Chapter 06 FEN
I’m frozen in the circle of his arms.
Not because I made him come—although I am surprised at how little it took. We didn’t even get naked. His dick is deflating in his shorts, sticky at my back, and he’s being all sweet and grateful and generous.
Normally, if I don’t get off with a partner, I take matters into my own hand—either before or after the walk of shame, depending on the situation. But his fingers are growing bolder on my cock, and he’s nuzzling into the crook of my neck, and how does he still want me when he’s already gotten what he needs?
I mean, he’s young, and I’m good, but god, I barely touched him.
I want to touch him, I realize with a shock. I want to roll him back onto the bed and rub myself all over his body. To take my time exploring him with hands and tongue and teeth.
I want to kiss him again.
Stupid feelings.
“Can I suck you?“
he whispers shyly, and then he nips my neck, and I fucking whimper.
“Has anyone ever said no to that question?“
I ask, scrambling for some semblance of—well, not dignity, since that ship has fucking sailed. Control?
“I’ve never asked it before.”
“Well. Lucky for you, I have the perfect starter cock.“
For some reason, I’m still paralyzed, but after a moment, he scoops me up and turns to toss me back into the pillows. Pretty slick moves for a nerd.
“Can I—I can’t believe I’m asking this, but can I take these off?“
His fingers trace the lace at my hips, and I nod, drawing a shuddering breath past the inexplicable lump in my throat.
Gently, like they’re the only thing holding me together, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and draws the underwear down my thighs. When I bend my knees and lift my feet to help, he kisses the inside of one ankle, and maybe I am about to fall the fuck apart.
And then I’m spread out before him, and I’ve never felt so naked.
“Think you can handle it?“
I ask, a little too wobbly to pull off the tease.
“It’s beautiful,“
he says, and something settles warm and heavy in my chest.
Not that I’m insecure about the size of my cock, which is about average and perfectly proportional to my five-eight frame. But…I like that he likes it.
I’ve been on the receiving end of some epic blow jobs—sometimes assholes give the best head—but nothing could have prepared me for Ollie’s eager, earnest devotion to my dick. He starts with his fingers, tracing the delicate veins beneath the skin until I’m twitching and leaking all over myself. When he finally lowers his head, it’s to lap at the precum with little kitten licks, curious and unbelievably erotic. Then he feathers his tongue over the sensitive spot beneath my crown, before dipping into my slit.
“Jesus fucking Christ,“
I gasp, my hands flying to his head. “You’re going to kill me.”
He peeks up at me, pupils blown beneath his thick lashes, and without looking away, grasps the base of my cock and sucks the head into his mouth. And my brain promptly detaches from my body.
He goes to work with lips and tongue, so sweetly careful of his teeth I could scream, until he finally swallows me down. When his lips brush my pelvis, he makes a rumbling sound of satisfaction deep in his throat that ricochets all the way to my toes.
“Yes,“
I hiss, dragging my greedy fingers through his hair.
And then he forgets to be careful, bobbing and sucking with a joyful enthusiasm that takes me apart at the seams. It’s messy and clumsy…and possibly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
It’s not enough.
“Ollie. Touch me. I need…more. Please.“
I plant my feet on the mattress and tilt my hips so there’s no mistaking what I mean. The movement drives my cock into his throat, and he chokes. But when he pulls off, high spots of color flame on his cheeks, and he shoves the heel of his hand into the base of his dick, so maybe he doesn’t mind.
“I—there’s no lube.”
There is, actually, tucked in the pocket of my pants. But they’re halfway across the room, which is way too far for the way my body is burning.
“Fuck.“
I curl up from the pillows and grab his hand. Sucking two of his fingers into my mouth, I get them as sloppy as possible in three-point-five seconds, then shove them back at him. “Here.”
“Are you sure?“
The words are doubtful, but he’s already dropping his hand toward my ass.
“Ollie,“
I say again, as sternly as I can manage—which isn’t very, considering my condition. “Fuck me on your fingers while you suck me off. I want you to make me scream. Now, please.”
He doesn’t need any more convincing.
Hooking a hand under my knee, he presses my leg to my chest, then brings his slicked fingers to my exposed hole. I’m so fucking greedy for it that my body sucks the first one in, and his jaw goes slack as he watches it disappear inside me.
“Wow.“
He slides the second one in with his eyes locked on my face, and I have to turn my head before the raw reverence of his desire strips me bare.
Then my cock is back in his mouth, and he finds our rhythm, owning me from all sides. My hips rock helplessly, driving him deeper, rougher, until I’m writhing and sobbing his name. Somewhere in the delirium, he stumbles over my prostate, and I arch off the bed with a cry.
It’s too much. I’m too close—to him, to the pieces of myself I hold hidden, to the precipice of an orgasm I won’t survive.
“I’m gonna come,“
I warn, shoving at his shoulders. He pulls off, his face crinkled in confusion. Without giving him a chance to overthink it—or offer something he’s not ready for—I grip my dick and stroke swiftly, threading my other hand back into his hair. His eyes widen, and the next thing I know, he’s surging up to brace over me, pants shoved down his hips and his own cock in hand. When I come, he follows with the sexiest fucking groan I’ve ever heard. His cum splashes over my chest and belly, mingling with mine, and I smear my fingers through the mess like I’m capturing the alchemy of us together to save under my skin.
“Jesus,“
he pants, collapsing next to me. “That was seriously fucking hot.”
And somehow, I survived it after all.
I think.
We lie in lazy post-nut companionship for a while, fingers idly tangling in the space between us. Eventually, he rolls to face me and reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Was it good?“
he asks. “Tell me it wasn’t the worst you’ve had, and I’ll go get something to clean us up.”
“Who are you?“
I whisper, tracing his swollen lips with my thumb.
“A major Fen fan, climbing out of the closet and making up for lost time.”
It’s so ridiculous I have to kiss him, and oh—I forgot how delicious he tastes. Our tongues dance as his hand drifts down my throat, and by the time we surface, the last of the day’s light has faded from the room.
“So, pretty good, then?“
he says against my lips.
“It was perfect.“
You’re perfect.
“Just like your dick.“
Grinning, he pushes off the bed and heads to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a warm washcloth that he hands over. I’m supposed to hate this part—the awkward after—but with Ollie, it’s…cozy.
I sit up to clean myself, glancing between the pile of his clothes at the foot of the bed and my own damp garments hanging on the back of the chair.
“You don’t have to leave, right?“
he asks, catching my internal dilemma. “We haven’t eaten anything, and you must be hungry. I at least owe you a hot meal before letting you head out into the storm.”
The wave of relief that washes through me should trigger all of my alarms—should send me running before I start thinking I can keep him. Instead, I reach for the rumpled shirt with the dragon logo and pull it on. “Please don’t tell me you cook, too.”
“No.“
He shakes his head. “Not very well, anyway. I was thinking we could DoorDash.”
“Oh, thank god.“
I shimmy into his sweatpants and throw myself back onto the bed. “I don’t think I could handle you being brilliant at everything.”