You Distract Me - S01 E54

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You Distract Me - S01 E54

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

Olivia

I flopped down on the couch, heart heavier than ever.

Back at the safe house, Shayne had instructed Freya to take me back to the mansion, of course with severe orders to keep me safe.

She had business to attend to and we weren't exactly on good terms, but I still wanted her with me, badly. I was over the fact that she hadn't told me about my mother, thanks to my father's neutralizing appearance. In fact I owed Shayne a lot more for that.

I got off the couch after an hour of flipping though channels. A nap would do for now, and then I'll get to baking something amazing for Shayne, it was all I could give her.

I rid of my jeans and sneakers as I entered the bedroom, laying on the bed only to pause when something hard under my pillow had me sitting up. I lifted it and found a long slender burgundy box under it. My heart stopped, it looked like a jewelry box.

My fingers inched towards it, first caressing the softness before picking it up and flipping it open. My breath caught.

In it was absolute beauty. A silver chained pendant was lying on it's plush little cushion. A glinting spherical amethyst stone hang from it. It wasn't unnecessarily large, just sizable enough to look snug around one's neck.

"Shayne," I whispered, picking up the little note she'd left under the box.

I didn't have the guts to give this to you myself. I hope you forgive me and I hope you like it. I read, failing to contain my smile.

I put aside the gift, stood from the bed and pulled off my tank top and panties.

I took a deep breath before entering the closet, and walked to the very drawer that nearly clipped off my fingers.

I nudged it open, relieved it was still unlocked. Those intimidating tools were grinning at me, daring me. Without hesitation, I picked the red one. I wasn't going to survive gigantosaurus if I tried.

Placing the transparent box on the bed, I took out the pendant from its box and placed it around my neck.

I was naked as day. Only the pendant adorning my body. I wasn't going to lie, I felt beautiful and powerful.

The door opened behind me.

"Yeah, just call me when you get that file and I'll-" Shayne's sudden pause sent a lighting strike to my heart. "I'm gonna call you back, Mr. Takahashi."

I couldn't help the heat slithering all over my body, but the resolve in me had demolished every trace of nervousness.

I turned around. "Hi."

"H-hey." Her voice was rough, arousingly rough. "What are you doing?"

"Thanking you."

Her eyes jumped to the transparent box on the bed and right back to my breasts. "Thanking me? For what?"

I didn't answer, instead I walked up to her as I watched her eyes slowly look me up and down, briefly stopping at the apex of my thighs. She subtly licked her full lips and met my eyes.

When I was inches away from her, I could feel her rapid breaths fanning across my face as I looked up at her. "Thank you for letting me see my father. And thank you for what you're doing for him."

For a moment, the brutal flames in her eyes dialed down to bright embers. "It's not him I'm doing it for."

I smiled up at her as I cupped her cheek in my palm. "I know." I fingered the pendant. "This was sweet of you, thank you. Were you thinking of me when you got it?"

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"Yes." She didn't hesitate as her fingers skimmed across my hips, my breath catching. "I think of you all the damn time, right now I can't concentrate on anything but you. What are you doing, Olivia?" she asked again. Her hands were now slowly clamping over my hips.

"What do you think?" I slid one hand around her neck and let the other drop to her chest. "Your heart's pounding."

"You're fucking killing me, Olivia. Look, you're not thinking this through. A few hours ago, you were horrified, you don't expect me to believe you want to do this now." Even as she said this, her hands were now cutting the circulation in my hips.

"I've never been more sure of anything before." I pulled off one of her hands from my hips and slid it between my thighs. Her finger immediately dipped shallowly at my entrance. "Oh God."

She groaned. "You're soaked, baby."

I clamped harshly around her finger. "Just the idea of what you might do to me is driving me crazy."

She retrieved her hand and sucked on her finger, her eyes briefly closing. "I'm not going to torture myself by questioning you further, the good Lord knows I've been dying to fuck you like this ever since I met you."

I gasped softly, heat scorching my skin. "Then I implore you not to torture yourself anymore."

"I won't. But first, I need to taste you again." As though on a mission, her head swooped down as her mouth captured mine in a kiss so deep, it took my breath away. I moaned at her taste, moaning deeper when I tasted myself on her tongue.

She lifted me off the floor, wrapping my legs around her waist. Our mouths went back to each other immediately. We couldn't seem to get enough of one another's tastes.

When she laid me on the bed, I tugged at her T-shirt and within a millisecond, she ripped it off to reveal a white sports bra.

Loved the sight, hated the obstruction.

"I want to see you tonight, all of you."

I waited patiently as she paused and rose above me, standing at the edge of the bed and in front of my exposed body.

I pushed myself up, resting on my elbows. "Please."

"Olivia..." she started, raking a hand through her hair.

"Why won't you let me touch you, Shayne?" I said, sounding more upset than I intended. "It's not fair that you won't even give me a reason why you won't let me reciprocate how good you make me feel. I know I'm not experienced, but I'm willing to learn."

She let out an exasperated sigh. "It's not that at all."

"Then what is it?" I sat up, intrigued and still stark naked.

"Can we not have this conversation?"

"No, we are having it whether you like it or not. But I swear, if you tell me it's because you were abused as a child, Shayne..."

Her eyes flared wide. "Where did you get such a theory?"

I shrugged. "Novels, movies, real life even. Now tell me what's really wrong."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, let's not have this conversation."

Something dawned on me just then. "You don't trust me, I get it now." I was genuinely crushed. I trusted Shayne with everything I had in me, but it was clear she didn't feel the same way.

With my desire and anticipation washed down the drain, I crawled off the bed and walked to the closet.

"I've never been touched before."

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I stopped at the doorway, slowly turning on my heel. "What?"

She kept her back to me. "I was eighteen when I had my first sexual experience. I actually waited for the right time and all that shit." She laughed dryly. "I had a thing for my college professor, she was over a decade older than me, and I remember her being the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

She turned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor.

"One night, she invited me to her office, she didn't say why. But when I did go to her she told me she knew about my attraction towards her and she felt the same way apparently. We dated in secret for a couple of weeks until the time came. I never expected her to throw me out after I made her finish. I swore to never talk to her again.

"But I was obsessed with her, and she knew it. So when the second time came, it happened again, she threw me out, a confused and aroused teenager. When it happened ten more times, I asked her why she was torturing me like that. I couldn't believe what she'd said next. She told me I was her pet. That I didn't deserve pleasure. I was simply a tool that was made for pleasuring women.

"The very next day, she died in a plane crush. When I heard the news, I was devastated but oddly relieved. I couldn't believe my luck. I went out to a club the following day and found a girl. I nearly choked her to death when she tried to force her hand down my pants."

A heavy breath left her body, scrubbing a hand down her face. I was too shocked to respond. Even as her eyes rose to mine I couldn't seem to find the words. No wonder she hadn't been too keen on sharing that.

"It's nothing traumatic, just a bad sexual experience," she said, standing and reaching me in two steps. Her hands held my face and turned it up to hers. "Say something."

"I don't know what to say, I wasn't expecting that."

She chuckled. "I guess it's a little heavy."

"A little, yeah. I shouldn't have forced you into telling me. It's not something that should be forced out of anyone's mouth."

She shook her head. "Honestly, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I never realized all I needed to do was tell the right person."

"I'm the only one who knows?" I could feel my heart soar.

"Yes," she said, smiling.

"I'll carry this to my grave if I have to." I stood on my tiptoes and pecked her lips. "Thank you sharing this with me."

She rested her forehead against mine and let out yet another sigh. "Do you have any idea how hard that was knowing you were a few feet away from me? Very naked."

I laughed aloud, my love for her clawing its way out of my heart. I yearned to tell her how I felt right then, but I didn't know if we'd survive two heavy moments at the same time. "Bad timing I guess." I kissed her lips again. "I'll never ask you of this again, I promise."

She didn't respond, she just closed her eyes, our faces still inches from each other. "I'll take everything off."

"Shayne, you don't have to-"

"It's my decision. I only have one condition."

I wasn't so sure, she'd just told me something life altering. "Which is?"

"You don't touch me."

"Done." I was going to take whatever she was willing to give me. Letting me see her was more than I could ask for.

I watched her clench her jaw. "Get on the bed."

Overly eager, I leaped to the bed and sat right at the centre, the once forgotten box now next to me. Don't worry, big guy, we'll get to you soon.

Shayne came to stand at the feet of the bed, eyes on me. She didn't waste any time. She kicked off her boots and yanked off her sports bra in the next second.

Tearing my gaze from her hard look, I studied her breasts. Firm, perfectly round and small. They looked incredibly tender, a stark contrast to her person. I'd never wanted anything more than to lick her tight dark nipples.

I bit my lip, unable to control my squirming.

Too distracted by her perfect breasts, I hadn't noticed her hook her thumbs through the hem of her Calvin Klein underwear peeking out from her sweatpants. By the time my eyes dropped, she'd already pushed down both her briefs and pants. She kicked the garments away and just stood there, naked, her hands fisted on either side of her.

My eyes were glued to the triangle of curly dark hair covering her sex. I craved to take a closer look, but judging by the tense muscles along her body, it was taking everything in her to stay put.

"Shayne, you're magnificent." She really was. In all her tattooed athletic glory, Shayne was an impossible beauty.

She didn't say anything, her clenched jaw tight and unforgiving. This was torturing her.

"Okay, you can dress up now." It caused me physical pain having the strength to say that. I could look at Shayne all day.

Her eyes moved to the box. "That's okay, I'll survive. We have unfinished business."

My core clenched tightly, but I didn't want to cause her any kind of pain. "Shayne, you can dress up. It's okay."

"Get on your hands and knees."

The order came out so low and firm, that my body moved at its own accord, getting on all fours. My gaze looked straight ahead as I felt the box slide away from me. The clinks of a harness stole my breath. When the mattress dipped behind me, every muscle in my body tightened.

"Relax," she said raspily, sliding a finger along my wetness.

I jerked against her, and what I wouldn't mistake to be the head of the shaft butted against my entrance.

"Lay your cheek flat against the bed and separate your knees as far as you can."

I did as she told me, my ass raised in the air, completely exposed. I held my breath as her finger slid into me.

"Relax," she repeated.

When my walls managed to soften around her finger, she slid in another, gently pushing in and out of me, stretching me. I bit my lip against my moans, but then failed to avoid them when she replaced her fingers with her tongue.

"Oh God, yes." She thrust into me a couple more times before lapping at my clit. "Right there."

"As much as I'd love to quench my thirst with your taste, this was merely a preparation."

I didn't get the chance to catch my breath when her hips drove forward.