15. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Oliver
I hate this fucking back brace already. It stops me bending and so I look like C3PO when I walk.
“Want me to get a cup of tea ready, Grandpa?” Keeley calls out from the top of the stairs.
“Funny, Sunshine,” I reply. In the end, they kept me in hospital a few extra nights, and I'm glad to be finally out and back home.
Keeley and Hannah picked me up from the hospital and Keeley insisted on tucking me in and making sure I don’t move from my bed. Hannah is heading over to Mum’s. As I missed Sunday lunch, they have decided to have a mid-week roast and to bring the food here.
Mum visited me in hospital yesterday. I was worried about how she’d take the news, but she was like a different person. Needing to take care of me seems to have given her a purpose We talked for a long time, about nothing and everything. I mentioned that I’m thinking of seeing a therapist. Not to help me with her situation, but just with everything going on in my life and she seemed curious. Maybe hearing that I’m thinking about it will show her it’s ok to ask for help from a professional.
I finally make it to the top of the stairs and see that Keeley has opened every window to let in some air. My duvet is folded back ready for me and she’s standing with her hands on her hips ushering me towards the bed.
“Move it, robot man,” she jokes.
“I think I preferred your weepy side,” I smirk.
“Someone told me to get myself together because we are fine.” She sticks her tongue out at me. We are almost back to how it was before the accident, joking, laughing, kissing; doctors won’t allow more. But every now and then, we share a quiet moment, just looking at each other. In those moments, we feel the bond we formed in the woods—something that’s hard to explain to anyone who wasn’t there
“We are okay.” My voice is barely audible, but she heard me. I slide onto the mattress and Keeley helps me to prop myself up with cushions and pillows.
She’s about to walk away when I grab hold of her hand.
“When are you leaving?” I’ve been meaning to ask her but I don’t really want to know the answer.
“Tomorrow morning,” she replies after a short pause.
“Stay here tonight.”
“Love to,” she gives me a brief smile before heading to the kitchen.
I groan as I pull the cushion out from behind my back and drop lower down.
“This was a lot for you today,” Keeley looks at me with concern as she dries her hands on a kitchen towel. After Mum and Hannah left she did all the washing up and cleaned the kitchen. Although Mum had cooked at home, a roast dinner for four still made a mess.
“It’s fine,” I reply but I think she’s right. I feel shattered.
“I’m going have to have a word with Hannah so she looks after you after tomorrow,” she jokes, but her words hit me deep in the pit of my stomach.
“You still haven’t given me your number.” She returned my phone to me at the hospital and bought a cheap replacement in the small electronic store in the village.
“Why do you want it?” She drops onto the bed next to me.
“So, I can text and call you. That’s what you do with friends.”
“I know I said I’m sometimes lonely but you don’t have to—”
“I know, Sunshine. But I want to.” I pick up my phone and hold it out to her. “So, please?”
She stares at it for a moment before accepting it.
“You should change your pin. I might sell it to the Russian mafia,” she jokes whilst typing her contact details.
“Nothing for them to get from me,” I reply and take my phone back. I find her in my directory and press the ring button. Her phone vibrates on the living room table.
“Just checking,” I smirk. She gasps in mock shock and throws a pillow in my face.
“Hey, injured person here.” I laugh.
“Whatever,” she giggles before sliding up to me and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.
“Shame the doctors don’t let you do anything,” she moans in between kisses. I slide my hand under her short skirt and find the cotton of her knickers. When my knuckles stroke over the material she groans.
“Be good, Oliver,” she warns. I smirk and pull the remaining pillows from underneath so I can lay back flat on the bed.
“Take you knickers off,” I command.
“Sorry?” she pretends to be confused but the blush on her cheeks gives her away. She knows exactly what I want.
“I need to taste you one more time Keeley. Please. If you kneel over me I can give you what we both want.”
“That’s crazy,” she giggles but obediently crawls of the bed. Her eyes are locked on me as she slowly unbuttons her purple blouse. Purple dress, purple blouse, from now on I’ll always think of her when I see purple.
The sight of her stripping off her clothes is mesmerising; she drops each item onto the floor until she's standing before me completely naked. Her soft curves and toned legs. I can see the bruises all over her arms, legs and a mighty one on her left hip. For a moment darkness descends on me when I remember I was not able to protect her. Then she walks towards me and all thoughts are gone.
She climbs back onto the bed and slides her body over mine. My fingers land on her hips and gently stroke the soft skin.
“Are you sure?” she whispers.
“One thousand percent,” I growl and gently bite her bottom lip.
“Okay, then.” She sits up and places her knees on either side of my face. My hands stroke up and down her thighs before cupping her arse cheeks to pull her right above me.
The lips of her pussy are swollen and parted, giving me a teasing glimpse of pink flesh deep within.
I stroke my finger through her wetness making her moan softly at my touch and push back against me encouragingly; a silent invitation that's impossible to resist. Pulling her down, I position myself so that my tongue is just inches away from that sweet juicy cunt, dripping wet for me.
Closing my eyes for a moment to savour the sweet anticipation, I let out a slow breath before closing the gap and taking my first taste. My tongue flicks out tentatively to trace a lazy circle around the outer edge of those luscious lips before moving slowly inward.
Keeley groans loudly but hovers awkwardly above me.
“Hold on to the headboard and sit,” I order.
“I’ll suffocate you.”
“No, you won’t. Trust me.” She doesn’t answer, but instead lowers herself onto my face so I no longer need to strain my neck. Reaching down with one hand, she guides me into position so that my mouth is pressed firmly against her needy pussy while two fingers slip inside to find their mark.
"Hmmm... yes," she moans approvingly as I start moving my tongue in earnest now; up and down, side to side, probing deeply into her core before circling back up to pay special attention to that sensitive little nub at the top.
I'm lost in the moment; all sense of time and place has disappeared as I focus on this one delicious task. The taste of her is intoxicating. My dick is rock hard and I feel a gentle pain in my back as my muscles tensing up. I suppress a groan; I don’t want this to be over. No, I want to drag this out for as long as I can. After all, it is the last time.
Keeley's moans and gasps are like music to my ears as I explore every inch of her perfect pussy with my tongue. And just as she starts to grind down on me, I latch onto her clit. Keeley screams out.
"Harder," she pleads after a while, her voice thick with need. "Suck it harder."
Responding instinctively, I change tactics and start applying more pressure. My lips close around that tender little bud at the top while my tongue flicks rapidly back and forth against it.
The effect is immediate. Keeley cries out loudly as a surge of pleasure courses through her body. She's close now, so very close; I can feel the tension building inside her squeezing my fingers tightly.
"Don't stop," she pants breathlessly between moans. "Just like that... oh fuck... I'm com—"
I don't need any further encouragement; redoubling my efforts, I suck hard on her clit while curling my fingers upwards to rub against that special spot deep inside. It only takes a few seconds for her orgasm to hit with full force.
She bucks against me wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her body. Drunk on lust and desire, I keep going until she literally pushes me away from her over-sensitivity. Collapsing onto the cushions, she lies panting.
I wipe my face with the back of my hand and try to direct my train of thought to something completely unsexy. England losing the World Cup in the last second of the game, someone force feeding me oysters—
“Ols, are you alright?”
“Yes, give me a second, I need to get this situation under control.” I point to my crotch.
“Oh, I can if you want,” she suggests.
“No! Not a good idea.”
“Is it causing you pain?” There’s alarm in her voice. She scrambles from the bed and I groan when I see her in all her beautiful nakedness.
“Would you mind putting clothes on?” I mumble and close my eyes. My company closing down. The tadpoles my cousin made me eat when I was nine.
“I’m dressed. Where does it hurt? Oh fuck, we shouldn’t have!”
“No, we absolutely had to,” I object and open my eyes again. She’s wearing one of my hoodies and tracksuit bottoms. “Oh shit, you even look sexy in that.”
“Ols!” She slaps me gently on my arm.
“Hey,” I chuckle and slowly feel my dick deflating. Breathing becomes easier again.
“Why did you not stop when it started to hurt?”
“What’s a bit of pain compared to having you come in my mouth?” I ask.
“Idiot,” she hisses but then smiles and give me a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose.
“I’ll miss you,” suddenly bursts from me. Keeley is quiet and for a second I think I’ve made a mistake admitting it, but then she surprises me.
“I’ll miss you too.”
“So promise we’ll stay in touch. At least as friends,” I need her to say it.
She sighs deeply, “I’ll promise. We both know I could do with a friend.” I’ll take that.
“Will me cuddling up to you—” She points at my body.
“Hurt my back?”
“No, arouse little Ollie,” she grins.
“May I remind you there is nothing little when it comes to my dick!” I protest jokingly.
“Fine, the mighty Ollie.” I love this crazy woman. Oh fuck. I did not just think that. I push the thought aside and instead hold out my arm to her.
“Me and the mighty Ollie wouldn’t mind at all if you cuddled up to us.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.” She eyes me suspiciously.
“Get over here, Keeley.” If it weren’t for that shitty back brace, I would have pulled her to me already. Instead, I have to wait for her to settle into my arms. Luckily, I don’t have to wait for long. This right now, this is perfection, even if it only lasts for one night.