The Way Life Goes

Guilt (Warning: Smut)

Hello readers, before you read this chapter please note that there is an underage s*x scene between Olivia and Tyler. Please skip this chapter if it's triggering or it makes you uncomfortable.

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Olivia blinked stunned before turning to lock the door and smiling at him. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Mister Danson.”

“I didn’t know myself. Why didn’t you tell me today was your birthday?” he murmured, folding his arms across his chest and watching as she sat on one of the desks.

“I just didn't, I guess. It’s not really that important, today is the eighth of November and it’s my birthday. You can have that for future reference.”

“You shouldn’t be here, Olivia, you should be celebrating it.”

She pursued her lips considering, before opening the bottle and taking a sip. “Celebrate it with me then. I’ll just go home and drink this alone whilst watching The Walking Dead and you don’t want that. I will cry.”

Tyler considered her for a long minute before taking the bottle off her and taking a big gulp. The taste was sharp and it burnt his throat on the way down. His eyes stung and he handed the bottle back to her as she grinned up at him.

“This is going to be fun.”

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“Okay, okay, I have ten questions and you have to answer them honestly.” She murmured, holding up a hand as they sat on the floor together. Olivia sprawled on the lino whilst Tyler leaned against the desk with his eyes closed.

“Fine.”

“What’s your favorite color?” she said, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Brown.”

“Brown?! Why-why brown?”

“It’s the most unappreciated color and least liked so… brown,” he said honestly, opening his eyes to look at her bright eyes and messy hair. “Like your eyes.”

“You like my eyes...?” she whispered in awe, creeping closer. “Okay, question number two, what’s your deepest darkest secret?”

“Like I’m going to tell you that, Olivia, it’s secret for a reason.”

“I won’t tell anyone!”

“How can I know that?” he muttered, grabbing the half-empty bottle, taking a swig, and licking his lips gently.

“You don’t trust me? Come on, do you even have one?”

“I might do, what about you? Do you have a deepest darkest secret?” he quizzed watching her lie down and sigh deeply. His eyes traveled down the length of her and the pull of desire was dizzying.

“No, not really, I have secrets, but nothing dark.”

“Well, neither do I.”

“I think you’re a liar,” she whispered, taking the bottle off him. “What time is it?”

“It’s nearly… half-past five,” he said looking at her with a pointed look. “If we get caught, I’ll get fired, and you’ll get expelled. I don’t think you want that.”

“I want a lot of things,” she murmured, turning her head to look at him pointedly. “Question number three, if you could have anything in the world what would it be?”

“To see my family one more time.”

“Who was your first love?”

“I don't want to talk about that,” he said quickly in response, looking out at the window.

“Fine, who do you want most in the world?” she whispered, sitting up and looking at him with mischief in her eyes. “Come on, it can be anyone.”

“Leave it.”

“Come on! Why are you so boring? You need to drink more!” She whined, thrusting the bottle at him. “It’s my birthday, this day is about me, just lighten up and answer my question!”

He took it off her with a scowl and drank some more, wincing a little at the sharp taste. She took it back off him, drinking some more and chuckling.

“I'm going to regret this tomorrow. I am the worst for hangovers, seriously, I’m such a terrible lightweight sometimes,” she mumbled dropping down next to him.

“I know who I want,” she continues, looking at him.

“No, Olivia, don’t...” he warned, staring down at his hands.

“It’s wrong though,” she whispered, toying with the bottle between her hands. “It’s very naughty, very, very, naughty, and I like it. I like imagining us in different scenarios.”

“Stop it!”

“Why are you telling me to stop it? You don’t even know who this is.”

“You’re drunk, this needs to stop, and I need to get home. We shouldn’t have done this,” he said, standing up shakily and helping her up.

She gripped his hands, swaying uneasily and staring into his eyes. Tyler swallowed when she intertwined their hands together seeing the contrast and she c****d her head with a small mischievous smile.

“I think that’s a lie.”

“It’s not a lie.”

“I think it is and I think you’re scared.”

“What do I have to be scared of?” he said tugging at her hands but she gripped them tight stepping closer to him.

“I don’t know but I didn’t even say a name and you freaked out. Why did you freak out? Unless what I’m thinking is right and the alcohol in my system is right as well and… I know what I want for my birthday...” she whispered, pressing closer so her chest was pressed against his. Tyler got his hands free sliding them down her sides till they were resting on her hips.

“It’s you,” she murmured feeling like her heart was constricting inside of her. His hands felt red hot as they held her close and his eyes were full of fear and disguised lust. Tyler swallowed hard, feeling the silk underneath his fingertips, and pushed them under feeling the softness of her skin. Olivia gasped shakily when his fingers caressed her hip bones.

“I want you so much... you’re all I can think about. It’s been what… three months. I want you, Tyler, and this isn’t even the alcohol talking.” she said shakily, hands wrapping around his neck bringing him closer. He forced her back so she collided with the desk knocking papers onto the floor when he sat her down.

“We can't,” he hissed, staring into her eyes. “You don’t get it, you have no idea what’s happening inside me right now and you look…you look…” he said, trailing off and closing his eyes with a moan when she kissed his jaw softly.

“I think we can, it’s my birthday. You can be my present,” she murmured with a giggle and a hiccup. “I want you.”

“Olivia,” he whispered, pained, staring at her lips all pink and lush. She noticed and surged forward capturing them and moaned when his hands slid up her back. Tyler’s will all but snapped when the kiss turned hot and demanding. His tongue stroked against her tasting the whiskey and she moaned for more.

“Come on… Sir,” she purred and gasped when he groaned and pulled back.

“We can’t do this here.”

“Where then?” she murmured.

Tyler was silent considering. “Car, my car.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think I can make it,” she murmured and gasped when he grabbed her hand, stumbling a little. She grabbed her bag with a chuckle when they unlocked the door and walked through the corridor.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty.” she chanted when they exited through the doors still open for the cleaners. He led the way to the car and she whistled getting in when he unlocked it and looked over to him.

“Can you drive?” she murmured. “Don’t kill me.”

“Shut up, Liv,” he murmured, driving them out of the car park and driving till he found a secluded spot and parked. Olivia smirked before climbing over the interior, straddling his lap with a smirk. Tyler’s hands clutched at her ass and she claimed his mouth once again.

“I feel so dizzy,” she whispered against his lips and he nodded in agreement. “Whiskey is very, very, bad isn’t it?”

“Backseat.'' He insisted on opening the car door and she yelped when he pushed her out. She stumbled nearly falling over before tugging it open and sliding into the back. The leather was nice underneath her hands and she moaned greedily when he climbed in on top of her. Clothes were tugged off desperately when his hands slid down her chest and rib cage.

“Do-do you have a condom?” she whispered when he drew back and nodded, moving away to the front to get one before returning. He threw their clothes over to the passenger seat so she was in nothing but her underwear like him.

“Is this your first?” he whispered, staring into her eyes all blown with lust and impatience.

“Yes,” she whispered and he closed his eyes, swallowing hard.

“I want this, I do, and I really, really, do, Tyler, please.” she pleaded, kissing him into distraction as he pulled, yanking down his boxers to roll on the condom.

It was the most frightening and surreal moment in her life in that moment to be drunk, half-naked, and have the most gorgeous man alive kissing her breathless and dragging down her panties.

The goosebumps on her arms rose up and her nerves were on fire. Her eyes trained on him and he shushed her gently when she nodded. The first push inside of her was sharp and stinging and a side of painful. Tyler hovered over her, his eyes clenched shut adjusting to her, and his hand slid down her thigh soothingly.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her teeth bit into her bottom lip when he thrust inside of her. The pain lingered but pleasure started to build as well and she moaned for more, her hands digging into his back and she rolled her hips questioningly. It was the right thing to do when she moaned in surprise as they rocked together. It felt like forever in her mind and the leather stuck to her sweaty back.

He could feel his c****x building and he pushed forward while she moaned and panted urging him on. There was a small voice in the back of his mind screaming at him that this was so wrong, she was underage, but he ignored it, kissing her hard and desperately. She was his at this moment and his hands gripped her hips thrusting deeper inside of her.

“I’m going to…” he whispered and cried out when he climaxed. The hot white heat of it made her cry out as she followed immediately after twitching and clamping up. The o****m spread across her body leaving her shaky and breathless while Tyler slumped against her. Her eyelids felt heavy with sleep as she basked in the afterglow of it.

Tyler eased out of her while she whined feeling empty. He didn’t even look as he tore the condom off and chucked it out of the window falling against the seat. Olivia grimaced, opened her eyes, and sat up with a hiss feeling sore already.

“Really? You’re just gonna throw that away like that?”

“Would you rather I give it to you, young lady?”

“Ugh, so gross...” she muttered looking over to him and he met her eyes.

She could see the guilt already there and shuffled over resting her head against his shoulder feeling sleepy and sated.

Tyler’s guilt left a sour taste in his mouth and stomach as he contemplated and dwelled on the fact that twenty-four hours previous she had been sixteen, she was underage, and they had just had s*x. It couldn’t possibly get any worse.