this time, probably to get my attention. But the shock still made me yelp and look back at her. Only, I hadn't prepared myself for the sight of her standing over my bent over body, my little nightgown ridden up and exposing my thong-clad ass.

She'd taken her shirt off, revealing her magnificently toned and tattooed body. I desperately wanted the sports bra off but it was impossible to focus on the obstruction when her ripped abs were right there. The V that led down and under the waistline of her Calvin Klein boxers—which I could now see with the shirt off—literally made me salivate.

I wanted to lick her everywhere.

Her thick and dark eyelashes dropped low, allowing only a slit of her bright hazel eyes to leisurely stare down at me, her beautiful mouth slightly turned up at the sides. The impact of her beauty hit me so hard, I hadn't realized my legs had started shaking with the beginnings of an earth-shattering orgasm.

Brutally and fiercely, I chopped up my climax and looked away. I didn't want this to be over so soon. I didn't want to disappoint her.

"I'm sorry," I said, suspecting I'd already disappointed her.

Suddenly, she pulled me up and turned me around, making me sit on the edge of the desk. She wrapped my legs around her waist and gripped a handful of my hair, pulling it back so my face could be tilted up at hers.

She placed a hard kiss on my mouth, pulling away before she could let me respond to it. "Do you trust me?"

My eyes a mere inch from hers, I let her see the honesty in them. "More than anything."

"Good." She placed a soft kiss on my chin. "Then trust me to pleasure you. Trust me to make sure that you're thoroughly satisfied by the time you're exhausted."

I wanted to tell her that the problem was with me and not her, but I didn't. I hoped she'd just see it for herself.

"Okay."

I moved my hands to her abs, marvelling in the feel of them. Near concrete, that they were.

Her body shuddered and tensed for a moment before she took my hands and gripped them in front of me. She pulled open a drawer and took a zip tie, securing it around my wrists.

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"No touching, got it," I said, conflicted between arguing with her and my desire to feel her hands and mouth on me. The latter won for the time being.

"Excellent."

I leaned forward and caught her bottom lip between my teeth, falling backward until my back lay flat against the desk and Shayne was leaning over me.

I released the hold on her lip only to capture her mouth in a deep delicious kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance.

Her hand started to slide from my ankle, over my calf and down my thigh, approaching my hip. When she gripped the swell, her lips left mine.

I moaned in frustration, but was soon reassured when her hot mouth placed open mouthed kisses on my neck. She began to do this sexy thing with her teeth. Bite. Blow. Bite. Blow.

It drove me so insane, I couldn't help grinding my wetness onto her. She ground right back, her kisses getting lower and lower until they reached the swell of my breasts.

"Did I ever tell you how much I fucking love your tits?" she said, gently pushing down the top of the nightgown, immediately exposing the golden-budded mounds. I relocated my imprisoned hands to the space over my head, wanting nothing in the way.

"No you didn't," I breathed, anticipating the feel of her wet mouth.

"How 'bout I show you?"

Without warning, her mouth fell onto my breast, unleashing a series of shudders and moans as she sucked the nipple. She moved onto the next one, and continued her wrath. When she slightly bit around it, I gasped out loud, confused and impossibly aroused by the wonderful pain.

"Olivia, I want you to tell me what you like and what you don't like. If there's something you're not comfortable with, you'll have to tell me, okay?"

I nodded and bit my lip as I watched her rise over me, her form standing between my thighs. Her incredible beauty never ceased to amaze me.

I watched her eyes drop to the apex of my thighs. Watching as her forefingers hooked the sides of my panties and pulled them over my thighs. She shifted my legs onto one of her shoulders so she could slip off the little lacey material.

When I saw her drop them to the floor beside her, my heart started to pound alarmingly fast, but I still stayed put.

Even as she pushed my nightgown up my body and over my breasts, then spreading my thighs wide, I didn't move. Although every nerve in my body was screaming at me to bolt.

Every secret part of me was hers to see. It was unsettling.

"You're so beautiful here, like a flower." My hips jerked upward when she quickly flicked a finger from my entrance to my clit. "So, so wet for me."

I exhaled through my mouth as she tasted my juices on her finger.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet. Don't hold back, baby. You'd better come for me."

Upon her words, her head lowered between my legs, inhaling deeply before licking generously upward.

I couldn't hold back my scream.

"You like that?" she asked, her fantastic eyes looking up from my wetness.

"Oh God, yes," I moaned.

"Good." Then all of a sudden, she started to feast, keeping my thighs captive in her grip, warning me to stay still.

Her tongue moved everywhere, lapping at my protective lips, flicking at my oh so sensitive nub and driving shallowly into my entrance.

It felt sooooo good. I was shocked by the sensations her mouth and tongue could elicit. I didn't even care that the entire household might be hearing my loud moans.

When I couldn't stay still any longer, I lifted my hands over my body and placed them against her head, digging my fingers into her hair. Frantically, I started to grind into the delicious onslaught of her mouth, urging her tongue to dive deeper.

Spasms, out of nowhere, began to assault my body. She didn't stop eating me out even as I screamed my release. My body soared exquisitely high in what must have been the longest, hardest orgasm I'd ever had in my life.

Tiny spasms were still attacking my body muscles when I felt the tip of her finger slip past my entrance.

I moaned at the invasion. "Shayne, I couldn't possibly do that again."

"You will. Is this okay?" She pushed further into my warmth, my body shocking me when it recognized the sensation.

"It is. It feels really good." My hands went back over my head.

"That's what I like to hear." She lifted one of my legs over her shoulder and slid in a second finger.

My back arched off the desk. "Mmmm, Shayne."

"You're so fucking tight. This pussy needed some good fucking."

I should have been shocked by her words, but they only made me wetter. How was that even possible? I'd had the climax of my life, and my body was still able to receive pleasure.

I didn't want to get too excited. My body had never reached its peak of pleasure twice in a roll.

But when Shayne went even further in, my entire body went stiff. She found my G-spot in less than a few seconds! Just how skilled was she?

"Ahhh, there it is." Her full mouth curved upward with approval. "Do you want me to do that again?"

"Yes. Oh yes!"

Without preamble and not a drop of mercy, Shayne thrusted in and out of me, fast and hard. So hard, her palm repeatedly slapped my clit in exquisite pain.

My mouth opened in a perfectly oval 'o', accompanying the rolling back of my eyes. An orgasm that was meant for only the strongest of women was quickly approaching, inexplicably frightening me.

In the midst of lifting my arms to try and stop her assault, she multiplied the speed of her fingers.

Our eyes met in the heat.

"Come for me!" she ordered.

Instantly, my body started shaking uncontrollably. An acutely phenomenal feeling pulled around my entrance, and before I knew it, clear white fluid was spraying out of me. I screamed in the highest level of pleasure and couldn't stop myself, even as I drenched Shayne's front.

As the last waves brought me back down from the sky, my body began to feel heavier, only realizing a second later that I was passing out right on the desk with my legs wide open.

If that orgasm hadn't killed me, then I'd just have to do the deed myself before I'd ever have the nerve to look Shayne in the eye again.

I'd rather die.