Something was bothering Olivia. We woke up a little less than an hour ago, probably, and I couldn't even keep track of how many orgasms we've had since then. I lost count after three, and she was still going.
The sheets were fisted in my hands as she slammed the strap into me from behind, her hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. I was on my knees, my back arched, and her hand on the back of my head, pressing the side of my face down into the pillow.
My mind was completely devoid of anything that didn't involve the pure bliss shooting through my body. I didn't even remember how I had gotten into this position, and I had begun to disassociate until I felt her nails drag down my back. It wasn't painful enough to draw marks, but it was enough for my mind to snap back into the moment, where Olivia thrusted hard and shot a tingling jolt through my walls.
"Oh, fuck," I cried out. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh--"
My stomach tightened up, and a groan rolled out of my throat. I tried to hold back the wave, but with another thrust, it came crashing through. I bit down on the pillow and groaned into it. Olivia was cumming too as she fell on top of me, panting hard against the back of my neck. She rolled her hips, and my hips jerked back against hers. She thrusted again, a smaller one, but it was enough to send another wave through my body. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
The next time I came to, I was still on my stomach, but Olivia was no longer on top of me. I didn't feel the strap between her legs anymore as she cradled me, one leg draped over my body. I felt her fingers run down the crease on my back, and her breath against the side of my neck was even and soft. We had never cuddled before. I didn't think she was even capable of it.
I turned my head on the pillow to meet her gaze, which was no longer filled with the lustful energy from this morning. Now, it was just contemplative and something...softer.
"Are you okay?" I asked carefully.
When I asked her that question after she pulled me into her hotel room last night, frantic and frustration all over her face as she tried to pull my clothes off, she had gotten defensive and snappy. It took all of my willpower to not leave after she called me "nothing but a fuck relief," who "shouldn't be in her business." Despite me being exactly that for her and our relationship being nothing but purely sexual, I could tell she wasn't okay, and it wasn't in me to leave her in that state. If I was what she needed to release that tension, then I would be that. Besides, I needed to release my own tensions too, with Charlotte being the main source of it.
Instead of getting defensive again, Olivia rolled onto her back, her leg sliding off of me. She stared at the ceiling, but I continued staring at her. It was unlike Olivia to be so quiet. Usually, she would have jumped off the bed already to shower, which was usually my cue to leave.
But now she was just...lying there.
"Olivia, are you--"
"There's this party on the beach tonight," she interrupted while sitting up. "Will you be able to come to it?"
I pushed myself up to sit. "What time is it at?"
Olivia slid off the bed, not looking at me as she pulled on a robe. "It starts at seven, but you can come at any time, you know, if you're at the theater today."
"I'm not working today, so I'll just meet you at the beach whenever you get there." I answered, and she nodded, still not meeting my gaze. For some reason, it felt a little awkward, but I didn't know why.
As Olivia walked to the bathroom, I slid off the bed and reached for the clothes she had shed off of me last night.
"You wanna join me in the shower?"
Startled, I looked at her. Now, she glanced at me over her shoulder, a small smile on her lips, as she slid the robe off her shoulders and dropped it at the doorway. Now, that was more like Olivia even though she had never invited me in to shower with her before.
Still, the awkwardness felt like it was easing off, so leaving my clothes, I followed her on legs that were still unsteady from the thorough fucking.
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While I was in a practice session with the band, Charlotte and I made plans to eat lunch together at her office later in the afternoon.
The girls and I were on a water break, which grew longer when Victor stopped by to see Alex. They were upstairs now while we lounged in Alex's basement. Laura was lying on the floor beside me and scrolling through her phone while Sadie sat on the couch, talking quietly to her girlfriend on the phone.
Charlotte: How weird are we talking?
Jess: I don't know. Just softer?
Jess: that doesn't make any sense
Charlotte: I think it does. Do you think she likes you?
My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I thought about Olivia's expression this morning and the way she touched me after.
Did Olivia like me?
But then as I thought about our session in the shower, how she had returned to her usual assertiveness by pushing me to my knees and riding my face, I scoffed.
Yeah, as if.
Jess: she definitely does not have any romantic feelings for me
Three dots appeared on Charlotte's side of the chat, and I watched it wiggle while she typed.
"Oooh, who likes you?" Laura breathed into my ear.
I jerked away in surprise. "What the fuck, Laura!"
She grinned with glimmering eyes. "You met someone? Is that why you didn't come to Sadie's yesterday?"
At the mention of her name, Sadie looked at us with a puzzled look.
"Jess met someone," Laura cooed.
"I met no one," I snapped. "Olivia and I are just--"
"Olivia?" Laura cackled. "Her name's Olivia!"
"Shut up!" I pushed myself to my feet to put distance between us and looked down at my phone.
Charlotte: Do you like her?
I began to type back a response.
"I'm surprised Dear Charlotte is taking this calmly," Laura mused.
My eyes snapped back to her. "What?"
Her lips slowly drew into a smirk. "Come on, Jess."
"What?"
It was annoying, her looking at me with that goddamn smirk as if she knew something I didn't.
"You know," Laura wiggled her brows. "I thought she would have already pulled up
Olivia's
family history, put a tracker on her, and questioned her intentions with you by now."
"And why the fuck would she do that?"
Not to mention this was my first time even talking to Charlotte about Olivia, but I didn't tell them that. It felt strange talking to Charlotte about her, but Olivia's expression this morning still bothered me. She just seemed so...sad and unlike herself.
"Because she likes you," Sadie answered like it was obvious, and my eyes snapped to her now. She had ended the call with her girlfriend, and, unlike Laura, she was giving me a serious look.
I didn't know which one I preferred.
"Charlotte does not like me," I said firmly.
Sadie merely shrugged. "Maybe not, but there's some serious tension there."
"Sexual tension," Laura clarified chirpily.
I opened my mouth to deny all of that because of course they were wrong, but then Alex came bounding down the steps.
"Who has sexual tension?" Alex asked.
"Jess and Charlotte," Laura answered before I could say no one.
