Chapter 14 #2
“Show me.” He tips his head.
“My costume?” He nods. “Okay. I’m going for sexy policeman. This is the first option. It’s a little more revealing than the other one.” I rise from my bed, crossing the room until I’m standing in front of the mirror, then I turn on the camera so Oliver is looking at my reflection.
“Jesus.” The word passes his lips on a heavy exhale. “You look…fuck, D.”
“You like?” I wiggle my hips, grinning at my costume.
I’m dressed in tiny blue shorts, handcuffs attached at the hip, and a black leather harness criss-crossing over my chest and back.
There’s a small patch of fabric in front of the harness that sits between my pecs that says ‘police’ in white embroidery.
You can clearly see my sunflower tattoo that sits near my ribs, and I’m wearing a silver navel piercing.
Something I know he hasn’t seen on me before.
“I’m trying very hard to give you the type of answer a friend should.” My cock twitches at the growl in his voice and I move closer to the mirror, focusing the camera on my chest and my peaked nipples.
My heart rate picks up in the silence that falls between us.
“You didn’t answer me. Do you like my costume, Oliver?”
When I look at him on the screen, his hand is resting over his groin, his lips pursed.
“I’m going to cross a huge fucking boundary in this friendship, if I’m honest with you right now, D.”
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to cross a boundary as much as I do in this moment.
Pulse racing, I walk over to my chest of drawers, switch the camera view and lean my phone against a stack of books so that my entire body is visible on the screen, then I slide my free hand over my stomach, my muscles tightening beneath the gentle caress.
“Tell me.” The words come out breathless, barely a whisper, and I’m not sure he hears me. Not until he picks up his phone, bringing it closer to his face. His pupils are blown, his eyes dark with lust.
“I love it. You’re so fucking sexy, I want to do so many things to that perfect body of yours.”
My fingers trace the edge of the waistband, dipping below before sliding up to cup my pec.
“Tell me,” I say again. “What do you want to do to me?”
“Darius.” He blows out a breath. “I’m really trying here.”
I know I put the boundary between us that first day and the day in the kitchen when he tried to kiss me. But things have changed between us, there’s no way he can’t feel it. It’s too powerful to be ignored.
“Do you want me, Oliver?” His tongue makes a pass over his bottom lip.
“Yes.” It’s one simple word, but it changes everything we are.
“Then tell me.”
“I want…I want to wrap my lips around your nipple. Suck on it while your hands grip my hair.”
With my eyes on the camera, I press my nipple between two fingers, a bolt of pleasure zipping down my spine and into my balls. My cock thickens, trapped behind the tight leather of the shorts.
“More.” I moan, increasing the pressure on the now sensitive bud. I release it and glide my hand over to the other side, giving it the same treatment.
“I’d sink my teeth into your collarbone before leaving my mark there – you have no idea how much I want that. Then, I’d kiss my way down your chest and stomach, and play with that piercing with my tongue.”
I trace a line over my collarbone with the tips of my fingers and then slide my hand down my body, goosebumps littering my skin as I work lower before circling a fingertip around my navel.
“And then?”
Oliver moves again, his phone back on the table, giving me a full view of him still on the sofa, his hand dipping into his shorts.
“Then,” he takes a breath, his chest heaving. “I’d drop to my knees, pull down your shorts and kiss the fuck out of those cum gutters.”
My breath hitches.
Fuck. Me.
I’m painfully hard, and I want more. I need more.
“Ollie, please.” I have no idea what exactly I’m begging for. All I know is that the need is a living, breathing thing inside me, overriding my every thought and feeling.
“Take off your shorts. I want to see.”
My skin flushes, fire igniting in my blood as heat spreads through my body.
With a hand on either side of my hips, I slide the shorts down, the fabric catching on my hard cock. It springs free, standing flush against my lower belly.
My eyes don’t leave Oliver the entire time.
“Fuck, you’re stunning. You have no idea how much I wish I was with you right now.”
“What would you do if you were?”
Oliver stares at me for a few moments, his hand working slowly beneath the fabric of his shorts.
“I’d push you on your bed.” He tips his head and I walk back until my knees hit the bed, the mattress dipping as I sit. “I’d kiss every naked inch of your skin. Leave marks, right there on your hipbones. You’re so hard right now, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, whimpering at his next words. “Wrap your hand around your cock.”
I do as he says, gripping my shaft at the base and twisting on the upstroke, then I slide my hand down and repeat the movement.
“What else?” I rasp.
Oliver sounds wrecked when he replies. “I’d lick that drop that’s glistening at your tip. Tease your slit with my tongue before taking you into my mouth, deep enough that you’d hit the back of my throat. I’d choke on your cock, take you right to the edge and then stop.”
My hand moves faster over my erection, my pace ramping up to meet the thudding of my heart. I try to speak, but nothing passes my lips but a whimper. Pumping my cock harder and faster, I finally force the words out.
“Why stop?”
“Because I’m not done with you. Not yet.”
On the screen, Oliver has undone his shorts, the tip of his cock sticking out from his boxers. He’s stroking himself at a languid pace, not like the frantic way I was pushing myself to the edge.
“How would you make me come? Please tell me,” I whine. “I need…fuck, please, Ollie.” There’s a sheen of sweat coating my skin, and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. I buck my hips, fucking into my fist, a thousand little noises filling my room.
“Fucking hell,” he curses. When he speaks again, his voice is hoarse, his sentences broken by shallow gasps of air.
“I’d lift your legs onto the bed, spread your cheeks and fuck you with my tongue.
You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? I bet you’d fight for control, riding my face until you’re screaming my name. ”
Pleasure hits me like a comet, hot and powerful, radiating from my core and spreading through my limbs.
My orgasm barrels forward and the arm holding me up slips.
My back hits the mattress just as I come, my release coating my hand and stomach.
I use it to slick my shaft as I work myself through the final pulses of my orgasm.
My body shudders with the aftershocks, my lungs working overtime to capture much needed air.
“Darius.” My name is carried on a loud groan, and I sit up in time to watch Oliver’s cock pulse in his hand, his release hitting his stomach, where he’s lifted his t-shirt. He lets go of his shaft, runs a finger through his cum and brings the digit to his mouth.
“Look what you do to me, angel.” When all I can do is stare at him, a thousand emotions running riot in my chest, Oliver sits forward, bringing the phone closer to his face.
His brow is furrowed and there’s a hint of concern in his brown eyes.
“Are you okay? Talk to me. I’m sorry if I overstepped.
God, I want to hold you so badly right now. ”
I chuckle, fall back, and cover my face with my arm. “I’m okay. Give me a sec.” Grinning widely, I take a few seconds for my pulse to steady, then I get up and collect my phone, bringing it back to the bed.
“That was incredible,” I remark, and the concern on Oliver’s face dissipates, replaced with what I can only describe as heartfelt affection. There’s a fuzzy warmth flowing through my body that makes me want to curl up and rest my eyes while basking in the afterglow.
“Want to know what I would do if I was there?” Oliver asks, his head tipped back on the sofa.
“Yes.” I shuffle onto the bed and lie on my side, with my head on my pillow and my phone in front of me.
“I’d finally kiss you. Because I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”
“Hmm, that sounds nice. I miss you, Ollie.”
There’s a banging on Oliver’s side and he looks up over his phone, his cheeks flaming red. It’s only then I remember he was in a communal part of the house when all this started.
“I’ll call you a little later.” There’s another voice in the room now and Oliver lifts a hand to whoever entered.
“Okay,” I answer, pulling the comforter off the bottom of the bed to drape over my partly naked body.
“And D?” He drops his voice. “I miss you too.”