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Chapter Twelve:
Space Sex
Mia
After Oliver had become my knight in shining armor, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Every single encounter with him had me craving more, had me wondering exactly how that gorgeous, mess of a man was in bed. I shouldn’t have been so focused on that, but I couldn’t help it. If I didn’t convince myself this was just sex, I’d end up actually falling for a guy that was clearly a huge flirt, and could also very clearly get any woman he wanted.
Did I want to be another number for him? No. But if I made the first move, if I took control of our sexual encounter, he’d be one of my numbers, not the other way around.
Or maybe I was just too damn horny to care.
The longer I thought about it, the more I realized this wasn’t about who was whose number, and more about two people with chemistry blowing off some steam. That’s all it had to be ... right? God knows I needed it.
I slipped off the cross my mother gave me and hung it in my locker when I started my shift. I wasn’t particularly religious like a lot of those around me, but just in case I was wrong, I didn’t want thoughts of Jesus or my mother hanging around my neck while I defiled the backseat of my SUV.
Still, I was nervous as I worked and waited for Ollie. He took his sweet time coming in of course, giving me plenty of opportunities to talk myself out of it, but by the time he did show his handsome face my feet were firmly planted on the “fuck him” side of the argument.
It was a late lunch for me, but I planned it that way on purpose so I rushed over to Ollie and guided him right back outside the doors with a gentle shove. “White Suburban. Go.” I handed him my keys and disappeared right back into the diner to go clock out.
“Taking my lunch, Diego. If Ed or anyone asks, tell them I’m eating out today.”
Diego looked at me with an expression that told me he saw exactly what I just did, making me blush. “That’s a tall meal.”
“Hush. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stuck my tongue out at him like a child and rushed my way out to my car.
Ollie was in the passenger seat like the giant, clueless idiot he was, and I couldn’t help but grin as I climbed into the back and started adjusting the seats. “You want to go for a drive or let me ride you instead?”
“You wh—” He turned so fast he knocked his knee off the shifter. “You’re serious? Right now? Here?”
His wide, beautifully dumbfounded eyes had me needing him more. More than I could fucking handle. “Or you can stay there and watch. Your choice, Papí.” I climbed onto the seat I pulled forward and laid out a blanket, then started working on my uniform as I heard him scrambling back as quickly as he could.
With how big he was, it wasn’t very fast.
“Limbs are too long for this shit,” he grunted, tumbling ungracefully next to me. “You’re serious, though? You mean sex? Me, with you, right now?”
It was the strangest way a man had ever asked me for consent, but I didn’t expect anything less from Oliver Bishop. “Yes. I want to have sex with you, Ollie. I haven’t been touched in a long time, and every time you show your face I feel like a teenager. Still not convinced?” I grabbed his hand and shoved it into my panties, letting him feel how wet I was for him and moaning the second I felt his touch. “All for you, Papí.”
The switch in him was instantaneous. He fisted a hand in my hair and pulled me in to kiss him, and I barely shoved my pants the rest of the way off before he was lifting me into his lap and running his broad hands down my body. “Just to be clear,” he mumbled, biting my bottom lip and sucking as he slid his fingers down to tug my panties to the side, “I still want that date. You don’t have to say yes right now, I just wanted you to know that before we do this.”
I wanted to, holy fuck I wanted to. But dating was a ball game I didn’t know I was ready for, especially now that he’d met Rio — no. I shoved all those thoughts aside and started working on his belt. I got Jago to spend the day with Rio for a reason, I wasn’t going to waste it. “I know, Papí. Fuck,” I gasped when his thick fingers slid inside me. It made saying anything difficult, especially something that would require him to take himself out of me. “I have a condom. It’s in my pocket.”
“Yep, that’s fair,” he whispered, leaning over to grab my pants and dig for it. The shuffle took too fucking long after that, especially once he took himself out to roll that condom on and I saw what was waiting for me — all eight, solid inches of it. “C’mere, baby.”
He leaned in to trail kisses and bites down the column of my bared neck as he eased inside me, and it was easily the thickest dick I’d had in years, probably ever. “¡Dios mio!” I moaned, rushing it a little faster so I could feel how full he’d make me.
“You need it, huh, baby?” His lips grazed over the column of my throat as he squeezed my hips and rocked up, making me gasp. “How much time do we have?”
“Fuck everyone in that building,” I rushed out, grinding my hips in a circle and moaning way too loud for a public parking lot. “Twenty minutes, Huevos. Fuck, you fill me up so good.”
“Twenty minutes,” he repeated, breathless as he planted his feet and thrusted up hard. “Got it. Just stay with me, Mia. Wanna feel your pussy squeezing my cock when you come for me.”
His thumb found my clit like it had a fucking magnet attached to it, and for a few, incredible minutes, all I could do was hang on to those broad shoulders and move with him as he took me apart in my own backseat.
I tried to fight it off so he wouldn’t have the satisfaction of making me come first, but it hit me like a fucking freight train in the first five minutes. Fingers dug into his neck, my pussy clenched around him so tightly I could feel him throb, and all that orgasm did was spur me on to ride him harder. “No right being this fucking good,” I whispered breathlessly, not even realizing I said the words out loud until I felt him huff against my neck.
“It’s all you, Mia,” he purred. “You’re perfect.”
Ollie wrapped his hand around my throat and kissed me again, sliding his tongue past my teeth as he buried himself deeper inside of me, but the fucker wasn’t squeezing and I wanted him to squeeze.
