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“It was pretty great,” she admitted. “I’ve never been on top with a guy before; I have messed around with my vibrator in this position, but with you…it feels different.”
Ollie smiled, brushing her hair out of her face. Every other time she’d been with a man, she’d panicked. With Jackson, the panic had set in early, but she’d also been open with him. So this morning’s adventure wasn’t stressful. It had been, as she told him,pretty great.
“Maybe next time you can show me how you use your vibrator.”
Ollie grinned, thinking back on the night when she gave herself multiple orgasms because her brain was filled with Jackson. Now that she’d had the real thing, would her vibrator still do the trick?
“It depends on how I feel about you next time.”
“Ouch.”
Ollie sat up with a laugh, smoothing her hair back and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Jackson reached for her, his fingers curling into her thigh.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to wash up.”
Jackson nodded, stretching and turning onto his back. “Hurry back.”
Ollie tugged on the t-shirt she’d worn earlier, watching as Jackson peeled off the condom. Biting her lip, Ollie took one more full look at his body and rushed to the bathroom.
She peed, washed herself and as she cleaned her hands, Ollie looked at her reflection—she was flushed and looked well fucked. When was the last time she looked this happy about sex? Ollie might have been hesitant about Jackson at first, but he’d found a way to wear her down.
She ran her damp fingers through her tangled mane and straightened it out the best she could. She felt fucking beautiful. Since Pierce, she hadn’t felt that way around a man. Men made her nervous when she was naked. Jackson looked at her like she was the only woman in the world and Ollie basked in it.
It might have been almost 10 years since Pierce walked out of her life, but the scars were still there. And sometimes they feltreal. Jackson had been so gentle and she’d also connected with Jackson outside of the bedroom. They’d touched, teased and tortured each other for weeks before giving each other what they really wanted.
There was also the fact he made her come through penetration.
Outside of her vibrator and her own fingers, Ollie rarely came during penetrative sex. Men sometimes didn’t even care if you were wet or lubricated enough, they pushed into you and took what they wanted. And she’d hooked up with a few oftheir kind, only to end up in hotel bathrooms or bathrooms in their apartments washing off the disgust while she breathed through another panic attack.
It was why Ollie stopped hooking up with men at the bar and settled for women. Although, women were also sometimes pretty ridiculous with their demands and expectations.
Ollie had put too much stock into sex, so when she first slept with a man, it didn’t measure up. Pierce tried, there was no doubt, but Ollie orgasmed maybe once in every three times they had sex. And worse, he didn’t even know she was faking it.
With Jackson, the orgasm was real. The fact that feelings and a connection were present made it much more special. She hadn’t lied to Jackson, she felt great. One orgasm was sometimes all it took to unravel everything knotted up inside of you. A sense of relief coupled with the fact that she’d been with a man without needing a paper bag after made it special. Something told her Jackson would make her come every single time he was inside her andthatwas what she had to look forward to.
Ollie opened the bathroom door,smiling to herself but at the sight of an unfamiliar face staring at her, she yelped loudly. The guy in front of her jumped backwards when Jackson rushed out of his room, buck naked. When he realized they had company, he quickly dropped his hands to cover his dick and Ollie swallowed back a laugh.
“What the fuck, Carson?”
Carsonhad his hand over his eyes, gesturing around the apartment with his other hand. “Dude, Ilivehere.”
“You’re not supposed to behere.” Jackson huffed and Ollie looked between them.
“Well…plans changed. I didn’t know you had company, or I’d have texted,” he said and smiled at her. “I’m Carson. You’re the hot bartender from the Barrel.”
“And you were leaving?” Jackson spoke, his tone all rough and pointed.
Carson shrugged. “Sure, I can be leaving. Any idea when I can come back?”
“I’ll text you.”
“Right, okay, nice to meet you, bartender from the Barrel.Jackson.” He said his friend’s name with a touch of something and walked out the front door mumbling under his breath.
Jackson sighed, stepping past her into the bathroom. “I’m glad you put that on.”
Ollie looked at the t-shirt that barely covered her. “I’m not sure it protected me from anything.”
