Chapter 28 Phoebe
PHOEBE
They did it. The Devil Birds won their next three games and advanced to the next round of the playoffs.
Now it’s a best-of-seven round against the Salem Spellbinders.
I’m glad the season is almost over. Between being back to work full-time at the bakery and getting up early, and Ollie’s game and travel schedule with late nights, we aren’t seeing each other that much.
After our first night together, we talked about getting our marriage license so we could get married right away, but reality intruded.
Our marriage license will only be good for sixty days, and depending on what happens with the playoffs, it could limit our choices for our wedding.
Shelby’s due date needs to be considered too because, other than Ollie, she’s the only person I need at our wedding.
Pastry Pro is next weekend. Ollie has a home game the evening of the final day of our contest, so we may be able to attend each other’s events and support each other, but nothing is guaranteed.
This is the first night I don’t have to go to bed early to work in the bakery and Ollie doesn’t have a game for the next few days while the other series wraps up.
“Wow, this is so good,” I say, taking a bite of the Tuscan pork filet over pasta with garlic and zucchini we cooked together from the meal prep service we signed up for.
Ollie grins and points his fork at me. “I told you so! It’s delicious, and we don’t have to think about it. Only open and follow directions.”
We’re sitting at the counter, and I bump his arm with my shoulder. “It’s fun cooking together.”
He gives me a sexy wink, and my tummy flips.
“We do lots of fun things together,” he says.
Hell yes, we do. I feel the flush creep up my cheeks. Ollie is an incredibly fast learner, especially when it’s a subject he’s interested in. Fortunately for me, my sexual pleasure is something he’s extremely interested in. Ollie went from sweet but kinda clueless to sex god in a matter of days.
Ollie tilts my chin up with one big hand and licks some sauce from the corner of my lips. When he speaks, his voice is gravely, his eyes heavy-lidded. “And you don’t have to work tomorrow, so I can keep you in bed with me all. Day. Long.”
“Oh good, there’s a hard sudoku I can use your help with.” I’m teasing, but I’m also breathless.
He wraps his arm around me and leans down, his warm breath tickling my ear.
“My darling Phoebe, I have something hard I could use your help with too.”
We can deal with our dirty dinner dishes tomorrow morning.
Ollie’s bedroom is now our bedroom when he’s home.
When he’s traveling, I take his pillow into my bed so I can cuddle it.
But he’s here now, and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy being together.
Grabbing his hand, I lead him into the bedroom.
We’ve barely crossed the threshold when he spins me into his arms and plants his lips on mine.
He’s the first man I’ve kissed with a beard and mustache, so it’s an odd sensation to feel the whiskers, but I love it. Especially between my thighs.
Speaking of between thighs, I’ve been wanting to do this for days, but our schedules have been too crazy, and I didn’t want to rush this.
I undo his belt buckle and unbutton his jeans before grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and pulling up.
Ollie quickly gets with the program and reaches behind his head to do the sexy one-handed pull-off-the-shirt thing guys instinctually know how to do.
I pause for a moment to admire his muscled torso.
The shoulder boulders, the defined biceps, the pec pillows, the abs I love to trace while we cuddle. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper.
His low chuckle resonates in my pussy, which is weird, but I don’t know how else to describe it.
“That’s my line,” he says.
“We can share.”
With his shirt out of the way, he reaches for mine, and I let him pull my pink long-sleeve T-shirt over my head.
When he reaches for the elasticized waistband of my black leggings, I go back to his pants too.
It’s my turn to take care of him. I step out of my leggings first but don’t let him pull down my cheeky panties.
Once we’re both completely naked, we’re boinking, and that’s not what I want for round one tonight.
“This is all about you this time, Ollie. Relax and enjoy it,” I say as I drop to my knees and pull down his jeans and briefs, tossing them to the side when he steps out of them.
His proud cock juts out straight and strong, and it’s magnificent.
It’s wonderfully proportioned, and it’s big but not ridiculously so.
It’s enough that you feel it and are stretched, but it’s not so much that it’s painful. It’s…perfect.
“Cupcake,” he says with that low, rumbly voice that always gets to me. “You know this isn’t going to last very long, right?”
I delicately lick a drop of precum from the tip of his cock, and he shivers.
“Phoebe…” His voice trails off as I take the whole head and some of his shaft into my mouth. “Oh…”
Cupping his balls with one hand and using my other hand to work the shaft not covered by my mouth, I lick and suck his cock. His gasps and groans are exhilarating. When his muscular thighs start trembling, I know he’s close.
“Phoebe, I’m about to come.” Ollie groans and tries to pull away. He’s such a gentleman.
I move my hand from his balls to his ass to stop him.
Humming as I suck pushes him over the edge, and he’s panting as I swallow every last drop.
I press a gentle kiss to his tip and giggle at the way that the hair on his thighs stands on end as he delicately shivers.
It amazes me that I can affect this giant sweetheart of a man so much. I hope it’s always like this.