Chapter 28
Huxley
When I wake Saturday morning with Oliver’s body sprawled all over me, I know this is what I want every day.
Rolling slowly, I deposit him onto his back, which is no easy feat, considering what he weighs.
I want to get a good look at the man I’m falling in love with because there’s no denying it anymore.
I’m gone, even though it’s probably crazy to feel this way so soon.
Am I just another lovesick fool to believe Oliver is the one?
Asleep, he truly looks like an oversized teddy bear. His face is relaxed, mouth slightly open, his broad chest rising and falling with each breath. Even with his defined biceps and pecs, there’s something soft about him. Something gentle and caring.
I wonder if I have the right to expect Oliver to turn his life upside down for a relationship with me. Before we met, I’m certain his life was a lot easier. Now he’s dealing with problems at work and with his family. It’s as if the world is trying to keep us apart.
Running my fingers lightly through Oliver’s hair, I push the thoughts aside before they ruin this perfect weekend.
I lay back down with my head on Oliver’s chest and snuggle in close.
Each time I move, my ass aches a little, but I don’t mind.
It was to be expected. Oliver is above average in length and very thick, and I haven’t had anal since I broke up with Bradley over a year ago.
Sometimes I use a small dildo, but I’ve never really been into them.
So my ass needs to get reacquainted with getting pounded on the regular.
Oliver stirs, then wraps his arm around my back and pulls me closer.
But he doesn’t wake. The room is still dark, and I can only assume it’s early, maybe around 6:30 AM.
Louis and Cazaly are still asleep, but I’m sure they’ll be up and wanting to go out for a morning pee soon.
I will too, but right now, my morning wood is pulling focus.
With a few slow strokes, my erection is almost at full mast. Considering the state of my ass, I don’t think I can take Oliver’s dick again this morning, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him.
One thing I love to do once I’m comfortable with a partner is act the tease.
It really turns me on and makes me feel sexy and powerful.
Very slowly, I make my way under the doona, settling between Oliver’s legs.
I lick his dick from base to tip a few times then take it into my mouth.
It’s still flaccid but immediately starts to plump under my touch.
Oliver stirs, humming softly, then pushes his hips up.
I moan around his shaft, loving the way it hardens with my touch.
“Oh, Hux,” Oliver murmurs. His hands find their way into my curls, fisting and releasing again and again. “Oh angel, what are you doing to me? So good.”
My heart skips a beat at the new pet name. I want one for Oliver too, but I’m hesitant to try.
Popping off his dick, I reply, “Wishing you a good morning.”
“It’s a very good morning.” Oliver throws back the doona and lifts onto his elbows to watch.
I bring him almost to the point of orgasm with my mouth and then stop. After repeating this two more times, Oliver begs—a wet and writhing mess that delights me. I love these moments of control almost as much as I love submitting.
When I’m ready, I bring myself to the edge too, spilling over my hand as Oliver releases into my mouth.
“Oh my God, that was incredible. Get up here and kiss me.”
I crawl up Oliver’s body, laying on top of him and kissing him thoroughly—morning breath be damned. “Did you like it? Being edged like that?”
“Came so hard.” Oliver pauses, frowning comically. “Um…and why is there a wet patch down there between my legs?”
My cheeks flush. “Because I came when you did.”
“Oh really? Were you touching yourself?”
“Ah huh,” I admit.
“Fuck, that’s sexy.”
We shower together again, something that is fast becoming part of our post-sex routine. Oliver takes care of me, washing my hair and then my body, all with a gentleness that belies a man of his size and strength. It may be my new favourite thing.
As we dress, Oliver stumbles across his hoodie—the one that I may have deliberately kept after borrowing it.
“Isn’t this my hoodie? I forgot I even lent it to you. Was I ever going to get it back?” Oliver raises his eyebrows, a smile playing at his lips.
I attempt to covertly extract the hoodie from Oliver’s grasp. “Yes. No. Maybe. I haven’t finished with it yet.”
Oliver crowds me in the most delicious way. “Then tell me why you need it.”
“You know why,” I say, refusing to let go of the garment.
Oliver places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “But I wanna hear you say it.”
Slipping my hand around Oliver’s neck, I pull him down, whispering in his ear. “I like your scent, and when I put it on, it’s like you’re with me.”
Oliver groans in approval, leaning me back and kissing me like a 1940s movie star. “Guess you can keep it, then,” he murmurs against my mouth before capturing my lips in another bruising kiss.
After cooking a big breakfast together, we sit at the table to eat, discussing what to do with the rest of the day.
There’s no mention of the school situation, and I don’t want to push it.
If Oliver wants to discuss it, then I’ll let him bring it up.
I’m already dreading Monday and Tuesday, knowing Oliver won’t be at school.
We take the dogs for a walk in the morning and then go out for lunch at a beachside cafe.
Afterwards, we buy ice cream cones and take a walk along the beach.
Strolling hand in hand with Oliver with our bare feet in the sand is exactly what I need.
Contentment rolls over me as the gentle sounds of the waves roll in.
“Hux, do you want to sit for a minute before we walk back to the car?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice. Will you stay for dinner tonight, or are you heading home soon?”
Oliver sits first, then holds his hand out for me, steadying me as I join him. “I’d love to stay if you’d like me to?”
“Of course I want you to stay.” I plant a quick peck on Oliver’s cheek.
He smiles, but there’s something uncertain in his eyes. My stomach flip flops, praying that whatever he sat us down to talk about isn’t bad.
“I want to ask you something. There’s no pressure or anything. I just wanted to… Well, can we talk about where this thing between us is going? I guess what I’m saying is, I don’t want to date anyone else.”
The first thing I feel is relief. I couldn’t cope if anything else went wrong. I smile so stupidly at Oliver, so wide, that he must think I’m a lunatic. “I don’t want to date anyone else either.”
“Yeah? Really?” he says, eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “So…can we make this official? Will you be my boyfriend, Huxley Sinclair?”
“Yes!”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, Oliver!”
He exhales loudly, his face relaxing into a smile matching my own. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to call you my boyfriend? But I was worried it was too soon.”
“I wish my boyfriend would stop talking and kiss me,” I tease.
“Well, anything for my boyfriend.”
Oliver pushes me back onto the sand and kisses me senseless. Beachgoers be damned.
Not surprisingly, Oliver convinces me to stay another night. We need to celebrate being boyfriends after all.
We’re already showered and ready for bed when Oliver stops and stares at me with a questioning look.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting on the edge of his bed.
“I need to call Koa because I said I would. I could go out into the living room or—”
“No, don’t be stupid. I can go watch TV.”
Oliver sits beside me. “No, of course you can stay here and get into bed. It’s getting late. Or you can… I mean, would you like to meet him, by any chance?”
“Would you like that?” I ask slowly, trying to figure out what Oliver really wants.
“I would. But if you’re not ready or it’ll stress you out, that's okay. I know you don’t like talking on the phone. And this would be a FaceTime call. Whatever you’d prefer is fine with me.”
Chewing on my bottom lip, I try to decide.
Part of me really wants to meet Koa. I mean, he is Oliver’s closest friend.
And Oliver has already met Maddie and Lara.
But I haven’t had time to prepare myself or figure out what I would say.
What if I can’t think of anything to ask him or if he doesn’t like me?
Fuck, I don’t know. My heart rate ramps up as Oliver studies me carefully. “Okay, but maybe just a quick hello. And then I’ll leave you to it. So you still have that one-on-one time.”
“Okay. How about we jump into bed. I’ll introduce you and then Koa will probably take the lead and talk. Then I’ll slip out into the living room, and you can read or go to sleep or whatever you need.”
I nod, my mouth going dry with nerves. “Okay. Good plan. Thanks for understanding.”
We slide under the covers, then Oliver is calling before I can panic anymore. After a few rings, I see Koa’s face appear on the screen, although he would only be able to see Oliver.
The man is striking with his dark skin and light blue eyes. And the way he smiles at the sight of Oliver’s face tells me how much he loves his friend.
“Hey Olibear. Can you believe it, I’m already out of bed this morning. So how did your sleepover go? Have you finally popped your gay cherry?”
“Jesus, Ko! Before you say anything else, Hux is here.”
Oliver tilts the screen so Koa can see me. My face is red, but I put on a smile.
“Oh shit. Heeey Huxley. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m sorry about that. Oli and I sometimes overshare.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “I get it, I overshare with my best friend too. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen clips of you dancing on YouTube. You’re incredible.”
“Thanks, I appreciate you saying that. Oli says you’re a teacher at his school.”
“Yeah, my first year out of uni. First teaching job. It’s a lot. What’s New York like?”
Koa puffs out a long breath. “It’s a lot different to Melbourne, that’s for sure. So many people, so busy, so fast. And starting with a new ballet company. I feel ya, Huxley. Doing new stuff is stressful. But tell me about you and Oli. He took me by surprise with this one.”
I look to Oliver and he nods, seeming to know what I’m asking. “Well, we made it official today.” I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. Oliver throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer so he can press a kiss to my temple.
“Damn, you two are cute together,” Koa says. “Congrats. I’m so happy for you both.”
“Thanks. I’m gonna leave you two to chat for a while. But it was really nice to meet you.”
“You too, Huxley. Hopefully we can talk more next time.”
“For sure,” I say, nodding, relieved this went so well. Feeling brave, I add, “And yeah, Oli is officially a top now. Bye.”
Oliver slips out of bed to the sounds of Koa’s cheering, his face redder than a fire truck. He shakes his head at me, but his eyes are sparkling. I giggle, waving goodbye to Koa when Oliver turns the screen to face me one more time before he heads out of the bedroom.
“Bye, Huxley,” Koa yells through his laughter.
“I’ll be back to take care of you,” Oliver teases, then he’s gone.
I flop back on the pillows, grinning like an idiot.