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Her heels dug into his back and pain bloomed in his shoulder blade, but it just spurred him on. He ground his erection into the sheets, trying to keep his focus on pleasing her and not nutting all over the bed.
Olin kissed and sucked, making her come twice more before she literally tapped out.
“Babe. Fuck. I just need a minute,” she said, nudging his shoulder. He sat up on the edge of the bed. He tried not to think about how the term of endearment had just done something to his brain. Instead, he pulled her close, with her legs over his lap. He sat back just enough to let his hard dick bounce against his stomach.
“You need to come,” Meegan said, still trying to catch her breath.
“But don’t I need to wait seven to ten business days before I fuck you?” he said as he massaged her calf.
“We could wait that long. Or we could get creative. Or you could just do it.”
“There’s some real single-minded focus going on here, huh?” he joked.
She shrugged, flashing him a devilish smile. “I mean, you could give me what I want or you could give me what I want.”
“Win, win, and lose, lose all at once.”
“Oh, no one loses. We both just try harder next time.”
Olin shook his head. He liked this playful side of her. He’d jerk off in the bathroom if that satisfied her terms and conditions, but he was gonna have to do something eventually because he could feel his heartbeat in his balls.
“Okay,” Meegan groaned to herself as she hopped up and went over to her bags. She came back with a handful of condoms. He’d have to kiss her again, just for her forward thinking. Dropping all but one of them on the bedside table, she came back to him and stood between his legs. He glanced down at the condom between her fingers, before he looked up at her beautiful face.
He traced his fingers up the back of her thigh as she looked down at him.
“Let me take care of you,” she said quietly.
“Is that allowed?” Olin tilted his head up just enough to draw the flat surface of his tongue over the underside of her breast and around her nipple.
“Yes,” she moaned. He sucked the puckered tip into his mouth and she watched him intently. It was damn sexy. “I want to.”
With one final flick, Olin pulled back. Meegan pressed a hand to his chest and he sunk onto his elbow. His dick bobbed between them, aching for some much needed attention. Meegan let her gaze travel the length of his body before she straddled his lap. She leaned over him until their lips were almost touching, his erection pressed against her stomach.
“We’re gonna use this. I just wanna feel you.” A second later, he realized she was talking about the condom. Her free hand was already moving. Olin held his breath as she cupped his length, sliding the slickness of her still-soaked pussy up and down his shaft. He hissed out a breath, taking in the warm, wet feel of her. She was so careful to keep the end of him away from her entrance. He wasn’t mad about it at all. She felt amazing.
Curving his fingers around the side of her neck, he pulled her close and kissed her as she kept on, up and down, jerking him off. Olin was fine letting go, spilling all over his chest and maybe her hand, but Meegan stopped suddenly and had the condom rolled down his shaft before he could blink. Again, he was impressed. He looked into her eyes and realized she was waiting for his go-ahead. He nodded, letting out a slow breath as she lined him up with her perfect cunt. She sunk down, taking every inch. In that moment, Olin could have died happy. He held off on an untimely demise, instead letting her ride them both over the edge.
* * *
Meegan tripled checked that she had all of her stuff. She knew she was being weird, but she needed to get home. Olin had offered to let her keep the hotel room all day. Enjoy a little room service. Enjoy a little more of him. It was a tempting offer, but it didn’t change how badly she needed space to think. She was in deep, deep shit. The deepest. And definitely in danger of developing feelings for Olin Breivik.
The night had been kind of perfect. They’d dozed for a little while after they’d both come with Olin inside of her. Early in the morning, she woke up in his arms. She didn’t mean to wake him up. She only wanted to look at him, do the not-at-all creepy thing of really starting to learn his face. She was sure he was sleeping, but then he lightly tickled her side before his eyes cracked open and a few minutes later, he was back inside of her and god, was it good.
It was a lot to process. Olin was sweet and attentive and considerate, and Meegan had no idea what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, but she was scared that she was ignoring something major, just so she could see him again. She also needed to figure out how to tell him she wanted to see him again, outside of the previously established arrangement.
She turned from her bag and watched Olin as he sat on the arm of the couch, watching the local news. He was back in his suit, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, his bowtie shoved in his pocket. They needed to check out and get on with their days. She had to check in with her mom and Xeni, and she was sure he had Sunday plans of his own.
“So.” Meegan clapped her hands together, trying to keep things light and friendly, like she hadn’t woken up with Olin’s cock nestled firmly against her back. Light and breezy. That was the way she had to play this. He was having none of that, though. He turned off the TV and looked over at her.
“I want to know where your head is at,” Olin said. “But I’m happy to wait, if you want to talk to me later. After the holiday.”
“Right.” Meegan felt like she had just met Olin, but with all the planning and plotting, the last week and a half had gone by so quickly. Thanksgiving was just a few days away. “Do you have plans?”
“My brothers will be here on Tuesday. We’re going to my dad’s house in Long Beach.”
“You guys aren’t from here are you?”
“No. Really small town in Pennsylvania. My great grandparents immigrated there. When I could afford to, I offered to move my dad out here. He picked Long Beach, ’cause he likes watching the shipping crates come into port.”
