Chapter 22
Huxley
Oliver returns, stripped down to his boxer briefs, pausing at the door before approaching the bed. “I hope you don’t mind,” I say, second guessing my decision to get in bed without him.
“No, I want you to feel at home here,” he says, slipping in beside me. “I like you in my bed. In my lap would be even better.”
While I prefer to follow rather than lead when it comes to sex, I know this is all new to Oliver and taking the initiative will be helpful. I have no doubt that Oliver will become more dominant as his confidence rises.
“I like where this is going,” I say. I straddle Oliver, then slowly lower until the crease of my ass is resting against his semi-hard dick.
Threading my fingers into Oliver’s hair, we make out as I rock languidly in his lap.
I love feeling his dick harden against me.
When Oliver’s hands slip into my briefs and sink into the flesh of my ass, I moan wantonly.
“Hux, I want to feel you against me.”
“I want that too,” I murmur between kisses.
“Lie down, let me look at you.”
I hop off and lie down on my back, my erection barely contained in my briefs. Oliver slips out of his boxers, then slides mine off too, both of us painfully hard already. I don’t think any man has ever been able to turn me on this much from kissing alone.
Oliver coaxes my legs apart then settles between them, eyes devouring me from head to toe. I’ve never been super comfortable with my body, but Oliver makes me feel sexy and desired. “Oh Huxley,” he groans, as he covers my body with all that muscle.
Wrapping my arms tightly around him, we kiss again, and everything bad in the world falls away.
My cock gets some relief as Oliver grinds against me, and I grab at his ass, encouraging him to go harder.
The more aroused he gets the more he makes these filthy little grunting noises, and it leaves no doubt in my mind that he’s as into this as I am.
I tilt my chin up as Oliver drags his lips down my throat, licking over my Adam's apple then moving onto my chest. When his tongue circles a nipple, then sucks gently, I arch off the bed with pleasure.
“So beautiful,” Oliver murmurs against my stomach. I thread my fingers through his hair, desperate for more, but Oliver avoids my cock, kissing only my hips and thighs, then back to my stomach.
“Oh Oliver, please touch me.” I lift my head off the pillow and look at him. He has a mischievous glint in his eyes, and I know I’m about to be tortured.
“Like this?” he asks, then licks a slow stripe up my cock from base to head.
“Yes, you tease. Yes!”
Oliver laughs and then does it again, this time ending with a quick suck on the head. I practically whine, so desperate for his mouth.
“Oliver, suck me, please.”
“Anything to make you feel good.”
Oliver wraps his hand around the base and swallows me down. Within minutes, he’s taking me almost to the root. Dear lord, how did he improve so quickly?
It’s so damn good that I’m already close. “Oliver, you gotta stop or I’m gonna come.” I sit up, practically shoving him off my cock.
His eyes are hooded and his cheeks flushed. He looks love drunk. Well, no, not love. I mean lust drunk.
A cocky smile spreads across his face. “I’m getting better, aren’t I?”
I roll my eyes, unable to stop myself from smiling. “You know you are. Is this like a competitive sports person thing? You’ve always gotta improve.”
“Maybe. Kinda. I just want to make you feel good.”
“Okay enough talking. Kiss me.” As soon as Oliver’s lips meet mine, I get my hand around his dick, giving it some nice firm strokes. It’s affirming to know that Oliver stayed hard the entire time he was blowing me.
“What…was…it…you…wanted…to…try?” Oliver asks between kisses. “Sixty-nine?”
I drag my lips off Oliver so I can look at him. “We could do that.” I pause, a little nervous about my idea. Maybe it’s stupid. “But I was thinking you might like to play fuck me, or even finger me, if you’d be into that?”
Oliver’s eyes flare wide for a second, then he considers it. “Yeah, I’d definitely be into fingering you. What do you mean by play fuck?”
My face turns a brighter shade of red. This is very teen in the back of a car. But I’ve come this far. “You know, you could thrust between my ass cheeks or between my thighs. Lube up your dick so it feels good.”
The moment it’s out of my mouth, Oliver’s face changes. I swear his eyes dilate, his hunger clear. “God yes, turn over.”
I throw myself down onto my stomach. Oliver reaches over to the bedside table and picks up the lube.
As he squirts some on his dick and spreads it down his shaft, I bend my knees up at the sides.
I’m quite flexible, so my hips stay almost on the bed, but my back arches to highlight my butt.
I’m thin, but even I can admit I have a cute, round ass.
Oliver places the lube down and looks to me—his eyes gravitating to my ass immediately. “Holy fuck, Hux.”
“You wanna touch me?”
He moves quickly, positioning himself behind me, kneeling between my legs.
“Oh, I do. I really really do.”
Looking over my shoulder, I watch, needing to see Oliver’s reactions. Because this is butt stuff, not pussy, and I worry this might bring the attraction to a halting stop.
Oliver licks his lips, hands caressing up and down my spine before landing on my ass. Slowly, he spreads my cheeks, his breath hitching. “Damn, it’s…your… Fuck.”
Lowering my head down onto the bed, I hold my breath. I can almost hear Oliver’s brain going a thousand miles an hour.
Next thing I know, Oliver rubs the head of his cock over my hole.
I’m certain he’s leaking precum; the wet sensation different to lube.
Soon, Oliver begins rocking, his cock sliding back and forth between my ass cheeks.
Each time it teases my hole, pulling moans from deep in my throat.
“Fuck Oli, it feels good when you rub against my rim.”
“Yeah? Looks fucking hot, too. Your ass is so damn sexy.”
This man amazes me—not only his openness to change, but how he makes me feel.
I pump my ass back, wanting to create more friction for Oliver. He thrusts faster, his breath quickening.
“Come on my ass.”
“What? Really? Oh fuck, I’m so close.”
I reach my hands back, spreading my cheeks. Oliver takes his dick in hand and strokes it, coming all over my ass and hole seconds later. Some even lands on my lower back.
Oliver groans and curses, and I turn to get a look at his face. His head is thrown back, mouth open, his hand slowing on his softening cock. The last little tremors ripple through his body, making his six-pack taut and defined.
“Oh my God, Hux. Oh fuck.”
“You liked it?” I ask, pushing up onto all fours.
His hands land on my ass, then he’s rubbing his dick through his cum and over my entrance. And damn, if that isn’t hot as fuck.
“I did. I can’t see me lasting long the first time I’m inside you. I apologise in advance.”
I huff a laugh. “That’s okay, we can always go for round two.”
Oliver collapses down next to me and kisses me thoroughly.
“I wanna make you come now. I want you to feel good, too. But how about you get me a towel and then we can keep going.”
“Oh shit. Of course. Sorry.” Oliver climbs off the bed and fetches a warm washcloth.
He cleans me with a tenderness that has me feeling all kinds of emotions. I’ve never had a boyfriend—not that Oliver’s officially my boyfriend—that has taken care of me after sex. I think I could get used to it.
All clean, we lay down, facing each other.
Oliver places kisses to my forehead, cheeks and lips.
“Thank you for being patient with me and for guiding me. When I get more confident, I think I’ll wanna take the lead more.
If that’s something you’d like.” Oliver grabs my thigh and hitches it over his hip, sliding his leg in between mine.
“I would like it. You gonna get a little rough with me?” I ask, figuring it’s a good time to let Oliver know some manhandling is, on occasion, appreciated.
“Yeah, I could be into that.”
“What did you have in mind? Have you been thinking about it?”
Oliver reaches for my ass, then pulls me closer. “I think about fucking you up against a wall with your legs wrapped around my waist. I think about bending you over my dining table and fucking you from behind. I think about tying you—”
I groan, cutting Oliver off with a filthy kiss. My dick is hardening again, and Oliver’s is re-awakening against my hip.
“Oliver, get the lube. You still wanna finger me?”
Flustered, he fumbles around, finally reaching the lube and getting some on his fingers. I lift my leg higher so he has easy access.
At first, he circles around the rim, looking at me with hesitant eyes.
“I’m ready,” I say. “Just push in slowly. And kiss me.”
With Oliver’s mouth on mine, he carefully pushes inside. Of course, it’s not his cock, but it’s still Oliver.
I dig my nails into the muscles of his back, moaning at the sensation of him finger fucking me. “So good, so fucking good,” I murmur, panting into his mouth. “Another please.”
Oliver pulls out then pushes back in with two. It’s enough to give me the stretch I’m looking for, and I reach between us and jerk Oliver’s dick. He gently brushes my hand away then takes us both in his broad grasp.
“Faster Oliver. Fuck me.”
He adjusts the angle and somehow starts hitting my prostate. And I’m done. The combination of his fingers in my ass and his hand around my cock is overwhelming in the best possible way. My orgasm hits like a freight train and I cry out. “Oliver, yes, Oliver, Oh fuck, Oliver.”
He joins me seconds later, our hot releases spilling and mixing on our chests.
“God damn, Hux. Fuck, that was… I have no words.”
“So just kiss me.”
I may have died and gone to heaven. Showering together afterwards, Oliver lavishes me with attention while he lathers up and cleans my very satisfied body.
I can’t wait until we take that final step.
I’m ready to be vulnerable with Oliver, to experience true intimacy, something that hasn’t always come easy for me.
My past relationships have left me cautious, but I find myself trusting Oliver already.
He has a way of making me feel cared for and safe.
I don’t think I’d cope if it turned out I was wrong about him.
We were supposed to be moving slowly, and, sexually, we are. But emotionally it feels like we’re tumbling forward at full speed.
At the very least, Oliver is getting the time he needs to process things sexually, and when we take that final step, I think it will be mind-blowing for us both.
After we dry off, I open my overnight bag and pull out my pyjamas.
“And what do you think you’re doing, Mr. Sinclair?” Oliver raises his eyebrows accusingly.
“I’m getting my pyjamas out, Mr. Turner.”
He tries to frown but a smirk gets in the way. “No. Remember I said, toothbrush only.”
Not going to lie, Oliver using his teacher voice is doing it for me. “But sir, I didn’t think you were serious.” I drop my chin and bat my eyelashes at him.
“I was one hundred per cent serious. Now let’s go.” Oliver grabs my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. “What’s the point of having a sexy guy in my bed if he’s not naked?”
My eyes run the length of Oliver’s naked body. He’s a giant, adorable teddy bear with insane muscles. He slips into bed, pulling me under the covers with him.
Settling on our sides facing each other, I say, “Oh, so that’s all I am to you? Sexy naked guy?”
“Absolutely,” Oliver replies, face deadpan. “Me chasing after you at school, taking you on dates, all our conversations, me baking cakes for you. Even me going off at Williams. All of it was just to get you naked in my bed.”
“I should have known. Typical footy player. Just chasing ass.” I feign annoyance, half turning away from Oliver before laughing.
He tugs me back, expression turning serious. “Honestly, Hux. I’m so glad I met you.” He places his hand on my neck and a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Hey, do you think you’ll want to get married one day? You know, to the right person.”
Okay this feels like a big question to ask after a few weeks of dating, but I’m happy to be honest. “Yeah, I do. What about you?”
“Definitely. I want kids too. I’ve always imagined having a nice house with a big garden. A couple of kids running around. A dog, of course, and maybe a cat too. Just a simple life, really.”
Hearing Oliver say this out loud makes my heart pick up. I’ve never had a boyfriend who wants the same things I do. “You’d make a great dad,” I say, brushing the hair back off Oliver’s forehead.
“So would you. Do you want kids?”
“If I can make it happen, then yes. I’d be happy with one, two or three. It is getting easier for same-sex couples to have kids. Although there are still a lot of challenges.”
Oliver nods. “It would be worth it, though.”
“Yeah, it would,” I agree.
“Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep?”
At that precise moment, Louis and Cazaly wander in together, stand at the side of the bed and cock their heads in unison. We both laugh.
“Oh God. Do we have to take them out to pee?”
“No, I’ve got a doggy door, remember? I’m sure Louis followed Caz out for his nightly pee already. He only comes in here when he’s ready to sleep.”
I lean out of bed to give Louis a pat. He seems content—no surprise there.
“Cazaly, bed now.” The greyhound immediately trots over to the bed in the corner of the room. Louis follows. The two dogs settle down, entwined.
“I think it’s true love, Oliver. Look at them.”
“I think they knew from the first time they laid eyes on each other.”
I turn back to face Oliver. “Sometimes it happens like that.”
Oliver smiles, his voice a whisper. “Yeah, sometimes it does.”
We turn out the light and Oliver scoops me up so I can lay my head against his heart. I sink my fingers into his chest hair and rest my thigh over his legs. After that damn good orgasm and shower, I’m warm and relaxed. “Sweet dreams, Oliver.”
“Sweet dreams, Hux.”
He kisses the top of my head, and I drift off, more content than I've ever been.