Chapter 14

The car ride had been quiet, but the underlying tension was thick enough to cut. I gripped the leather seat, trying to keep myself from doing something crazy like jumping him.

Sex in the backseat of an Uber was probably a step too far.

Walker’s fists were clenched in his lap, like he too was having to do everything he could to stay away from me.

I liked that. Desperation like this shouldn’t be experienced alone.

If I was going to ache for him, he’d better ache for me.

Once to the hotel, we both walked quickly to the elevator, me with my head down of course. I was learning though, that there was something about hiding in plain sight. It seemed that when I popped up in a place that no one would expect me to be, it was like I was wearing a disguise.

I could only hope that it kept up.

The elevator doors opened and we got inside, and Walker immediately plastered himself against the wall across from me. I raised an eyebrow as we began to ascend.

“It’s everything I can do to keep myself away from you right now, angel. If you don’t want to be fucked against the wall, than I fucking need to keep myself over here.”

I bit my lip and he groaned, staring up at the ceiling like he was praying for deliverance.

The elevator dinged.

“Fucking finally,” he growled, and I squeaked as he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder as he practically sprinted down the hallway.

It took him three tries to get his key to work on the door and then…we were inside.

Walker set me down softly, and I tore at his shirt, ready to get that thing off and touch all that delicious skin.

But he grabbed my hands and stilled them. I glanced up, puzzled.

“Tell me you’ve been thinking about me. Tell me you’ve been obsessing about every touch, every kiss, every sigh…every fucking second of that night,” he begged as he held my wrists tightly against his chest.

I yanked my gaze away from his. It was too much.

“Look at me,” he growled, grabbing my chin so I was forced to. “Look. At. Me.”

“The same rules apply,” I whispered. “It’s just this weekend. That’s all I—that’s all I can give you.”

He shook his head but didn’t say anything right away, a tic in his cheek and fire in his gaze as he stared down at me.

“I’m going to make you burn for me.”

The words floated around us, and a part of me was worried…because I of all people knew that words had power, and what he’d just said…well, those words terrified me.

Because what if they came true?

Walker growled as he pulled my head back and bit down on that spot between my neck and my shoulder that he seemed to be obsessed with. His blue gaze glimmered with satisfaction as he released me and saw the mark he’d left.

“I want to mark you all over. Every inch of you. So there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re mine,” he said in a rough voice. “I’ve been aching for you.”

I got on my tippy toes and tried to kiss him but he turned his head away. The move made me irrationally hurt.

“Tell me something real about you. If you’re not going to give me anything else. Give me something real,” he finally said, his forehead resting against me as he rubbed his nose against mine.

A second later he finally gave me the kiss I’d been craving.

The kiss burned my insides and it felt prophetic…like his earlier words were already coming true.

“Tell me,” he whispered again after we’d come up for air.

“I’m not crazy,” I blurted out, wanting to die that that was what my brain had decided to think of.

He snorted, “I already know that. Tell me something else.” One of his hands slid up my front until it was loosely holding my throat. “Tell me something no one else knows.”

I tried to move my head again, because when he stared at me like that, I was sure he was seeing too much. I couldn’t have him running for the hills when the weekend had just begun.

But of course…he didn’t let me go.

“I just want to get laid, okay. We don’t need to do this.” The words sounded hollow and wrong coming out of my throat, but I couldn’t let him continue to make this something it wasn’t.

Something it couldn’t be.

He smiled at me like I’d said something adorable. “You will get laid, but you’re going to give me everything I want while we’re doing it. You’re going to be cuddled and wooed, my lady. But these are my terms. Any time you want my dick…you have to give me something real.”

“You’re blackmailing me with your dick?” I scoffed.

He grinned unrepentantly, pressing the said dick into my stomach.

“Fine, but only because it’s a really, really good dick.”

Walker scoffed, his smile widening.

“I hate performing for large crowds. I don’t feel like a real person when I’m up there. It feels like I’m a puppet or a machine, doing tricks to entertain. I had to numb myself before every single show, just so I could get through it.”

He frowned. “I never would have guessed that. You’re amazing up there.”

“You’ve been to one of my shows?”

He blushed. “I might have watched all of the performances that I could find online, just so I could feed my addiction.”

Now I was the one blushing, a warmth spreading across my chest. “It’s not real though, that’s the real thing I’m giving you. Nothing about ‘Olivia Darling’ is real.”

“Is that why you stopped performing? Because you hate it so much?”

I closed my eyes, pain lancing my insides. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes…and my mouth…because what was one more truth tonight?

“I gave up performing because it was the only thing they wanted from me that they couldn’t force me to do. Evidently, even in a place where they can strip you of your rights, your money, and everything else…they can’t force you to sing in front of thousands of people. It’s a funny thing actually.” But obviously there was no humor in my voice.

He opened his mouth and I pulled my wrist from his grasp and placed a finger on his lips.

“You wanted my truth. Now give me your dick.”

Walker frowned especially hard at that comment, but I was feeling particularly vulnerable at the moment and I was ready to not talk anymore…

“You want my dick, Olivia?” he drawled.

I stared up at him, a shiver running down my spine, my core absolutely throbbing.

“You want my big dick to fuck that perfect fucking pussy, angel? Want me to stretch your cunt, make you feel me for days?”

An involuntary moan slipped from my lips and he chuckled darkly.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and just like last time, his take charge attitude was like catnip for my pussy.

I wanted to feel, not to think.

He unbuttoned my pants and his hand slid into them. He palmed my slit, a finger sliding lightly through my folds.

“This is what you need?” he growled.

I whimpered and his thick finger plunged into me.

“You’re fucking drenched,” he announced, deep male satisfaction in his voice. His other hand yanked at the strings of my corset top, his breath sounding a bit uneven as he revealed my chest. After my breasts were bare, he gave himself a minute to palm my breast before he shook his head and pulled his finger out of my core.

“Turn around.”

I turned obediently until my cheek was pressed against the cool wall. Walker pulled my pants down, and then he snapped my lace thong once before massaging one of my ass cheeks.

“Ouch,” I gasped as his teeth sank into my skin.

“Fucking perfect.”

Walker tore my thong off and jerked my pants again. “Step,” he commanded, and I obediently lifted my foot so he could get my leather pants down all the way. “Spread your legs and bend over.”

“So eloquent,” I teased, pretending that my voice wasn’t all breathy and embarrassing sounding.

He ignored me, and I glanced back, only to see him dropping to his knees behind me. Before I could say anything, his mouth descended on my sex. He sucked and licked, separating my folds with his tongue as he pushed two fingers into me.

Walker pressed his face into my cunt, his mouth and tongue licking me everywhere.

“Oh,” I cried out as his tongue slid along my slit and then circled my asshole. I straightened at the foreign sensation and he spanked me in response.

“Don’t fucking move,” he said roughly, his stubble scratching along my skin as he continued to devour me. I bent back over and arched my back, my hips writhing against his face, trying to get more friction. Walker thrust another finger inside me and I sobbed as I came, my cum dripping down my legs as his tongue slid to my clit. My knees weakened, tremors wracking through my body as he growled into my core, continuing to use his fingers and mouth to fuck me into another rolling orgasm. It was somehow even more intense and a tear slid down my cheek as my pussy clenched around his fingers.

I was gasping for breath as his fingers slipped out of me and then a second later, the thick length of his cock was pushing inside. I sobbed as something hard grazed over that spot inside of me. He felt different than he had before…he seemed almost bigger…and I hadn’t thought that was possible. His hand wrapped around my throat and he pulled me until my back was pressed against his front.

“This pretty pussy’s all mine, isn’t it baby?” he said as he thrust up into me. His free hand grabbed one of mine, bringing it to my core as he used my own fingers to play with my clit. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s my good girl.”

I gushed around his cock again and he groaned, like that was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.

“Someone likes being a good girl,” he murmured as his hand tightened briefly around my throat, his thumb brushing against my pulse.

“Just yours,” I whispered, the words slipping out only because I was drunk with pleasure.

Or at least that’s what I would argue if he ever brought it up.

I could admit to myself at least that I did like being Walker’s “good girl”, even if I hated being a “good girl” for everyone else.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Just mine.”

“Keep touching yourself,” Walker growled as he moved his hand from my pussy to my breasts, kneading and massaging and pulling at my nipples while he fucked me.

I was a writhing, desperate mess. Desperate for more, desperate to come, desperate for…him.

“My sweet girl. You’re so perfect. Fuck…I⁠—”

I didn’t have time to think about what he’d been about to say as he grabbed my chin and angled it up so he could devour my lips as he continued to push in and out.

A wet sound filled the room as I soaked his thighs with my cum.

Walker’s arm clamped around my waist so that I couldn’t move, all I could do was feel. Feel so full I could scream, cry, die, if he ever dared to leave me.

I shattered, the edges of my vision darkening as my cries lit up the room, Walker’s hips still pumping in and out of me at a brutal pace.

He was owning every inch of me, using me for his own pleasure even as he gave it back to me ten fold.

We fell forward onto the bed, somehow staying connected as he leaned over my body, completely covering me as he fucked me onto his cock.

His rhythm faltered and he shuddered as his dick pulsed inside me. Liquid heat flooded my insides, spilling out and dripping down my legs.

I collapsed on the bed and he followed, carefully rolling us so that he was behind me, his dick still inside my pussy, slowly moving in and out as if he couldn’t bear to stop.

His lips trailed down my neck as his fingers played in our combined mess.

When he finally pulled out, he continued to play with our cum, pushing it back inside me like he didn’t want me to lose any of it.

My eyes flew open when I realized we didn’t use a condom.

Thank fuck for birth control.

Except…an image of him wrapped around me just like this, his hand cradling my stomach…it filled my thoughts, and I had to shake my head because that…that was so crazy.

He brushed another kiss against my neck and I relaxed against him in the afterglow, forgetting about anything except the ache between my legs, that deep satisfaction in my soul…and the fact that I’d never been more at peace in my whole fucking life than I was in that moment.