I lose track of songs and the shots in between them. I know that I need to get out of this jacket before I die of heatstroke though. I strip one sleeve off at a time, the lights turning fuzzy as I open my eyes to find AJ already grabbing my jacket from me. It really is such a beautiful jacket. I can’t believe he had it personalized for me. I can’t believe he let Maxie take over his house with party decorations. Oliver is such a closeted lover boy. I know he never got to know his mom, but I am certain she is where he gets it from.
I watch AJ shuffle through the swaying bodies to where Rory hasn’t stopped watching her. But Oliver isn’t with him any longer. I casually turn around, seeking him out. I scan the crowd and find Maxwell sandwiched between a guy and girl, living his best life. Eli and Devyn are talking to the DJ. No Oliver in sight.
A hand snakes my stomach, pulling me against a hard chest. A heavy mixture of cinnamon and mint falls around me and I instantly feel settled. His lips come close to my ear and he whispers, “Looking for someone?”
I hum, letting my body lean into his more. “Someone hot to dance with.” I feel his hand trail down to my thigh and his thumb massage my bare skin. The music is slow and intoxicating with just a fast enough undertone to keep our bodies moving together seamlessly. He moves his other hand to bring my free hand up. His fingers draw a lazy line down the sensitive parts of the skin along my arm. I feel the goosebumps tiptoe across my body.
His tongue burns the back of my neck as he sucks the skin there. He hand lifts the hem of my dress a little and my body feels like it’s on fire the more he touches me. I blame the tequila. His lips trace my shoulder, kissing and nipping. All while still moving with my body and the beat of the music. His adoration has my body melting in his arms. My armbarely has the strength to rest on his shoulder as his hand is still slowly moving along my body.
“Oliver?” I gasp out as he bites down on the tender flesh behind my ear.
“Hmm?” I feel his voice vibrate down my skin.
“I’m going to take my clothes off right now if you don’t take me home.” I want him touching every inch of my skin right now with no barriers. I want us to do what we do best.
I feel his chest shake with gentle laughter. He spins me around so we are facing each other. “You want me to take you home?” He asks, his eyes searching mine. I nod frantically. He grips my chin and captures my lips in a bruising kiss. “Let’s get your jacket.” His hand tangles with my own and he drags me through the people. AJ and Rory meet us at the door. AJ hands me my coat and they take us back to Oliver’s house.
Oliver pulls me through his front door, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. His patience is non-existent as he walks us down the hallway and turns into his bedroom. He places me down on the edge of his bed and is now on his knees before me. Lifting my ankle up and placing a soft kiss there before unbuckling my heel and pulling my shoe off. Then does the exact same with the other foot. He stands up, unbuckles his jeans and kicks off his shoes. Socks are torn off next before he shimmies out of his pants. The shirt he’s wearing is the next to go as he tosses it at me with a boyish smile. Standing before me in only his boxers, he points to me. “Don’t move.”
Normally, I would move just to push him. But I’m content laying here on his bed and waiting for him to return. Which doesn’t take long.He enters the room holding a bowl of cherries directly in front of his dick. He must have taken off his boxers in the kitchen. “Not that I’m complaining, but I’m not really in the mood for a late night snack.”.
He holds the bowl up and grins, “these are special cherries.” He holds one out to me and I open my mouth for him to put it on my tongue. I bite down and pull, leaving the stem in between his fingers. Boozy cherry juice fills my mouth and drips a little down my chin, falling to my chest before I can catch it. He dips down and licks it up before kissing my neck. “I soaked them in tequila overnight.”
He drops back to his knees and shuffles forward to nestle between my legs then offers me another cherry. I’m more careful with the excess juice this time. Soaking these in tequila is genius and ridiculously delicious. “I need you to do something for me.” His words caress my skin as he lifts my dress over my hips easily since the fabric is so thin. When he sees what I’m wearing underneath, his head falls in my lap. I chose the prettiest piece of lace I own to wear tonight. It’s deep red, thin, and soft.
He still has my dress gripped tightly in his fists at my hips as his head is nestled between my legs. I can feel his jaw twitch on the inside of my thigh. “Ol?” He tilts his head to the left and lets his cheek rest on the top of my thigh. He hums as he doesn’t move but lifts his eyes up at me. I can’t help but to run my hand through his hair. “What do you need me to do?” His eyes flash and his lips twitch devilishly.
“Take this off for me.” He lifts my dress up and I pull it over my head. He pulls the two stems he has been holding out. “And tie these into a knot.” He closes his hand right before I’m able to grab them. “Loosely.” He instructs. “I need the knot to be loose for what I want to do to you.” His words trail off as he starts kissing my hip and up my rib cage, holding out the cherry stems to me.
I take the first one in my mouth and work it around with my tongue and teeth before holding it back out with my tongue for him. He replaces it with the other stem, as he goes back to kissing. He sucks one of mynipples into his mouth and I lose my concentration. He sucks even harder and taps the side of my cheek to remind me of what I’m supposed to be doing. His teeth nip causing my nipple to harden. He moves to my other nipple and gives it the same treatment. I finally get this stem tied, loosely, just like he wants. I hold it out for him as he lets my nipple pop from his mouth.
He takes the stem and lifts my legs in the crook of his arms. “Hold on to me.” I bring my arms up to wrap around his neck and he moves us backwards on the bed. He lays me down. Taking one of the stems in his hand he grins down at me. ‘I’m obsessed with your body.” He slips the loose knot of the stem over my nipple. He takes one end of it between his fingers and the other between his teeth and pulls tightly. “Thankfully, your obsession is with real cherries. I fear this could never work with the fake ones.” He nips at the skin under my breast and moves to tighten the other stem around my other nipple.
I watch the way his teeth pull the stem so it is constricting the blood flow. My nipples have always been sensitive and the tighter he pulls the stem the stronger the pinch is. He looks down at his work, giving me a wolfish grin. He leans down again and squeezes my nipple harshly between his teeth, the extra pressure from the stem causing it to send a jolt right to my core. “Responsive.” He praises me.
His head moves back between my legs and goes hungrily in on my clit. He sucks it through my panties and pulls tightly on the thin straps at my hips causing the friction to make me squirm. He takes his time moving them down my legs and letting them fall to the floor. His hand caressing from my calf over the top of my thigh and gripping harshly, pulling my legs more open.
When he bites down on the inside of my thigh, my hips jerk, causing him to smile against my skin. He hums as he makes his way back to my center, licking all the way through slowly and tenderly. The whiplash from the harshness and tenderness is almost too much for me to handle.His fingers reach up and flick one of my nipples as his tongue spears inside of me. I cry out from the mix of sensation. His hand comes down, pressing on my stomach to hold me down as he desperately laps at my pussy. My hand tangles in his hair as I move my body recklessly, searching for more. I feel him chuckle against me and I glare at him.
“You’re evil.” I accuse and then scream out as two fingers enter me and curl. I’m half holding myself up and half bowed in submission to him working my body the way he is. I manage to find his eyes and he winks up at me, sucking hard before flicking my nipple again.“Fffuck.” I stutter.
“I love having you like this.” He sucks and then licks, pumping his fingers strategically. Getting me so close but holding back just enough.
“Like what.” My breathing is so choppy that I hope my words make sense.
He moves his hand from where it is resting on my side to squeeze my ass. He curls his fingers again and sucks the tiny bundle of nerves, demanding that I pay attention to his next words. “Loud.” He says at the same time he makes me cry out. “And mine.” This time I cry out his name and he hits the perfect rhythm, his fingers in tandem with his tongue, and I fall over the edge. He works me through the orgasm and makes sure to let nothing go to waste as he laps every ounce of my release up. When my body relaxes against his bed, he moves his body over mine.
He brings his soaked fingers up and massages each nipple, before sucking them into his mouth. He positions my leg around his waist as he rocks into me and I feel him start to stretch me. He pulls at the stem again with his teeth. My nipples are so sensitive that he could blow on them and I would flutter around him.
Taking his time, he slowly makes me take him. Giving my body time to acclimate to him. I pull him closer with my leg and he growls darkly. He’s bent over me completely showing so much attention to the cherry stems. The one he has in his mouth and has been pulling on feverishly suddenly snaps. That causes a ravenous reaction from him as he pusheshimself fully inside of me and grips my throat to pull me up to meet his lips.
His tongue invades my mouth and everything I thought I have felt during sex before is shattered. Every molecule of my body is craving his. I start to get lightheaded from the pressure he is putting on my throat and the way he is grinding into my body. “Please.” I don’t know if I’m begging for my release or his but he understands. One word is all it takes to make him come completely undone. He whimpers as he empties himself inside of me. I’m not prepared for my body to follow him over the edge.
The feeling of him pulsing is too satisfying and I can feel the result of both our bodies giving up to each other trickle out of me. His thumbs trace the column of my throat and he brings his lips to my forehead before whispering, “Happy birthday, pretty girl.”
OLIVER
I’m using every ounce of my will power to stay focused, but Mia’s laughter is debilitating.
