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twitching
out of control. I barely even heard my long, low groans of pleasure as I came
harder than I’d come in months—maybe years. I couldn’t even think, I couldn’t
do anything but keep thrusting deep inside that tight, hot pussy, fire flowing
through me and out of me until I was completely and totally emptied out. I was
dripping with sweat, panting like I’d run a marathon, and my arms and legs felt
like they were made of rubber.
    “Remember,” Olivia said, between panting gasps for breath.
“You’re not leaving or I tell everyone…you’re…tiny.” I chuckled and wrapped my
arms around her lazily, sliding out of her body and sinking onto the bed next
to her.
    “I’m not leaving,” I told her, struggling to catch my
breath. “I am staying right here and as soon as I catch my breath I’m fucking
you again. And again. Until neither of us can stay awake anymore.”

 
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    I woke up with the light streaming in my face, burning
through my eyelids; the first thing I noticed—as soon as I gave up on trying to
burrow into the pillows and blankets on Olivia’s bed—was that I was in it
alone. I couldn’t hear a single sound in the apartment, no matter how I strained
my ears. You’ve got to be shitting me. She goes on about me sneaking out on
her in the morning… I had to grin to myself. If Olivia had sneaked out of
her own apartment, leaving me by my lonesome, I had to at least give her points
for turning my usual trick around on me.
    I managed to find my clothes scattered around, and get them
on, wondering to myself if this was some kind of test; was Olivia looking for
me to stay, and prove that I wouldn’t abandon her? Or was I supposed to leave?
I found my phone, and saw that I had more than a few texts on it from the guys
in the band. Nothing from Olivia saying anything one way or another. I told
Mark and Alex that I was okay, told Dan that I’d managed to pull it off with
Olivia after all, and texted Jules that I’d be able to make it to rehearsal—in
that order. I looked around the apartment, trying to decide how to go about
going home to my own place. If Olivia was looking for me to stay—if she’d
stranded me by not letting me know she was leaving—then I had to decide if it
would be better for me to disappear without any notice, or stick around and see
if she came back.
    She is not the kind of girl you want to just hook up with
and then ghost out, I thought, shuddering at the memory of what Olivia had
felt like, the sound of her moans, the way she’d tasted and smelled—everything
about her. I wanted more. If she hadn’t run out on me before I woke up, I was
sure that I would have convinced her to have a little morning delight, as Jules
called it sometimes. A little quickie, something to leave her with a memory. I
definitely wanted to see more of Olivia—that much I knew. I wanted to see her
as much as possible. I wasn’t sure if I wanted what Alex had exactly, but I
couldn’t help but feel more than a little intrigued at the little flash of
Olivia’s personality that I’d seen. Too bad we’re going on tour in a few
weeks. I cringed at that; normally tour was great—a different girl in every
city, no expectation from any of them that they’d “land” me or “tame” me or
whatever it was girls tended to think. But it would definitely make it harder
to make any kind of lasting connection with Olivia, or set up any kind of
arrangement to see her regularly.
    I wandered around her apartment a bit, looking at the show
posters, at the different things scattered around. Her place definitely smelled
better than mine; I’m not a messy guy, but I’m also not the kind of guy who
buys candles or anything like that on a normal basis. Don’t get me wrong; it
wasn’t like walking in some kind of flower garden at Olivia’s place, but there
was a kind of warm, clean smell to everything.
    I decided that I might as well catch a ride from someone;
Olivia either was out doing something