Count Your Lucky Stars (Written in the Stars, #3)(37)

If Margot thought it was strange that she hadn’t slept with anyone since Brad, she didn’t say. Fingers still laced with Olivia’s, Margot helped her off the couch, letting go to steady her when she swayed softly, legs wobbly and knees weak. Margot’s hands slipped under Olivia’s cardigan, fingers curling around her hips, pressing close, walking Olivia backward.

“Keep talking,” Olivia whispered.

Margot crowded Olivia, pressing her back against the hallway wall. Margot’s breath puffed against her mouth, a prelude to the tender brush of her lips.

“You want to know what I want to do to you?” Margot whispered against Olivia’s mouth, one hand sliding out from Olivia’s sweater to cradle the side of her neck, Margot’s thumb brushing against Olivia’s chin, skimming the front of her throat.

Olivia’s whole body prickled with heat. “Mm-hmm.”

Margot crowded closer, brushing her lips along Olivia’s jaw, tracing the path her fingers had just made, only with her lips. Margot’s tongue darted out, licking the hollow above Olivia’s collarbone, teeth gently scraping her skin, making her shudder. Olivia’s head fell to the side as she bared her neck.

“God, Liv.” The hand on Olivia’s hip inched lower, sliding beneath the waist of her skirt and between Olivia’s thighs, cupping her over the damp lace of her underwear. “You have no idea how badly I want to put my mouth on you. No idea.” Margot nuzzled at the side of Olivia’s throat, whimpering softly. “Jesus, just the thought of you riding my tongue has me fucking soaked, Liv.”

“Please.” Hips canting into Margot’s hand, Olivia sought friction, something. “Touch me.”

Margot’s hand slid higher, fingers slipping beneath the lace of Olivia’s underwear and lower, sliding over Olivia’s trimmed curls, fingertips circling her clit, making the muscles in Olivia’s stomach jump. “Like this?”

Olivia clutched at Margot’s upper arms and arched into her touch, hips dancing, back bowing away from the wall.

“More,” she rasped.

Lips dragging up Olivia’s throat, Margot slid her fingers down Olivia’s slit. A hiss escaped Margot’s mouth. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

Two fingers sank inside her with ease, and Olivia clenched around them, heat unspooling slowly inside her belly when Margot crooked them forward. What started as a slow drag quickly stole the air from Olivia’s lungs as Margot’s fingers sped, pressing hard and fast.

Olivia’s thighs trembled, her hands sliding down Margot’s arms to curl around her elbows, clutching hard, feeling shaky, like she was going to fly apart, like she wasn’t quite sure where she’d land. “Fuck.”

Margot laughed, breath damp and hot against the side of Olivia’s neck. “You’re so pretty like this. Shaking and desperate.” Her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of Olivia’s earlobe, drawing a high whine from the back of Olivia’s throat. “And so wet. You’re dripping down the back of my hand, Liv.”

Her face burned, heat rising to the surface of her skin at the slick sounds coming from between her thighs each time Margot curled her fingers. “Please.”

Margot pressed a kiss to the side of Olivia’s jaw, sucking at her skin. She ground the heel of her hand against Olivia’s clit and—Olivia’s knees buckled, unable to support her weight, the pleasure too sharp, too good, her legs too weak to withstand it and hold her upright.

Margot caught her around the waist and laughed. “You’re so sensitive. I forgot.”

Olivia dropped her head forward, burying her face and muffling her whimper against Margot’s neck. “I was so close.”

“Shh.” One hand stroked the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, Margot’s short nails raking gently against her scalp. “I’ll get you there.”

Of that, Olivia had no doubt.

Other than Margot, Olivia had only been with Brad, and he had never asked what she wanted, had never seemed to care. Sex with Brad hadn’t been bad, sometimes it had actually been good or something close enough, but what she wanted, her pleasure, had never been his primary concern. It had definitely never been the objective, and she wasn’t stupid—she knew that was wrong and not fair and sure as hell problematic, but there were only so many times she could move his hand, literally place his fingers where she needed them, before she gave up, trying more trouble than it was worth.

Talking about it hadn’t worked; all Brad had done was look bruised before snapping that there was nothing wrong with the way he fucked her, that it had worked just fine for other girls, implying that there was something wrong with her. It had probably never even crossed his mind that just fine was a sad, sad bar.

Sex with Margot was different. Margot had actually cared if Olivia got off, cared about what she liked, gave her what she wanted. Getting off hadn’t seemed to be Margot’s primary concern. Getting Olivia off—several times—seemed to have been what Margot cared about most.

There wasn’t a doubt in Olivia’s mind that Margot would get her there, probably more than once.

Margot tugged on Olivia’s hair gently, drawing her head back until they were face-to-face. Margot’s cheeks were flushed pink, the tips of her ears a fiery shade of red, undoubtedly hot to the touch. Eyes bright, Margot trapped her lower lip between her teeth and smiled. “Bed?”