Chapter 25
June
I cleaned up in the bathroom, practically falling asleep on the toilet with my forehead on the cold sink counter in front of me. Oli’s insanely perfect dick had left me half-present, but for fear he’d think I was in here taking a massive shit, I finally forced myself to stand and pull my clothes back into place.
He was waiting just outside the bathroom door, leaning casually on the opposite wall with his hands in his pockets. I’d planned on following him back down to the party but, for some reason, I just ran right up to him and threw my arms around him, begging for a deep kiss, which he granted.
“Let’s go back to the room,” I said, tugging on his flannel to get him back into the study.
He shook his head, his sticky cheeks pushed back into a smirk, his face still red from our ferocious fucking. “You said I’d get all of you next time. I’ve decided I don’t want to wait. I want it now.”
Without warning, he picked me up and wrapped me around his front, walking us down the stairs and out of the party. I closed my eyes to get comfortable on him, feeling the air switch from hot to cool as we stepped out into the night. Once outside, he gave me a tight squeeze before setting me down, much to my dismay. I humphed as my toes hit the ground. He took my hand in his and began walking toward my dorm casually, the street relatively empty and lit by lanky lampposts. My eyes gaped at our tangled digits. I looked up at him, though he simply stared ahead, offering me a very unhelpful view of his ear.
“You’re holding my hand,” I said. It seemed far too sweet for the sex we’d just had, and most certainly for the last couple of months of bickering we’d had.
He shrugged. “I like it. Don’t you?”
I pushed the corners of my mouth down in thought. It’s not that I didn’t, it’s just that it felt very…real. “I suppose it’s all right.”
He smiled to himself.
Not much time later, we were in my room with the door closed. Mary was likely still back at the Blue House, though I hadn’t actually seen her there, and I hoped she’d stay out all night. I wrapped myself in Oli, walking him backward until he sat on my bed. He fiddled with the hem of my shirt, running his knuckles over the skin of my stomach. I loved the way it tickled. As I leaned in, touching his lips with mine and threading my fingers through his hair, his hands splayed wider, grabbing the bulge of my lower abdomen.
“Oliver!” I gasped and jumped back, holding a hand to my stomach. Not that I resented my belly or anything but, jeez, he didn’t have to be so fucking obvious about it.
New insecurity: unlocked.
He smiled, but I didn’t find it amusing at all. I wrapped my forearms over my belly button. He quickly took note and peeled off his flannel, gesturing for me to come back. I did so hesitantly.
“Take my T-shirt off,” he whispered.
I huffed a breath as I tucked my fingers into the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, immediately getting distracted by the patchwork tattoos across his arms and chest. It was strange knowing a person in such intimate ways and just seeing this part of him for the first time. He was so beautiful I wanted to scream.
“Touch me,” he said quietly.
I ran my palms over his thick arms and shoulders, trailing a finger over my favorite tattoos, observing every inch of him closely. After a few silent moments, his hand fell on top of mine, and he led it down, pushing my fingers closed around the soft curve of his stomach. I caught his eye, and he smiled.
New insecurity: destroyed.
I desperately pushed on his chest to lay him down, ensuring he fell diagonally so his head didn’t hit the wall, before crawling over him. Our lips clashed as he pulled off my shirt fully. His hands slid up the skin of my back, and I ground into him.
“June,” he whispered.
I ignored him, grabbing his head tighter and kissing him deeper.
“June.”
I whined, pulling away and pinning my puffy lip under my teeth.
“I would, uhm, really like it if you could take your bra off.”
It was then that I realized his fingers were at the clasp on my back, tugging confusedly. I giggled and dropped my head into his neck. “Poor baby,” I teased. “So inexperienced.”
He tutted, and I snorted. I found it amusing that he could speak to me like a porn star while we fucked, but couldn’t figure out a simple hook. Then again, he’d always been pretty good at talking like a cocky asshole. I was now positive he was being truthful when he said he didn’t get much practice. A weird, possessive part of me liked that thought.
“Put a finger on either side of the thick part,” I said into his ear. “Push it together to get the loops unhooked. It’s as easy as that. I’ll wait.” I settled in comfortably, sprawled on him as I scratched at his shoulders and kissed his beard.
“This is so uncool,” he muttered, fumbling with the lace contraption.
Finally, he managed to get it undone, and I leaned up with a congratulatory, albeit sarcastic, gasp. “You did it!”
He ripped my bra off of me and tossed me on my back with a mischievous grin, laying me out flat underneath him. “You are such a brat.”
He pressed his pierced tongue to my nipple with swirling strokes, and I arched into the bed with a moan. His hand grabbed my other tit, and there was something so simple, so masculine, so hard and possessive about the way he performed the gesture that it had me coming utterly undone.
As he enjoyed me, switching back and forth and placing kisses down my skin, he tugged my pants off. He tossed my leg over his shoulder and buried his face right between my thighs, tasting my cunt slowly and softly. My hips dug circles into the air until my body was begging him to fuck me. I verbalized my need, and he leaned up, shaking his head.
“I’m afraid I can’t accommodate that just now.” Ah, fuck my fucking life. He literally just came at the party. “You’re going to sit here and take it until I’m ready again.”
I nodded frantically and let my head fall back on the pillow, getting lost in the sensations, whining as that metal bead slipped over my clit repeatedly. I could feel the shapes and circles he drew so intensely, as if he’d found the perfect spot andthen some. “Oli, that piercing.”
He chuckled between my legs. “It’s all yours, June.”
Oh god. My eyes rolled back until everything went dark. This was my new favorite hobby. I wanted him to lick my pussy twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Finally, his lips moved up my body and to my own. He pulled his trousers off and flipped me over himself, sitting up against the headboard and settling me down on top of him. I straddled his body, reaching a hand down to his cock which was deliciously hard. I sank onto it, squeaking into his mouth as his fingers pressed into the soft creases of my hips.
I observed his pretty lashes and the pure need emanating from his gaze. Every inch of me was pressed up to every inch of him, every divot of mine filled with a curve of his and vice versa. Strange emotions filled my chest, and I couldn’t bring myself to bounce on him and scream as I imagined I would have. Instead, I slowly rolled into him, feeling him move inside of me. Our bodies rocked like a wave, slow and languid and all at once.
“June,” he whispered, his fingers tangled in my hair, my nose on his. “I’ve wanted this since the day I met you.”
That was hands down the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. I forced out a breathy answer. “You know, you’re kind of a cringe-fest, Oliver.”
He chuckled and tugged on my lip with his teeth. “You seem pretty into it.”
I nodded as I rocked onto him harder, finding that perfect angle that had me quickly unraveling. Still, I didn’t believe his previous claim. “The first thing you ever said to me was a rude comment.”
He smiled into my mouth. “It was supposed to be a joke.”
“It was a terrible joke.”
“I’ve been told I can be a bit grave.”
“Grave would be an understatement,” I said, a little moan escaping me as his cock hit me just right. “You’re downright harsh.”
“And you…” he said, adjusting his hands on my hips to thrust up into me, “are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I couldn’t even produce an answer to that because he began thrusting over and over again in a way that only he could achieve. I didn’t know what to think about all this. No. Lies. I loved this. But I couldn’t help but wonder what it meant. We were project partners, classmates, who hardly got along. Soon, the semester would be over, along with our history class and our work. And us.
I bit down lightly on his bottom lip, doing my best to push those thoughts to the side and enjoy what was happening. He returned me to the present quickly, stacking that luscious feeling inside of me piece by piece. I gripped him by his hair, ensuring I took every inch while I still could.
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I spread over Oli like honey on toast. His hands splayed across my bare back, one large palm sliding down to hold behind my thigh as I squeezed him tightly. I didn’t want to unravel myself, and I had no idea how to feel about it. I had no idea how to feel about the way we stared into each other’s fucking souls as we fucked, and no idea how to feel about the obnoxious, gnawing feeling I had that the two of us were bound together somehow.
I was so terrified and so uncomfortable with the fact that he’d weaseled his way into my life this way. His motives were entirely unclear to me. So, I clung to him even more fiercely for fear of losing something I couldn’t name, only to be annoyed with myself for clinging as such. I was so utterly disoriented and so utterly weak. I could only hope he was as confused as I was and that he, too, felt the need to continue this charade for at least a little while longer. We could keep hating each other even after the project, maybe even after the school year. That’s all I wanted.
I woke up the next morning with a sharp pain in my arm and lifted my head, which abruptly hit the hard surface in front of me, my forehead bouncing. I groaned. My body was completely pressed up against the wall, my bones cracking, as I was allotted only a small portion of my bed.
What the fuck?
I squirmed myself awake. Then, I felt the body pressed up against my back. Oli, I remembered. A happy forgiveness washed over me but, still, I nudged him to the side with a smile.
“Move, you giant,” I whispered.
“No,” he mumbled back, scooching me closer to the wall.
I wriggled out from my allocated crevice and threw myself over his chest with a giggle, squishing into him like a cat in the sunny spot on a couch.
“I’m never sleeping here again,” he murmured, eyes still closed as he drew his hands up and down my back softly.
“Why not?!” I shot my head up immediately. That made him grin.
Fuck, June, pull that guard back up a little bit.
“The bed is too small and you’re uncomfortable.” I could tell by the way he spoke that he just wanted me to protest. He wanted me to say that I needed him to keep coming over, to admit how incredibly obsessed I was. This asshole was totally out to get me.
“Fine.” I set my chin back down on his chest. “You don’t have to sleep here ever again, but you’ll continue to spend the night as I see fit.” If I was going to beg him to keep fucking me, the least I could do was pretend I had the upper hand.
He gathered me in his embrace, pulling my entire body closer to him and kissing my head three times. It felt weird. It felt affectionate. Come to think of it, we had been very affectionate. My mind flashed back to last night when I was under the influence of alcohol and charm. Something about the morning sun offered me a new clarity that I wasn’t quite sure what to do with. How was it possible to be so happy and so heartbroken at the same time?
“You know, it’s Saturday,” he said in a low, slow morning voice, nestling his head into the pillow.
“I do know that, yes.”
“We’re supposed to meet later to study.”
“We are.”
“What if you pull yourself together, we head to mine for a minute so I can too, and we go get a coffee? We can push our session up and go straight from there.”
Thank god he said that. I couldn’t have possibly endured yet another Saturday alone in my dorm room with no plans. Still, I couldn’t seem too eager. “Why? So you can finish with me earlier and be free tonight?”
“Quite the opposite, June, and frankly I’m offended you think I won’t be fucking you tonight.”
Something about his answer made me absolutely flutter, but I quickly reminded myself who this was. This was Oliver, and I had to control myself. But I couldn’t help it. Oh god, I couldn’t help it. “Come take a shower with me,” I blurted. Shit. Did I say that out loud? The words tumbled from my lips before I could suck them back in.
My heart raced as I watched his eyes finally open, a big smile spreading over his cheeks. “Why?”
No going back now, I guess. What good was my stupidity if I didn’t stand by it? “Because I want to wash up. You told me to pull myself together for the day.”
“Mhm. And you can’t bear five minutes away from me to go do that yourself?”
I clicked my tongue. “Fine. Now you’ve gone and missed your opportunity.” I began to lift myself, but he quickly pulled me back in, picking me up as he stood from my bed. He turned me around in his embrace, suspending me in the air with my back to his front. He walked us over to the closet, opened it, and leaned me over my clothes without letting my feet touch the floor.
“Pick what you want,” he said, holding me like a crane above my belongings. I stretched down to grab a towel, but he quickly pulled me up before I could reach it.
“Oliver!” My giggles absolutely could not be contained as he dipped me and pulled me back up repeatedly, preventing me from grasping anything with success. “Oli! Let me get my things!”
“Fine, fine.” He laughed as he finally allowed me to pick up my towel and shower caddy. He then lowered me over my shower shoes, dangling my feet into them.
“You don’t have shoes,” I said, looking down at his bare feet.
“I’ll survive,” he answered as my toes hooked into the flip-flops. He carried me to the bathrooms and didn’t set me down until we were safely inside the shower, unseen by anyone who might protest his presence in here.
I swear, the heat, the steam, the kiss we melted into all felt like a complete dream. We were standing in a dinky, gray, dorm building shower, yet I couldn’t have been closer to heaven. Truly, I was floating. I— Wait a fucking second. This asshole wore me down with giggles and now he has me riding this joyful wave. No, no, no. This is Oliver we’re talking about. This is—
My thought was interrupted as a bottle clicked shut behind me and his hands fell to my back. I was hugged into him with my cheek on his chest, surrounded by him, joyful, desperate, confused. I… I couldn’t keep a thought straight. His palms moved slowly over my skin, taking careful care not to wet my messy bun as he lathered my back. My heart broke. It was simply too intimate to bear. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the notion that this moment would eventually end.
I must have been stiff because Oliver bent down to get a closer look at me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, placing his soapy hands on my shoulders.
I plastered a smile across my face and leaned up to kiss him quickly.
“That’s not an answer, June.”
Curse him for seeing right through my ploy.
“You’re being very nice to me,” I admitted. And it hurt. Quite a lot. I mourned something I hadn’t even lost yet, hadn’t lost because I didn’t have it to begin with.
“Would you like me to be meaner?”
“Maybe.” Yes, go back to that. Hating you was so much easier.
“Well, June, I’m sorry to say I don’t want to. I want to have a nice day today.”
A nice day. This asshole is trying to make me fall for him, isn’t he? Yes, this is all part of his elaborate master plan. I just know it.
In response, I gave him nothing more than a small humph and a pressed expression. That only made him smile, but it wasn’t a smile to represent his own happiness. No. I could tell that smile was for me. That smile was to communicate that he knew exactly what I was thinking, what I was feeling. He loomed over me with that deliberate look on his face as he placed one hand on my naked hip and the other in mine. Our fingers laced together, and he kissed me.
“It’s just me, June,” he whispered. “You can do it for me.”
Do what?
Have a nice day?
Accept his advances?
Fall in love— Oh, Mother Earth, I beg you to open up and let me disappear through your cracks this instant because if you don’t, I will…
I will…
I will.