Chapter Nineteen
Lane
Oliver led me inside the house and towards the stairs. Eagerness radiated off him, and it made heat kindle inside me. There was something about the way he needed me that unlocked a possessiveness deep in my chest.
I was starting to realise how much Oliver meant to me, and it went further than I’d ever have expected.
Oliver turned as we reached the top of the stairs, looking at me with burning, hungry eyes.
He took a step closer to me, his hand still holding mine as he backed me into the nearest wall.
I wanted to make some snarky comment about starting early, but he’d been so patient for me.
I’d made him wait for this, and I wasn’t going to get upset with him for giving in to his fraying patience.
Our lips met in a deep kiss that sent sparks shooting through my blood. Oliver moaned and pushed his tongue into my mouth, but I felt a sweet resistance behind his need like he’d give up everything he was doing if I told him to.
I gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, slowly taking over the kiss and bending him to my will.
Oliver melted against me, and I smirked, pleased with myself for knowing exactly what he needed.
Oliver was always so busy that he deserved to be spoilt and cherished, which coincidentally was something I’d always loved doing for my partners.
“Let’s go into our room,” I said, gently pushing him away from me. “I’ve got a window to fuck you against.”
Oliver groaned and nodded, biting his lip.
It highlighted just how pink and full they were.
I loved seeing them wrapped around my fingers or cock just as much as I loved seeing them fall open in pleasure.
Oliver had been right when he’d told me he’d gotten more vocal.
He made the most beautiful noises for me, and he sounded so fucking gorgeous when he begged.
“Do you still want it?” I asked as I searched his face. If I saw even a hint of uncertainty, I’d change our plans. But there was nothing there but desire and excitement.
“Yeah,” Oliver said. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him, and Oliver flushed. “For how long?”
“I mean, it’s something I’ve always wanted to try but, er, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me against your bedroom window since I first saw them.” He glanced away, embarrassed. “It was literally one of the first things I thought about when I walked into your room.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said as I leant in close, letting my voice drop low. “It’s fucking sexy, baby. I love that you know what you want.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” I took his wrist in my fingers and guided his hand down to my crotch, where I was already starting to get hard in my jeans. “I really fucking do. I want to know everything you want, and if I can, I want to make all your fantasies come true.”
Oliver moaned. “God, you… You’re so… How did I get so lucky?”
“I think I could ask you the same question.” Still holding his wrist, I began to lead him towards the bedroom. “Come on, baby. Let’s make your dreams come true.”
When we reached the middle of the room, I released him and went to close the door. “Strip for me,” I said, “then I want you to go over to the middle window and put your hands on the frame and stick your ass out for me.”
Oliver nodded and reached for his t-shirt so fast I thought he was going to rip it.
I grinned and watched him strip off, backlit by the last light of the setting sun.
One of the reasons I’d made him wait until after dinner was to make sure there wouldn’t be too much light, meaning there was even less chance we’d be seen.
There was enough to give Oliver the thrill, and to suggest the possibility of getting caught, but the actual chance of it happening was slim to none.
“Mmm, fuck, look at you,” I said, drinking in every inch of him as it was revealed. “Turn around. I want to see that ass.”
Oliver grinned, spinning slowly until I got a perfect view of his peach.
He was still wearing his boxers, but as I watched, he began to slide them off slowly, bending over to give me a tantalising glimpse of the shadow between his cheeks.
Stepping out of his underwear, he sauntered over to the window and placed one hand on either side of the white frame, shooting me a devious smile over his shoulder as he pushed his butt out.
“Want to fuck me?” he asked.
“Always.” I walked over to my bedside table to grab the lube, then strode over to him, dropping to my knees on the floor behind him. “But first, I want to taste you.”
Oliver gasped as I pulled his cheeks apart and dove between them, running my tongue over his furled, hairy hole.
Eating his ass was one of my favourite things to do, especially when I’d filled it full of my load.
There was just something about the taste of the two of us mingled together that was heady and addictive.
Without looking, I squirted lube onto my fingers, then I reached one hand between his legs to tease his cock.
“Oh fuck! Yes!”
I grinned as I sucked on the sensitive skin of his ass before slowly starting to press a finger in alongside my tongue.
Oliver moaned loudly, the sound filling my room as he pressed back onto my face, desperately wanting more.
I was happy to give him whatever he wanted.
I kissed and licked his ass as I began to finger fuck him slowly, allowing him to adjust to one before I slid another in alongside it, stretching him open while still stroking his dick.
“M-more, Lane… I need… Just… fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” Oliver said, his words punctuated by breathy gasps. “I want your cock. Please. Give it to me.”
“Yeah?” I asked, sitting back on my heels, saliva clinging to my mouth. “You need it? You fucking desperate for my cock?”
“Yes! Been wanting it all evening. Don’t make me wait.”
His words made me want to draw this out just to tease him, but I wasn’t that mean.
Besides, I’d be tormenting myself as much as him.
My dick was hard enough to pound nails, and I needed some relief.
I released Oliver’s cock and used the hand to palm my erection through my jeans.
I needed to get naked and get inside him.
“Don’t move, baby. Keep that ass out for me,” I said as I slid my fingers out of him and planted a final kiss on his ass cheek. I stood up and stripped off quickly, dumping my clothes onto the floor beside me.
Squirting more lube onto my fingers, I stroked my cock, allowing myself a moment to take in the handsome-as-fuck man standing in front of me. The setting sun gave his skin a golden glow, making him look almost ethereal.
A churning mix of emotions swirled through my chest, catching me off guard—desire, want, and something deeper. A desperate devotion that threatened to consume me. My attempted grudge against Oliver had always been in vain because there was nobody in the world who meant more to me. Who always had.
Oliver glanced over his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just looking at you.”
He smiled at me, casting his eyes downward, almost as if he didn’t feel worthy of being looked at. “I’m not that good-looking.”
“You are to me.” I stepped forward until I was pressed up against him. My lips grazed his ear as I spoke. “You’re perfect.”
“Thank you. But I—”
“No, you’re not arguing with me,” I said softly. “That’s my opinion. You just have to accept it. In this situation at least.” I wrapped my arm around his chest, holding him against me as my cock brushed against his ass. Oliver moaned and ground back against me.
“Okay,” he said. “Fine.”
“Good.” I kissed his neck, loving the soft little sigh he let out. “I wasn’t going to make you accept it before I fucked you, but it’s nice to know you do.”
Grasping my cock, I pushed it between his cheeks to tease his hole with the swollen head before he had a chance to argue with me. I was tempted just to slam into him and fuck him hard and fast, but I wanted to draw Oliver’s fantasy out, to make it something he’d always remember.
“Look out the window, baby,” I said as I pressed my cock into him slowly, keeping a tight handle on my self-control. “Relax for me. You know if you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can stop. All you have to do is say.”
“I know. I don’t want to stop, though.” He let out a shuddering breath as I bottomed out. “Fuck,” he said with a breathless laugh. “I really love your cock. It feels so fucking good when you fill me up.”
“Yeah?” I began to rock into him, our bodies moving together. “You love me filling your hole? Love having my big cock deep inside you?”
“Y-yes. Love it like this too… love people being able to see that I’m yours. Want them to know…”
I smirked to myself. I hadn’t been expecting him to fall so deeply into the fantasy, but I could work with that. If Oliver wanted to be mine, I was going to make his dreams come true.
“They’ll know,” I whispered, trailing my mouth up his neck to nip his ear as I fucked him deep and slow.
“They’ll see me fucking you like this, see how much you love it, how good you are for me, and they’ll know you’re mine.
” I slid the hand around his chest up farther, gently wrapping my hand around his throat.
There was no pressure there because I was holding his hip with my other hand, so it was a symbolic gesture more than anything. But to Oliver it was everything.
He moaned and pushed back against me even farther as if he was trying to meld our bodies together.
He was so relaxed in my arms he was almost boneless, but his hands were still gripping the window frame as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
I saw his eyes flutter closed and his mouth part.
“Keep your eyes open for me, baby,” I said. “Keep looking out that window.”
“I… I can’t. It’s too much!”
“Do you want to stop?” I stopped moving, and Oliver gasped.
“No! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He cried out in pleasure as I began to move again, adjusting my stance so I could fuck deep inside him with every thrust, hitting that sweet spot that would send him soaring. “Fuck, it’s so good… It’s all… Lane!”
“I know. I’ve got you,” I said, knowing what he meant by too much.
The whole situation was threatening to overwhelm him in a flood of sensation, both physical and emotional.
But I wanted him to let go. I wanted him to trust me.
I snaked my hand around his hip, reaching for his cock.
He gasped as I wrapped my fingers around it, letting him fuck into my fist every time I thrust into him.
“I’ve got you, Ollie,” I said quietly, letting my words ghost over his ear. “You can let go.”
Oliver’s whole body stiffened, and with a sharp cry he came hard, his ass milking my cock as he shot cum all over the window, the remainder dripping down my fist. Pleasure rocked through me as his channel squeezed around me, and it only took another few deep thrusts for me to follow him over the edge, filling him with my load.
I pressed panting kisses to his skin, trailing them over his shoulders as we came down from our high together. I gently released his neck and slid out of him, but I kept one arm around his waist because I wasn’t completely convinced he’d stay upright without me.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go lie down.”
Oliver nodded and released the window frame, stumbling towards the bed and climbing onto the mattress alongside me, burying himself in my arms and tangling our legs together. I kissed the top of his head, letting my hand stroke up and down his arm. “Was that okay?”
Oliver looked up at me with a stunned expression. “Don’t ask silly questions.”
“It was okay, then?”
“It was infinitely more than okay,” he said. “It was everything.” He leant up and kissed me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I smiled, wondering if my heart was ever going to stop thundering. I was starting to think it wasn’t just because I was out of breath from our sexcapades. “Any time.”
“You’ll have to figure out what you want next,” Oliver said. “I want to make one of your fantasies come true.”
“I’ll have a think.”
I already knew what I wanted. I just didn’t know if I’d ever be able to have it.
Because what I wanted more than anything was to keep Oliver there with me.
Forever.