Chapter Twenty-Four
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Ilias
When I awoke, I remembered why I hated taking naps so much. My mouth felt like something had died in it, my head was pounding, and I was groggy as fuck.
I felt worse than the time I’d woken up hungover after spending the night before doing endless rounds of the strangest shots the bar had on offer. I didn’t think I’d even been asleep for that long, given that it was still relatively light.
I tried to sit up, opening and closing my mouth in the hope that it would stop my tongue from feeling fuzzy. It did not.
“Hey,” Oscar said. He was stretched out on the bed next to me, and I realised that while I’d rolled off him during my nap, neither of us had gone far from each other. “How’re you feeling?”
“Honestly? Like shit. But that’s because I took a nap, and now I feel like I’ve been asleep for a thousand years. Never let me take a nap again. Unless we’re on a plane, but those don’t count.” I stretched and looked at my watch. It was only half four. “How long was I out?”
“Half? Three-quarters of an hour? Not too long.” He gave me a soft smile, and it kindled the warmth in my heart. This time the fear was dimmer. It wasn’t gone, not completely, but it wasn’t as frightening as it had been—like it had been revealed as a small toy casting a monstrous shadow.
I’d never be able to get rid of it, but with Oscar beside me, holding my hand, I wasn’t afraid of it anymore. I could learn to live with it.
“Did you watch me sleep?” I asked with a grin. Oscar shook his head, but his smile didn’t fade.
“Sort of, but mostly I just answered emails.”
“Exciting.” I shuffled up the bed to sit next to him, leaning over for a kiss. “Thanks. For taking care of me. And making me talk it out.”
“You’re welcome.” He kissed me again, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. “I was afraid you were going to run.”
“I probably would have.”
I melted into his touch, enjoying the closeness. Heat flared in my chest, and I ran my hand up Oscar’s thigh. He let out a soft moan. God, I wanted to do so many delicious, dirty things to him. We’d had a lot of fun over the past few weeks, but we’d never gotten as far as anal. There had been an infinite number of hand and blow jobs, and some very sexy frotting one morning when desire had taken over as soon as we’d woken up.
“What do you want?” I asked. I would always let Oscar take the lead because there was something about making him happy that made my heart sing. “You can have anything you want from me.”
He rolled me over, slotting himself between my legs. “Are you sure? You just went through something very emotional. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
If I was the sort of person who swooned, I would have swooned. But I wasn’t, so I didn’t. But I did melt a little farther into the bed.
“I am. I want you, Oscar. You mean everything to me. I need you. Please.”
Oscar leant down and kissed me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. “Can I fuck you? Please. I want to be inside you.”
I groaned as desire shot through me. “Yes. Yep. Definitely. Absolutely. I am one hundred percent on board with that. Get me naked and get your dick inside me now.”
Oscar chuckled. “No, we’re not rushing. I want to take this slowly.”
“Seriously?” I raised one eyebrow, but inside my chest, I swooned. Just a little.
“Yes. I like this thing called romance. Have you ever heard of it?”
“Hmm,” I said, screwing up my face and trying to stop myself from laughing. “Maybe. Sounds fake though.”
“Nope, this is real.” He kissed my forehead. “You are incredible, Ilias Verrati, and I want to show you that. I want to make you feel everything you give to me.”
“I…”
“If you even consider telling me you’re not worth it or that you’re not special, so help me God, I will push you out of bed right now.”
“I retract my thoughts,” I said. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had wanted to do anything romantic for me. Well, anyone except Oscar. He was a romantic through and through.
It was incredibly and wonderfully him.
“Good.”
“I do have one non-romantic question though. Do you have lube and condoms? Because as fun as the idea of you fucking me is, I’m not into pain, and yeah, spit as lube is a thing, but it’s not my thing.”
“I’ve got both,” Oscar said. There was a wry smile playing across his mouth as he spoke. I thought back to the prickly man I’d gone to Hawaii with and wondered what had changed.
In the past, I’d have said he finally got a good dicking, but since I was the one in bed with him, I knew it was more than that. But he stole my thoughts away with a lingering kiss before he climbed off the bed and headed for his suitcase.
“How devious,” I teased. “When did you get these?”
Oscar shrugged. “This morning. I made a quick stop when Finn and I went to get pastries.”
“You took your brother with you to get condoms?”
“He waited outside. Finn is a gentleman,” Oscar said as he threw the bottle onto the bed and unwrapped the box of condoms, dropping the plastic wrapper into the bin before walking back over to the bed. He put the box down and slowly peeled off his jumper.
I grinned, reaching for my own shirt, desperate to move things along.
“No touching,” Oscar said. “I want to do that.”
“I can’t even take off my clothes?”
“No.” He smiled serenely and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it onto the floor before pulling off his jeans. “You’re mine, and I want to spoil you. You just agreed to romance, remember?”
“I didn’t realise it would mean I couldn’t get naked.” I stared at Oscar, who stood in front of me in just a pair of tight, navy boxers that clung to every part of him. “Although, I’m not complaining about this.”
Oscar rolled his eyes and climbed onto the bed, bracketing me with his body and leaning down for a kiss, heat blazing in his eyes. “Shut up.”
He nipped at my lip and pressed his tongue into my mouth, setting my blood on fire with every touch. His fingers reached for my shirt, popping open each button as he trailed kisses down my neck. He pushed my shirt over my shoulders, both of us sitting up for a second so I could pull it off and throw it somewhere. I’d find it later.
Oscar put his hand on my chest, gently guiding me back down to the bed. His lips were hot against my skin as he picked up where he’d left off, trailing kisses across my collarbone and down towards my nipples. I groaned as he kissed them, laving them with his tongue.
It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I desperately needed more.
“More… Please, Oscar. Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he said, giving me a sly smile as he pressed slow kisses down my stomach.
“That’s not… Fuck, that’s not what I mean.”
“You really need to learn patience.”
“Patience is for other people.”
Oscar chuckled. “You’re so demanding.”
He undid my belt and flicked open my jeans, relieving some of the pressure on my aching cock. He tugged my jeans down, and I lifted my hips so he could slide them off. Oscar tossed the jeans onto the floor and caressed my inner thigh.
“I’m desperate,” I said. “There’s a difference.”
“Poor you. I’ll have to do something about that.” There was a hint of something in his voice I hadn’t heard before. It sounded almost possessive. Whatever it was, it was hot as fuck.
He lowered his head between my legs, running his lips up my inner thigh until he reached my groin. He trailed more achingly soft kisses up my straining cock until he reached the waistband of my boxers. I thought he might tease me again, but instead, he just pulled them down and threw them out of the way.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured. Any response I’d considered giving was cut off when he flicked his tongue over the head of my cock, licking up the drops of precum gathering there.
Oscar’s hand stroked my thigh, his fingers sliding closer to my ass as he took my cock into his mouth. I groaned as pleasure flooded me, and somewhere I heard the click of a bottle.
Oscar’s slick fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my hole, making me gasp. My hips bucked, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth. I’d have felt guilty for gagging him if Oscar hadn’t swallowed around me and kept going.
He was going to be the fucking death of me.
“Yes,” I said as he pushed one finger slowly inside me. “More! Please, Oscar, more.”
“Patience,” he said, releasing my cock with a slick pop. I glanced down my body towards him. He looked so fucking gorgeous—tousled hair, slick, red lips, and eyes full of heat.
He gently thrust his finger in and out, curling it to rub against my prostate. The pressure was deliciously teasing, and I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, letting it wash over me.
Oscar worked another finger into me, then a third, and by the time that happened I was a desperate mess in the middle of the bed who was this close to pinning him to the bed and riding his cock into oblivion. I could barely even string a sentence together.
“Oscar,” I whined. “Please. I need you.” I’d been going for demanding, but my voice failed me.
His fingers slowly eased out of me, and I sighed. I heard the rustle of the box of condoms and a single thought lit up my brain, making me sit bolt upright. Oscar raised an eyebrow at me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, but I’ve… You…” I gestured at him. At some point he’d lost his underwear, and my eyes were drawn to the flushed head of his hard cock. “I haven’t reciprocated in any way. Like, I should at least suck your dick.”
“It’s fine,” Oscar said. He leant down to give me a kiss, condom in hand. “I don’t need anything, and I won’t think you’re selfish. Let me spoil you.”
I frowned and opened my mouth, but Oscar just put his other hand on my chest and pushed me back down. “Don’t argue with me. Just let me take care of you. Please.”
“Okay.” I nodded, watching as he rolled the condom onto his perfect cock. “But later, I’m getting my mouth on you. It’ll be my turn to spoil you.”
“If you insist.” Oscar positioned himself between my spread thighs.
Any thoughts I’d had about continuing the conversation disappeared as he pressed his cock slowly inside me. There was a touch of sweet burn as I stretched around him, but fuck did he feel good inside me.
I moaned his name as I tilted my head up to beg for a kiss. Oscar obliged, kissing me sweetly as he pushed his cock deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I said against his lips, his breath mingling with mine.
“You do too. You’re perfect, Ilias.” He continued to kiss me as he began to rock his hips. His cock brushed over my prostate as he pulled out slowly, then thrust back in at the same torturous pace.
At first, I thought he was teasing me, but I knew that wasn’t Oscar’s style. He just wanted to take me apart achingly slowly until there was nothing left of me but atoms, and then he’d piece me back together with gentle kisses and soft words.
I wrapped my arms around him, trailing my fingers up and down his spine, lifting my hips and wrapping my legs around him to pull him in deeper as he fucked me slowly. It was so different from all the sex I’d ever had, and it made the experience a thousand times more intense. All I could do was give in to it and surrender to Oscar’s touch.
“Touch yourself,” Oscar whispered as he thrust in deep and slow, his cock caressing my prostate. “I want to watch you come.”
Slipping my hand between us, I gasped as my fingers grasped my weeping dick. It was almost like I’d been shocked. “It’s… Fuck, it’s too much. It’s too much.”
“Does it feel good though?” Oscar’s voice was soft, his whispered words sending shivers across my skin. “Can you come for me?”
“Y-yeah, I can.” I stroked my cock, broken sounds escaping my lips as the pleasure sent me higher and higher.
Oscar seemed determined to hit my sweet spot with every move he made, and it would be torturous if it didn’t feel so fucking good. Heat and pressure were starting to build in my spine and my gut, and I felt my muscles starting to tremble.
“I’m… fuck, I’m getting close.”
“That’s it. I want you to come for me. Can you do that?” He kissed me again, his whole presence enveloping me and flooding my senses. “Come for me, baby.”
I jerked my cock faster, gripping myself tightly as Oscar’s cock rubbed over my prostate, and that was all it took. My orgasm overtook me, and I came with a yell, painting our skin with my cum. I felt nothing but absolute bliss and the press of Oscar’s lips against mine. He was still fucking me, but he’d changed the angle and sped up his thrusts, and I knew he was chasing his own release.
“Yes,” I groaned, trailing kisses down his neck. “I want it. I want you to come. Please, Oscar. Give it to me.”
Oscar moaned, his eyes closing and mouth falling open. It was such a beautiful sight I wanted to try to remember it forever.
He thrust deep inside me again and again until he came with a deep groan. He buried his face in my neck as his cock pulsed inside me, his chest heaving, and all I could hear was the sound of our hearts racing.