Our lips were millimeters apart as we each waited for the other to make the move. His gaze darted around my face as our bodies lined up, pressing together. I almost caved and begged him to kiss me, but I held my ground. He’d had the upper hand that night for too long. I was the one standing there naked and exposed, after all. Now he’d have to give me the satisfaction of losing control.
After what felt like hours, he moaned, “Tar-yn.” He covered my mouth with his, finally giving me his lips and penetrating me with his tongue. Keeping our kiss, he pushed me by the hips until my calves hit the bed behind me. He reached for the backs of my thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him as he tossed me down on the bed and fell on top of me.
My belly fluttered and I smiled over his shoulder as the weight of him covered me. When his hands found my breasts, I arched into him. “Please, Oliver.”
Dizzy, I pawed at his shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders, needing to feel his skin. He was warm, solid. He tried to move down my body, but I held him up with my legs. “Clothes. Off.” Each word was a breath. “Condom.” I moved my arm toward my nightstand.
He shook his head against me, kissing down my neck and taking a nipple into his mouth. I loved the way his chest felt against my belly, the way he sucked and tugged at me. His shoulders flexed as he caged me in with his arms. I squeaked out a noise, squirming under him. Burying my hands in his hair, I pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at me. “Need you.”
He grinned. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
“So are you.” I tugged his hair again. “Now take off your pants.”
He chuckled and bit me lightly on the stomach. “No.”
I yanked his head back again. “I don’t know how I’m going to get that condom on you otherwise.”
His hesitation made me wonder if he was having second thoughts, until he swirled his tongue around my nipple. “Stop teasing. Do you want to be together tonight, Ollie?” I whispered, afraid of the answer.
He groaned something into my breast before looking up again, those heavy-lidded brown eyes hungry for me, for us. “More than anything. But if we only have tonight, I’m strategizing.”
I dramatically flung my arms off of him onto my bed. “Strategizing? Do you have to always be a nerd—”
“Shh.” He held a finger over his lips, then touched his nose and pointed at me. “I’m making love to you. Have you ever been made love to, Tar?”
He traced circles on my belly with his tongue, and I squirmed under him. In an attempt to find relief, I reached under him to yank at my thong, hoping to pull it off.
He grabbed my hand and swatted it away. “I’m going to explore every inch of you. I want to make you come so hard that you won’t know which way is up. I’m going to do any damn thing you want me to do, and then, maybe I’ll start over and do it all again.”
I gasped. “But—”
“And by the time I’m inside of you, you’re going to be an absolute disaster. In the best way.”
Sweet Lord. I almost came from the promise of his words. I took a deep breath and tried to settle myself, except I was naked and pinned to my bed, with his expert lips nibbling at my ribcage. “That’s some ego. And you’re very bossy, you know.”
“After I’m done with you, assuming there are still more hours left in our night, then maybe, maybe, I’ll let you call the shots. For now though? Yep. I’m the boss. Accept your fate.”
“Oh my. What has gotten into you?”
He chuckled against my skin. “I’m living my fantasy. I’ve thought about this, the things I’d do to you, ever since you showed up to the library in your Princess Leia shirt.” He licked a trail up to my breasts again. “I thought about you when I jerked off in the bathroom that day.”
“No you didn’t.” I pulled his face deep between my breasts, my hips moving against his torso in an effort to get him to grant me relief.
He wiggled out of my grasp and looked up at me. “I hate to break this to you, but I’m not here to fuck you.”
I groaned, unsure how to handle his insistence. I really, really wanted to be fucked.
“Relax and give yourself to me.” He tickled my sides with his thumbs as he rested his chin on my belly. “We’re in a safe space. You don’t like something, then tell me to stop. But I’m not going to rush through a fuck with you, Bella. No matter how much you want to.”
Maybe it was wrong that I wanted him to be so overwhelmed with desire for me, like I was for him, that he lost control and slammed into me, taking me along for the ride. “I wonder if you don’t want me enough.”
In a flash, he moved up my body so that we were face-to-face, our noses an inch apart. He leaned on his elbow and took my hand, pressing it over his pants. His dick throbbed under my grasp. “Trust me. That’s not the case.”
I slid my hands to his unzip his pants, then reached to grab his erection. He closed his eyes, but just as quickly, he opened them again and yanked out my hand. “No.” He kissed my nose and disappeared down my body again. “But maybe I won’t be able to hold out as long as I imagined.”
I smirked and closed my eyes, letting him kiss me, making me want him with each second that passed and each touch of his hand. By the time he finally moved his efforts between my legs, I was on the brink of insanity.
He rolled off me and slid my thong off over my shoes, which he left on. His gaze smoldered on mine as he pulled off his remaining clothes and pushed down his pants.
I couldn’t wait anymore. My patience waned, and I slid my hands between my legs.
“No,” he barked, as he stepped out of his boxers. “You come because of me tonight. I get to make it happen.”
I pressed my lips together. “Oliver, I’m so turned on right now that you don’t even have to touch me. If you want me, I’d like it to be now. Now. Before I do it without you.”
He jumped back onto the bed, landing on top of me and kissing me hard. Finally, he was naked. Our bodies clung to each other as his tongue invaded me.
“I never knew,” I said, against his lips. “How could I have guessed that you could make me feel like this?”
He moved his hand between my legs, and I arched into him. “Does that mean you feel good, Tar?”
I rocked my hips against his touch. “For the love of God, yes.”
Already, my orgasm was building. I loved the feeling, the flutter, the jolt through my core. As soon as Ollie put a finger inside me, I came around him, gripping him with my thighs, riding the heel of his hand.
As I rode out the orgasm, he kissed my neck, hovering over my body, telling me how much he wanted to be inside of me. He said he wanted to make me come again just so he could watch me.
“Thank you for giving me tonight,” I said, reaching for a condom. Loose, sweaty, and relaxed—but wanting more—I shifted Ollie onto his back to straddle his hips, then took the liberty of stretching the condom over him.
“Tar,” he murmured, reaching up to cup my face. “You’re the most incredible woman in the world, you’re naked, and you just rolled a condom on me. You’re thanking me for living a dream, you realize that?”
“Gets better,” I teased.
“I’m not so sure.”
I lifted an eyebrow.
“I mean…it’s been a while for me, and you’re so sexy. I’m not going to last a second.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t then,” I teased. “If you don’t want to.”
“Oh, hell no. This is happening, as long as you’re okay with it.”
I snorted, bending down to kiss his nose. “I’m more than okay with it.”
“Can you stop being so hot though?”
The orgasm he’d given me had taken the edge off, so I could have teased him all night. I leaned over his body and sucked his bottom lip. “Stop making me feel hot. It’s your fault.”
He kissed me, his hands cradling the back of my head, as I positioned myself over him. Reaching between us, I grabbed him and lowered myself onto his length in one m
ovement, forcing him to fill me.
When he was completely inside of me, he stopped kissing me. His lips opened against mine as he moaned quietly. “Bella.”
He grabbed my ass as I lifted my hips and settled on him again. Our movements were slow, intense. We were both completely present in the quiet, dark room. I’d never had sex like that before—quietly. With a deep breath, I lifted and lowered my hips.
I tried to move up, but he held me down against him. “Open your eyes.” His shaky voice was a plea, not a demand.
I did.
“This feeling,” he panted, as I pushed my hips upward against his strong grip and lowered myself onto him, “it’s everything.”
I nodded. It was everything. I couldn’t imagine anything in the world feeling better. I licked my lips and then moved closer to kiss his, framing his face in my hands.
“But I’m going to have to take control this time,” he whispered in my ear. “Please?”
I nodded again because I couldn’t find my words.
Holding me around my waist, he rolled me over, staying inside of me while he settled between my thighs. With him on top, I could use my hands more freely. I tangled them in his hair as he pressed himself into me.
He kissed me as we made love, moving in and out of me in a natural rhythm like we’d done it a million times before. When I felt the jolt of pleasure rise from my core again, I arched my back and begged him to keep going. He buried his face in my neck as he continued rocking into me, and when I came, he did too.
He collapsed onto me. I held him there as we caught our breath. I loved the weight of him, how our bodies were still joined. “Oliver?” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
“It feels different than the times before.”
He lifted his chest off of mine and looked down at me. “Same for me. Everything feels different with you.”
I couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive, so energized, and so spent at the same time. Still holding me close, he twisted us to lie on our sides, facing each other. I mirrored his movements as he pressed a finger to my skin and trailed it over me—from my shoulder over my breast, my waist, and my legs. Everywhere he touched my body, I touched his.
He grabbed my hands to stop me, holding them between us. “I’m sorry there’s not more of me.”
I furrowed my brow. “What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know.” He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. “Josh has, like, a hundred pounds on me.”
I climbed on top of him again, straddling him. “Wait. Are you body shaming yourself?”
Scrunching his face, he said, “Maybe? I mean, you’re…” He gazed at my body and then back at my face, “… gorgeous, Taryn. I know the guys you usually go for.”
“Oliver!” I swatted his chest. “I don’t want to think about those other guys.”
“But—”
“Like Danny the Douchebag? Oh yeah,” I scoffed. “I’d really rather be with him right now than with you. If I weren’t a lady, I’d tell you about how awful sex with Danny was.”
He chuckled and looked past me to the ceiling again. I placed his hands on my thighs as I sat back. “Believe me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your body. In fact, I’ve never enjoyed a body as much as I’ve enjoyed yours tonight.”
Smiling, he squeezed my thighs. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really. I’m going to spend the entire night enjoying your body. Now can you stop with the self-esteem stuff?”
He smirked. “I’ll try.” Reaching up, he cupped my cheek. “It’s hard to believe that you are here with me, that’s all.”
“Honestly,” I replied softly. “It’s not that hard for me to believe it. Not after getting to know you the past couple of weeks.”
“Aw, you’re sweet too,” he said, running a thumb over my lips.
“I wear many different hats,” I teased.
“I’m learning that about you.” He slid his hand over my shoulder to my breast, then down my belly. “Learning lots of things about you, Bella,” he murmured, the flirt returning to his voice. “Like how you like to be touched.”
When he snuck his hand between my legs, I shifted against it. “Like that,” I said, bending forward to kiss him. Covering my mouth with his, he worked me with his lips and his hand. “Just like that.” I moaned as my body tingled in all the right places. “You’re becoming an expert student.”
He shifted a finger inside of me. “Best class I ever had, Tar.”
Chapter Fifteen
Oliver
After the most sound sleep ever, I dreamed that crows were picking at my face. Until I jerked myself awake to see a silver scalpel coming toward my eyes. “What the fuck?”
I scurried to the back of the bed and woke up, realizing that I was in Taryn’s room. She was leaning toward me with tweezers in her hands.
“Just one. Come on, Ollie.” She was naked, her hair down and messy over her shoulders and her breasts, as she clicked the torture device at me.
I couldn’t help smiling as I remembered the night before. “Are you insane, woman?” I held out my arms to ward her off or grab her if she got close enough. “Are you trying to steal my eyeballs?”
Her smile grew wide. “Yes. I have an organ dealer outside waiting for them.”
I reached for the tweezers. “Get away from me with those things.”
She pulled them out of my reach. “Just let me do a couple. There are only two that drive me absolutely batty, I swear.”
When she came at me with the tweezers again, I jumped off the bed. She chased me, and I snuck a peek at her delicious body. Damn she was beautiful, and the night before… Jesus Christ.
Spotting her shoes from the arcade night, I grabbed them and hustled to the window. “Get away from me or the boot shoe things fly out the window.”
“Ahh,” she screamed, reaching for them.
I threw them over her head and wrapped my arms around her. Suddenly, I remembered that I was naked too, and I wasn’t as pretty as she was. I kissed her to distract her, my dick twitching against her belly as my tongue explored her mouth.
“Good morning,” she murmured against my lips, kissing me back with the same amount of fervor.
With our lips connected, I guided her backward until she hit the bed and sat. I kneeled on the floor between her legs and rubbed her thighs. “Now isn’t this a lot nicer way to start the day than you picking at my face with those tweezers?”
“Hmm,” she said.
I kissed down the side of her neck. “Don’t think I don’t know you still have them.”
“Don’t fall asleep, Nerdilicious… I’m not giving up. I’ll manscape you one way or the other.”
I yanked her ass to the edge of the bed and spread her knees further apart. “Maybe I can distract you.” Then I sunk lower and trailed a line of kisses up her inner thigh.
As I licked my way to her pussy, she moaned my name. I loved how it sounded.
The next time I woke up, two condoms and as many hours later, she was nestled in my arms. Trying not to wake her, I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so that her head rested on my chest. Her long hair fell like a blanket across me. From the angle of the sun peeking through her window, I figured it was close to noon. If Taryn had to work, she didn’t seem to care, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to wake her. Not when she felt so perfect just where she was.
I took a deep breath, hating being alone with my thoughts. This was the dreaded aftermath. I knew it would come at some point. I hadn’t wanted to face it, but it crept up on me.
Technically, neither Taryn nor I had done anything wrong. Vi had broken up with me. I was single; Taryn was single. But I thought about how I would feel if Vi had hooked up with Josh, and, yeah, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
Bottom line was that we’d have to tell her. That is, if Taryn actually wanted to…what? Do this again? Be together?
The thought made my head spin. I’d never imagined a future without Viol
et in it. Could I even picture Taryn and me as a couple? I held back a laugh. She was a beauty queen, and I was boring me. Her future was a blank slate. She had no idea what she wanted to do or where she wanted to be. Me, on the other hand...I was locked in and ready to roll with life.
She hummed, her throat vibrating against my chest.
Damn, she was freaking adorable. I kissed the top of her head and squeezed her a little closer.
“Hmm.” She stretched next to me, draping her leg over mine.
“Do you have to wake for anything, Bella?” I whispered softly.
She sat up next to me. “What time is it?”
The sheet fell and she stretched her arms overhead, her upper body naked. Those amazing breasts called me.
She reached onto the nightstand and grabbed her phone. “Twelve fifteen.” Her eyes opened wide. “Wow. We slept that long?”
“We had an active night, and morning, actually.”
She smiled and laid back down next to me. “Active, yes. I feel wonderful by the way. Thanks for that.”
I pulled her closer. “You’re thanking me? I think I should be doing the thanking. Last night was the best night of my life.” It wasn’t a lie, but I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to say.
“Do we have to talk about all of this?” she asked, nuzzling her cheek against my chest. “Because I’d really rather not. I don’t want to ruin the perfection of it.”
I grinned as I played with her hair, smoothing it down her back. I didn’t want to talk about it either. “I know we said we’d let go of the world for last night, but maybe, if you want, we could give ourselves today too. Like, a full twenty-four hours. Sunday should be a free day for us. That only seems fair.”
She giggled and snuggled into me. “Fair is fair. But if you want to bail, Oliver, know that you can. I understand this is…problematic…in some ways.”
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