“Fuck,” I screamed, back arching up, legs tightening around his head, sight completely whiting out as I experienced heaven on earth.
“Fucking delicious,” Olli murmured, his licks slowing so he could savor the taste of my orgasm. And even though he was gentle, I was so swollen, each pass made my whole body quiver.
“Olli,” I whined, tugging at his hair, trying to get him to join me on the bed. “I need you up here now.”
The word need wasn’t exactly right; it undersold what I felt by alot. But I was suddenly physically andpainfullyaware that I hadn’t seen him naked yet, hadn’t felt his weight on mine, his skin on mine. And that was a fucking tragedy.
“One more, baby. You taste amazing and I need more of it. Just one more.”
“Selfish,” I tsked.
“Selfish?” he scoffed. “Says the greedy girl who couldn’t keep her hands off this pussy while thinking about me.” Olli pushed three fingers into me, the stretch and friction making me delirious. How did it keep getting better? “I think letting me lap up one more orgasm when I haven’t touched myself in over a month is pretty fair.”
I couldn’t do anything but whine in reply.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispered before his tongue wrapped around my clit. He swirled around it three times before sealing his lips over me and sucking. My hips bucked, meeting his fingers as he thrust, then just riding his face because there was no fighting it. If this man wanted his beard coated, then I could do that for him.
And do it fast, too, because holy fuck was Olli a quick learner. I don’t think evenI’vefigured out how to make myself come so fast. I’m sure with some alone time, a good storyline, and a well-powered toy, I could figure it out. But it was like Olli had some cheat code, knew exactly how to make everything burnso good.
“Olli,” I whined, vision blurry as I approached another orgasm. Olli hummed around me and I came like my soul was being ripped out. A forceful but pleasurable outer body experience.
Olli finally lifted his head, lips glistening, and looked at me with a mix of hunger and softness I’d never seen in a man. He kissed my inner thigh and it was like the soul he’d ripped out was gently put back in place. The whiteout of the orgasm was goneand suddenly all I could hear was our ragged breath, all I could feel was the way his thumb stroked my ankle.
I reached out to him again, making a grabby motion with my hand. If he tried to delay our bodies joining any longer, I might actually die. And I think Olli saw that, because this time he took my hand, intertwined our fingers, and stood to lean over and kiss me.
Olli tasted like me. Of course, he did. I just came all over his face,twice. If he didn’t taste like me, something wild happened. Butknowinghe’d taste like me and actuallytastingit were two different things. And it made me feel one thing very distinctly,mine. My childhood friend, my player, my grumpy asshole, justmine.
Obviously I was orgasm high, but so long as I didn’t say anything out loud, I could let myself enjoy the feeling.
“Just a second, baby,” Olli said after a soft kiss, before pulling away. For a second, I thought he was just moving to take off the rest of his clothes. Maybe set his slacks neatly aside because they were nice, expensive clothes after all. But then he started walking to the bathroom and I shot up.
“Where’re you going?” I whined. If he wanted to brush his teeth after going down on me, that’d be fair, but … I liked the way I tasted on his tongue far too much to let him do that without a fight.
“To get a condom.” He pointed to the bathroom sink, brow furrowed like he was confused whyIwas confused.
“They’re not in the bedside table?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at the table in question.
“No. Why would they be in there?” he asked, voice going distant as he stepped into the bathroom. Not believing him, I crawled over to the table and opened the drawer. And lo and behold, there was nothing in there but Icy Hot, a few other meds,and a sudoku book. Not even lotion for him to stroke it with or whatever guys used.
“What’re you doing?”
I turned to see Olli’d returned, a condom in one hand and no clothes on.
“I just … didn’t believe there weren’t condoms … inthere,” I said, struggling to speak at the sight of him. I’d seen Olli shirtless before. I’ve seen nearly every soccer player I follow shirtless. So the abs,the V, shouldn’t surprise me. But they did. I think it was something about the soft light of a bedroom that made them look different, more … mouth watering.
And then there was his cock, which was more like mouth drenching, pussy drenching. All of it. I was soaked in every way possible at the sight of his dick, crying even. He was so fucking hard, skin stained, a dark tint from all the blood flowing there, veins like lightning paths. How could he stand with that behemoth? How had he resisted touching himself when he was so hard?
“I don’t need condoms often enough to keep them in there,” Olli said, voice deep, clearly affected by the way I was staring at his cock. “But I will for you.”
“Oh, yeah, you definitely will.” I pushed up to my knees and met Olli at the edge of the bed. With one hand on the nape of his neck to hold myself up, I trailed the other down his side, teasing over his hip bone. “Because there’s no way I’m not coming back for seconds.”
“Seconds?” he repeated, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “I think you’ve already had thirds.”
I grazed my nails down his thighs then gently scooped his balls before stroking his cock. Olli hissed, forehead resting on mine, eyes tightly closed.
“Kodi.”
“Olli.” I gave him another stroke, relishing how his shoulders shook. “I’d like to confirm that I would 100 percent like to suck your dick at a later date. I’d offer to do it now, but I seriously think that if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll —”
