Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Sally
Oliver carries me up the porch stairs.
We’re both desperate and needing to feel each other. I’ve never been this eager for someone else before. Sure, when I went to that motel, I was dying for any little bit of affection my demons would give, but this is different. I’m not begging. Oliver is just as frantic as I am to feel us together.
He kicks the door open, which gets a laugh out of me, but that’s short-lived as Oliver’s mouth makes contact with my neck.
A moan escapes my lips.
“God, you sound like magic,” he says against my neck, causing another shiver to run down.
Subconsciously, my eyes wander the room in search of his phone.
“If you are wondering where my phone is, I threw it on the couch the minute we got inside.” His voice groans into my neck as a feeling of warmth spreads through my whole body. “I’ll throw it in the trash if you need me to.”
I pull my arms from being melded to his back and pull his head up so we’re looking at each other. “I’m ready.”
At that, his eyes darken as he grips the back of my neck, making sure the rest of my body stays upright with his other arm and pulls me in. His teeth graze against my bottom lip.
We move from the still-messy living room—I’ll have to scold him for not cleaning tomorrow—to his bedroom.
He sets me down on his bed, and I’m expecting him to kiss me or take off my shirt, maybe his own, but he doesn’t. Oliver walks over to his dresser and pulls something out.
In his hands rests a bottle of lube and a dildo.
“Oliver?”
“So, I did some research on ways to stimulate you other than me devouring your delicious tits.” Oliver walks over and places the items to my side.
He starts to unbutton his shirt. My eyes trail his body as they work through the fabric, opening it bit by bit.
Oliver discards the shirt onto the floor.
I’ll never get tired of seeing him shirtless, will I?
“Where did you even get these?”
“Daisy runs a feminine shop, though I think it’s more sex toys than anything. Rena is a lucky lady.”
That gets a laugh out of me.
My eyes flit to the dildo with curiosity. “You know when I said I was ready, I mostly meant being naked in front of you. You don’t have to work to get me off. It’s just the way my body is wired.”
“Princess,” he says with a strained tone before kneeling down in front of me. “Has anyone prioritized you coming?”
How do I tell him that I’ve only really been viewed as someone’s shame and how they typically just want to get their urges under control and don’t really care about my feelings on the matter?
I must look puzzled by the question because Oliver growls. “Mother truckers. Sally, if I could punch every guy who’s made you feel like your pleasure doesn’t come first, I might end up in jail.”
“It’s never really been a topic of discussion.”
His jaw ticks, replacing the heated desire in his eyes with a different kind of fire. He’s not mad at me; he’s made for me. No one other than my family has ever been mad for me.
“Tonight is all about you.” He gives me a firm nod because his eyes glaze over again as they trail my body. “Do you trust me?”
I’m nodding before the thought fully processes. I don’t think I could ever not trust Oliver. He’s my hero in so many ways.
Before I know it, Oliver strips me of all my clothing besides my underwear.
“This next part is up to you.”
I take a deep breath. Come on, Sally, this isn’t the first time you’ve been naked in front of someone. Stop being so hung up in the past.
My fingers shake a little with anxiety as they lace through the straps of my underwear, pulling it down along with my tuck.
Oliver takes in a sharp breath.
I look up, fully expecting to see a look of disgust, but I don’t see any rejection in his eyes. His eyes swirl with a storm of desire, darkening the blueish green.
“Just so we are on the same page…” Oliver takes my still-shaking hand and places it right on his impressive bulge that’s begging to be set free. “I’m so incredibly turned on by you right now.”
Oliver drinks me in, but instead of focusing on parts of my body, he’s looking at all of me. He’s not turned on by what’s in my pants but the fact that I’m opening myself up to him.
I grip his hard cock through his pants, and Oliver barks out a groan.
“You’re wearing too much.” I bite my lip.
Oliver pulls down both his pants and underwear in one swoop. His cock springs out, and I feel my mouth water from the sight.
I’ll never complain about sucking a thick cock, and Oliver is the perfect size for it, but tonight he looks bigger. I had him in my face a little over a day ago, and yet he seems even more turned on. I’m doing this to him.
Without missing a beat, my hand wraps around his length, pumping it up as he lets out a hiss.
“Princess, you can’t do that, or I’m going to fucking burst.” He doesn’t stop me, though. His breath labors as I continue to play with him.
I look up at him with my best innocent expression. He mutters a curse before crashing his lips onto mine. My hand pumps in rhythm as his tongue glides against my lips.
Oliver’s body collides with mine, pushing me further onto the bed. He trails kisses and bites down my neck until he reaches my breasts and takes one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue against my hot flesh.
With his other hand, he grips my remaining tit and gives it a firm squeeze. A moan ripples out of me.
“Your tits are the perfect size.” Pleasure surges through my chest as his fingers brush against my sensitive nipple. “Everything about you is perfect for me.”
My legs wrap around his waist as he pushes against me. Feeling every part of him against every part of me should send me into a panic spiral, but there’s not a tinge of anxiety.
Suddenly, his mouth leaves my breast, and I groan in protest. His eyes meet mine with a new level of concern.
“How do you want to handle this?” His eyes then flick from mine and down my body for a second.
I swallow, trying not to think about it too much. “Just don’t touch it?”
“Whatever you want.” The serious tone shifts as a grin plays on his lips, lifting the mood instantly. “Are you ready?”
At this point, my legs are still wrapped around his waist. My mouth is too dry to actually answer him, so all I can muster is an overly eager nod.
With that, his arms wrap tightly around my body, and he hoists me off the bed. Now, I’m positioned directly on his lap like before.
To stabilize myself, my arms find their way around his neck, pulling us together chest to chest.
Next thing I hear is the opening of the lube as one hand grips my ass. My body reacts instantly to the presence of the silicone dildo rubbing against my hole.
“Say the word, and we’ll stop, but I’m gonna need you to relax, princess.”
A shiver runs up my spine as the coolness of the dildo presses against me again. I can’t help the guttural sound that comes out.
“Use your words.”
“I want it.” I breathe out a sigh as he kisses my neck, and the dildo starts to push in.
“That’s my girl.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve played around with sex toys, but it is my first time having someone else do it for me.
Oliver pushes it farther in when I thought it was done, and another moan bubbles out.
My legs rest on his thighs, giving him full access to my ass.
Our lips crash together in a bruising kiss. Oliver’s free hand leaves my ass and trails up my side.
My body focuses on every one of his movements, the rough glide of his fingers against my skin until it reaches a new, more sensitive place on my body.
My moan is consumed by Oliver’s mouth as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. The ping of pain is overwritten by his tongue, and the toy still lodged in my ass.
Oliver pulls the dildo out only to push it right back in, and this time, I break away from his swollen lips, only to throw my head back at the sensation knocking against my core.
My fingers find their way, weaving themselves through his thick surfer’s hair. I grip at his roots, and now it’s his turn to let out a noise that makes my stomach flip just as much as the pressure pushing in and out. He’s making that noise because of me.
“Do you want my fingers?” he rasps.
While the toy feels great, the idea of having any part of Oliver inside me causes a jolt.
“I need…”
“What do you need?” he whispers in my ear. “Come on, Sally, tell me what you need. How do you want me to make you come?”
Jesus, fuck.
He’s going to make me say it, make me beg for it.
I let out a pant. “You… I need you.”
“Which part of me do you want?”
“Can I say your cock?”
His eyes fill with lust. “I want to fuck you so badly, but right now, I need to prove to you that those fuckers were the problem, not you. I’m going to make you come.”
He pulls the dildo out, leaving me empty and aching to be filled again. After squeezing a generous amount of lube on his fingers, my body nearly jumps at their presence, brushing against my hole.
The aching emptiness subsides as his finger pushes inside me, but it doesn’t feel the same as the dildo. There’s a sort of closeness I hadn’t felt with the toy.
He pushes in one finger, giving me time to adjust to the unfamiliar presence. Then, he’s fucking me with his finger with a spurt of eagerness I’ve never experienced before.
Oliver bites his lip as his own throaty moan comes out like he’s getting just as much pleasure as I am, which should be impossible.
Was everything always supposed to feel like this? Every stroke against my insides sends a different ping of mind-altering pleasure.
“Think you can handle two fingers?” His breath burns away the skin on my neck.
My answer flies out, “Yes!”
He smirks and bites down before pushing the second finger in.
How am I supposed to go back to anything else after this?
Then, Oliver finds whatever he’s been looking for while his fingers probe my butt. His digits find the perfect bundle of nerves my prostate.
The friction makes me see stars with everything glazing over as some sort of rapture takes over my bodily functions. I can’t even think clearly as Oliver takes his free hand, grips the back of my neck, and pulls our foreheads together.
We practically pant with hot breaths on each other. It’s taking all my strength to meet his gaze.
“Can we try something?” The question catches me off guard.
I’m about to reply when his fingers brush against my prostate again, and I let out a whimper.
“Music to my fucking ears.” His spare fingers, still on the back of my head, tighten around my hair, jerking it back and bringing out enjoyment. “Can we?”
For a second, his question didn’t make sense until I remembered what he was saying. “Yes.”
Once again, he pulls out of my ass, and I have to suppress a groan of frustration.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he coos before lying me down on the bed.
I feel the urge to kiss him again, but he’s already trailing kisses down my stomach.
My body stiffens as he gets closer.
“Oliver.”
“Don’t worry, princess. Trust me.”
His kisses stop, and the sensation of his fingers returns inside me. Only, this time, he’s placing a kiss on my inner thigh. With the stroke of his fingers against my prostate, his teeth graze my skin.
Before I can even comprehend his movements, the bites move around my lower body.
Jesus Christ, is he trying to leave hickeys all over my lower body? I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
My back arches as he finger-fucks me and marks my skin, each one causing my brain to short-circuit. I can’t even process how close he is down there.
“Ahhh!” I can’t contain the cries coming from my lips in pure ecstasy.
“That’s it, scream for me.”
Whenever I tell a guy I don’t like being touched down there, they pout and then avoid it like the plague.
Not Oliver, though. I didn’t know how delicate my skin would feel down there.
My fingers find their way into his hair as he returns to my thighs, plunging his tongue against each area to be bitten.
This would never happen with anyone else. I would have stopped any other man from getting too close, but I do trust him not to push my limits and do something I would hate.
Only Oliver could be so close yet so far from my insecurities.
His mouth vibrates against my skin, and then, out of nowhere, I feel warmth start to pool with my arousal. He peppers my skin with kisses, cooing, “That’s my girl,” with each kiss. Even with his head being between my thighs, I can still feel him shaking with every movement.
Oliver lets out a choked noise as he reaches for his cock and starts to stroke it. The sight is immaculate.
The pleasure is mixing together with every emotion, and now my head spins from the actions.
I need to let it out.
My throat tries to swallow the moan as my back arches one last time, and then everything releases from my body.
My climax hits my head, causing stars to appear in my vision. When was the last time I actually came like that? I can’t even remember.
My bliss is short-lived as the remnants of my arousal lingers on my stomach.
I look down, seeing the mess of white liquid spreading around on my skin. My finger glides across the sticky substance, bringing it up so I can get a better look.
Feeling almost embarrassed, I try to get a towel or my shirt to clean up, but Oliver stops me by grabbing my wrist.
He brings the cum-soaked finger closer to his face.
“What are you—”
My words cut off when he closes his lips around my finger. A second later, he takes the finger out, now clean of the white substance, before leveling me with a look.
“I want all of you.”
I don’t know what to say or do, so I just nod.
His serious expression morphs in an instant, replaced by his normal, sheepish grin.
“Let’s take a shower and get you cleaned up.”
“Don’t you want to get off?”
“Actually, seeing you come sent me over the edge.”
I look down at the sheets, seeing the mess he made. Looks like we might be sleeping in the other room tonight.