Six #3
“No.” He answers too quickly for there to be any room for doubt. “Answer the question Mia” He closes the remaining small distance between us with another step. His next words, a soft begging of a whisper are what finally breaks me. “Answer the question, pretty girl.”
“No, it’s…” I don’t even get to finish giving him my answer before his mouth captures mine.
My purse drops to the ground. The kiss is harsh and anguished.
His hands are on my bare skin and bruising with his grip.
He trails one up my back, pressing into my neck, and lifting my chin up with his thumb to give him better access.
The footsteps of the waiters echo as they get closer. Oliver pulls away and grips my hand. He drags me out the back door and to the side of the building that is closed off to the street and hidden.
“You can pretend again starting tomorrow if you want. But I can’t do it right now.
Not after seeing his hands on you.” He backs me against the brick wall and I wince as it pricks and scrapes my skin.
“I’m just a man, Mia.” He kisses me again.
I should be stopping it. I should make sure he knows that this doesn’t change things.
That just because we feel this need to be touching each other doesn’t mean that anything else is needed. But I don’t.
He pulls away abruptly and starts taking his jackets off.
He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me closer to him.
I expect him to continue kissing me, but he drapes the jacket over my shoulders, ensuring it is on and not falling down.
“I don’t like seeing marks on you that I don’t leave.
” Then he kisses me with so much attention and aggression that I’m back against the wall again but this time with no scraping from the wall.
My heart does a weird thing at how soft this man is at times.
His hands grip and pull get my dress bundled around my hips. “Are we going to really do this? Outside?” I pant out the words between kisses. I don’t mind a good public sexcapade.
“Unless you tell me to stop.” He pulls back and watches my face for any sign of not wanting him. He won’t find it.
“Do you have a condom?” I’m on birth control. But I’ve never been with anyone without one. There’s always that anxiety haunting my brain that the pill will fail.
He lets his forehead rest against mine. His lips brush mine. His words ghost over them when he says, “Please don’t judge me for having one.” It’s the please that gets me.
I grin, “put it to use.” I command and he groans at my words.
His hand goes back under my dress and finds my inner thigh.
The soft pad of his fingers trailing upwards makes goosebumps cover my skin.
When he reaches the bareness between my legs, he lets out the smallest whine followed by a shiver.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” I should be embarrassed by how accurate his words are, but I’m not.
There is absolutely nothing that will make me feel ashamed for wanting one of the hottest men I know.
Sex is natural and fun. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.
He uses his other hand and unzips his pants to free himself.
Reluctantly, he removes his hand that is touching me to retrieve the condom from his pocket and rip it open.
He leans in and peppers soft kisses to my neck while he puts the condom on.
Feral Oliver is my favorite Oliver. I make a mental note to remind him that he can’t be possessive just because some other guy touches me. But I’m not going to bring it up now.
“Please, take your time. I’ll just wait here.” One of his hands reaches up and wraps around my neck. My throat flexes and I grin wildly.
“You’re always so fucking mouthy.” He lets his thumb brush across my lip and I know he is smearing my lipstick. Something he said he liked ruining the first time we did this. I don’t mind.
He wraps one of my legs around his waist in such a slow moment, watching the way his hand moves over my skin.
I nip at his thumb. “Careful, sharp teeth. Remember?” Bringing up what he said to Sean just earlier clearly antagonizes him because he is inside me with one quick thrust. His head falls to the crook of my neck and he pauses.
“Why do you feel so perfect?” I don’t think he means to say it outloud. He sounds pained and I get it. It’s annoying how perfectly full I feel. How he touches every part of me and stretches me at the same time.
Laughter followed by a man saying, “I’m stealing you away.” Makes us both grow paralyzed.
I recognize that laughter and that voice. Dirty little fighters. “That’s Rory and AJ.” I almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all but it’s cut off with the hunger in Oliver’s eyes.
His hand covers my mouth and his words are a growl in my ear.
“Please don’t say any other names while my dick is throbbing inside of you.
” There’s that please again. Who knew Oliver was so needy with sex.
He doesn’t wait for me to try and speak again before he pulls back and drives into me.
This time is so much different than the first time.
That night was like a fever dream. Oliver is filled with absolute ravenous need.
And I am more than happy with me being what satiates him.