Chapter 6
Bo
Ollie stopped dead when his eyes fell on our listener. It was the Wolfman with the pierced ear. I took in the soft angles of his face. He was still young, but raw in a way that made him intriguing rather than merely cute.
His gaze flickered to the bulge in my trousers, then back to my husband. Ollie swallowed when the guy adjusted himself, a tiny smirk on his face.
I stood by what I’d said before. Not here. Yet, the heat between us made it hard to think straight. Just like Ollie had felt the last time. And even though the Wolfman had only just entered, the sharp and undeniable scent of his desire hit me from across the room.
He hasn't been here long but you can smell the wolf’s arousal from five metres away.
Ollie returned the smile, took my hand, and led me out of the bathrooms.
My man jumping my bones was so freaking hot. He urged me against the wall and stuck his tongue down my throat.
The way he pressed his body against mine, stroking my cock with every roll of his hips, did my head in.
“?lskling,” I whined, “keep doing that, and I’ll come in my jeans.”
“Poor darling,” he crooned, sneaking a hand between us and gripping my length. “We wouldn’t want that.” He squeezed my dick. “That was so hot, Bo.”
“It was,” I agreed, bringing my lips to his ear. “You loved it when we had a listener, didn’t you? Naughty ?lskling. Getting off when someone listens to me sucking your dick.”
Ollie pushed his upper lip over the lower, shrugging as if to say ‘Couldn’t help myself’.
Gods, I love his cheek.
Not a lot remained of the tight arsed, proper hotel manager I’d fallen head over heels in love with. Watching Ollie’s metamorphosis into this more open version of himself was beautiful.
I loved the caterpillar, but I worship the butterfly.
Pulling his lower lip free, I kissed him softly on the mouth.
“You are perfect.”