Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Sally
I have never been on a boat before. Oliver and I were too young as kids to steal the family boat. Hell, when he showed it to me, I was genuinely surprised.
The boat doesn’t hold a lot of warm memories of Oliver’s childhood, so I don’t blame him for never using it.
But then I off-handedly mentioned how I’d never been on one before. He started to gather his things and said we were going on an adventure today.
Suspiciously, he gathered way more than we would need for a quick ride on the waves.
The wind whips against my skin, and the freshwater smell fills my nostrils with each breath. A giddy sort of feeling claws at my very core, wanting to burst at the seams.
I love being on the water. The speed and rocking as waves crash against the boat.
It feels dangerous with each jump, but there’s no anxiety.
No anxiety because Oliver is behind the wheel, or maybe it’s just because if I were flung overboard, it wouldn’t upset me.
The thrill might even make my stomach flip with more giddiness.
I look back at Oliver as we sail. His shirt is fully unbuttoned, exposing his broad chest, a little spray of sweat from the sun glistening on his skin.
The wind blows through the stray wisps at the base of his neck.
The rest of his hair is contained in a backwards baseball cap.
Sunglasses-covered eyes lock with mine, and we stare for a second before a smirk plays on his lips.
“Finally get bored with the lake, princess?”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get bored of this,” I say honestly before taking a seat.
Oliver slows the boat down to the point that it’s just rocking with the waves around us. We can still see land from out here, but it mostly looks like tall grass standing up in the marsh water and the beaches around Alliance.
I hear Oliver mess with something around the boat before he sits down next to me and hands a Sprite can over to me. I must look puzzled because he adds, “Ella told me what snacks you like. We have some jalapeno chips in the back, but the rest are for later.”
I take a swallow of the soda, taking in the burn from the carbonation, just like the burn from his actions. He packed my favorite snacks just because he wanted to. Is that why he took so much longer to get ready?
“What’s happening later?”
“Like I’d tell you that.” You can’t blame a girl for trying. “That’s, like, the number one rule of the dating handbook.”
I swallow, a lump forming in my throat. “So, this is a date, then?”
“Of course, it’s a date, babe.” Oliver pauses like he’s weighing his next words carefully. “I know we promised to not continue this after the summer, but until you drive out of Alliance, I’m going to treat you like my girlfriend.”
My breath becomes shallow because, deep down, that’s exactly what I need to hear.
His hand reaches out and touches my bare thigh. “Did I lose you, princess?” Warm breath hits my cheek, and then the realization hits that we’re touching.
When did he get so close to me?
My voice comes out barely above a whisper. “I’m here.”
His hand glides up and down my skin. Each stroke of his fingers rolls through my stomach and steals my breath away.
Oliver’s voice comes out strained. “Sal, you can’t do that, or I’m…”
“Do what?” I say teasingly as my hands reach out for him. His cock jumps to life as I trace him with my finger. “This?”
“Is that the game we are going to play, princess?” Oliver’s eyes storm with desire.
Before I can answer, his hand that was on my thigh travels up to my breast and delivers a mind-melting stroke around the tip. Instantly, my nipples harden at the sudden attention.
I had no plans to jump in the water, so all I wore was a thin white button-up shirt. So thin that my breasts are ready to cut through the fabric.
Should have worn a bra today, but Oliver vetoed that idea.
He groans at the sight, takes it into his hand, and pinches the nipple. My head rolls back at the sensation. With access to my neck now available, Oliver takes the skin between his teeth, nibbling at me.
“Do you like this game, princess?”
My hand finds its way to the waistband of his shorts, digs into them, and grips his hard-as-steel cock.
No underwear. The thought sends heat down my body to the pit of my stomach.
Oliver hisses against my neck as my hand strokes against his erection. Each movement is met with a tightening grip on my breast. Oliver pulls his shorts down to the point they are just around his ankle.
Together, we fall into a mess of noises, and our bodies try to meld even further together.
Then, I’m pulled onto his lap, closing any distance we had at the time. In a swift movement I’m out of my shirt and shorts, the only thing remaining is my pink lace choker. I reach behind me and continue to stroke him as he loops a finger under my choker and drags me down, taking my mouth into his.
It feels like we are devouring each other. Too hungry for anything else besides trying to become one.
Oliver growls against my lips as I pick up the pace around his cock. “Baby, that feels so good…”
His eyes close, and his head rolls back, giving me more incentive to keep going. A cool breeze blows over the water, hitting my newly exposed nipples.
I bite down on my bottom lip to trap a noise in my throat.
The boat rocks with each wave. It almost feels like it’s in rhythm with us rubbing on each other. Oliver’s hands move to my ass, grips it, and pulls me further into his lap.
“Use your words, princess. No one can hear us out here.” His mouth pulls up in a smirk as we look around the open water. The land is still in view, but there’s no way anyone could hear me, even if I screamed at the top of my lungs.
It almost feels freeing. I was never like Lotte or Leon when it came to dealing with a crowd.
They thrive on talking to everyone in a room.
I’m more like Ella in that talking to people always caused this sense of anxiety in me to the point that I just stopped talking unless I was with people I knew.
“Oliver.” Our eyes meet, flaring with desire.
“Hearing you moan my name is so fucking hot.”
Oliver makes me want to talk, want to scream at the top of my lungs.
I let out the throatiest moan I can muster, rolling my hips into his cock.
Oliver’s eyes burn into me as he shifts our position, taking me off his lap and standing behind me.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t think I can wait until later. I need you now.” There’s a strain in his voice, low and trembling like he’s in pain from not being inside me already. “Please let me fuck you right here and now.”
The idea should scare me. I’ve never even thought it would be possible to reveal myself in the open like this.
“It’s just us,” Oliver reassures. “Just you and me together, like we’re meant to be.”
There he goes again, talking like that. My first instinct is to hide away from the feelings blooming in my chest. I look back at him, noticing his intense stare and bated breath like he’s waiting for me to run away.
But I don’t want to run away right now. I’ve never felt safer to be myself around someone. Maybe that’s the scariest part about all of this.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Heat spikes through my bloodstream at his words. I’m out here naked, without a shred of embarrassment, but the fact that he finds me beautiful does something to me.
I feel my breath hitch at the very sight. It’s not even the first time we’ve had sex. I’m pretty sure this is the most sexually active I’ve been this whole year.
And I know the reasoning is all because of the man standing behind me, ready to rock my world once again.
Oliver grabs my hips and lowering himself so his mouth is just a breath away from mine. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“What?” I can barely get the words out as a lump forms in my throat.
His grip tightens, a spark of pleasure surging from the site. I can feel his cock pushing against my ass.
“Tell me you want all of this.” His hot breath fans over my cheek. “That I’m the only one that gets to make you come like this.”
I can’t because by the end of summer, we’ll part ways, and I’m already fighting that reality tooth and nail.
Oliver crashes a rough kiss to my shoulder, nipping at the skin as he bites up to my neck. “Say it, Sally. I know you want to be mine just like I want to be yours.”
His cock presses against me again, pushing a moan out. “Oliver.”
“Princess, please, I need to hear it from you. I need all of you. Always.”
“Desperate much—” my voice cuts off with a gasp as he bites my neck.
He chuckles against my skin. “Of course, I’m fucking desperate for you, Sal. I’ve been desperate for you all summer, and now that I finally have you, I need to know you’re mine.”
The words I didn’t want to let out just appear. “I’m yours.”
The air between us closes as he takes my mouth into his. He growls into the kiss before tearing himself from my body. I can see the physical pain in his face as he strokes his cock and rolls a condom on, and grabs a travel-size bottle of lube.
I quiver with anticipation under his gaze.
“If you keep looking at me like that, princess, I’m going to ram into you.” Oliver gives me a smirk before marching over with his cock bouncing with each step. “Are you ready, babe?”
I eagerly nod my head. He turns me around and pushes against my backside. I bite back the moan as the head of his cock pushes inside. The fullness I’ve grown to love causes my mind to go blank.
Something feels different this time. Harder, fuller, and more intimate. Is it because now I know exactly what Oliver wants, and a part of me wants it, too?
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how good you feel,” Oliver murmurs, pushing in farther.
Did I not take all of him the last few times we went at it? How can there be more?
“Ollie, you feel so good.”
“And you take me so well.” The smugness in his tone might annoy some people, but it just turns me on. My thighs clench together, and Oliver growls, “I felt that, princess. It feels so good. I want to keep making you do that.”
With that, he pulls out and pushes back in before I can complain about the absence of him. Back and forth, our bodies bounce against each other. I rock with the boat as Oliver loses himself in the rhythm, throwing his head back with a mind-melting groan.
Just like the one I let out earlier, he’s not holding back any of his sounds. I’m the one making him unhinged.
Oliver wraps his arm around my chest, taking one of my breasts in his hand and hoisting my back flush to his chest. He continues to pump into me with quick succession.
My head tilts to the side to try to get a look at him, but before I can, his mouth devours mine, gliding his tongue against my bottom lip to coax me into opening up.
I let him, and as we meld together, my stomach swirls with each thrust.
“Are you getting there, Sally?” he says against my lips. “I want you to come from my cock pushing inside you. I feel so good I’m holding on for dear life.”
Oliver bites into my shoulder and rubs against my swollen nipple. The sensation travels down to the pit of my core.
“I’m…Oliver.”
“Come for me, Sally. I need you to come for me.”
His voice comes out hoarse and falls down even further to my quivering thighs.
He pulses inside of me but doesn’t stop. He continues pushing inside. “Oh fuck, Sally.”
If he did come, he’s not stopping until I’m there, and it’s so close. “Oliver…Oliver.”
“That’s right, babe. Moan my name and come on my cock, just like you made me come.”
Something in his words flips a switch and the hot pool of desire in my core releases.
“You’re dripping so much for me, Sally, and it’s so fucking hot.”
And for once, I don’t feel ashamed of my orgasm because, with Oliver, I never feel shame.
I look out over the water, completely spent. “I guess that’s one way to conquer the ocean.”