Chapter 30
ISAAC
His rough hands moved to my cheeks, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing the area beneath my eyes, feeling like they’d always belonged there.
But hold on a fucking minute. What was this? What were we doing here? Not thinking clearly? Being too caught up in the emotional aftermath of what’d gone down?
He doesn’t hate me.
He actually wants me.
“Ollie,” I said, my voice so weak. “I think…I think we should…” I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t shut this down. Not when we were so close to kissing, not when he’d confessed to feeling something for me, for admitting he’d judged me wrongly.
A lot of people did, and that was okay. But here, in this moment, it threw logs onto my inner fires.
Whoa.
But what if we did kiss and he went back to being frosty again? His regret would sting like salt on an open wound. I’d rather be his friend than a symbol of his shame.
His thumbs traced beneath my eyes, his citrussy scent overpowering me. My cock firmed to attention, my reservations cracking, the key firmly in the ignition of my desire.
He lowered his face to mine, my hands going to his sides.
Hello, butterflies.
“Whatever’s going on here,” he whispered, his warm breath a lovely breeze against my lips, “it’s because I want you. I want you so badly.”
He wants me…
He really wants me…
I let him kiss me, his skin so warm and soft against mine. His lips parted at the same time as mine, our curious tongues probing.
Stars. Colorful stars twinkling in my mind, beckoning me to come and fly in the heights of pleasure.
Ollie crushed his mouth harder to mine, the rhythm of our lip dance heating up. He moaned into me, his tongue wrestling mine gently.
He wants me…
My skin flushed with yummy heat, my inner feet lifting off the ground, floating up to join those rainbow stars. Fuck reason, fuck everything. My cock strained against my jeans, lust taking the wheel.
He wants me.
He wants me.
He wants—
Ollie broke the kiss, pulling away from me.
The temperature dropped, cold reality creeping in. He didn’t want me. Any moment now he’d roll off the bed and run for the hills. Tell me he made a mistake, resort to indifference again, leaving me to languish in my regret with blue balls.
Yes, regret for not stopping this. For letting things move too quickly.
“Ollie, I—”
He pulled off his shirt.
I gasped at the sight of his big chest, eyes locked onto the fine whorls of dark hair. My hands lifted, trembling, longing to touch, to explore.
He took my chin, lifting my head. “Do you want this?”
“Y-yes,” I breathed. “Do you?”
He leaned in to kiss his yes.
Whoa.
“Can I take your top off?” he asked.
“S-sure.” My balls were orbs of tingling pleasure, the blazing anticipation spreading outward, my entire body a vessel of sensitivity. I might cum within seconds at this rate.
Don’t you dare!
I lifted my arms, letting him remove my T-shirt, my chest exposed to him.
So vulnerable, so amazing.
Carefully, he folded my T-shirt and put it down beside him. Then he unbuttoned his jeans, watching me with those enchanting hazel eyes.
I mirrored him, opening my jeans to expose the band of my underwear.
He smiled, then stood up, the bed rocking. Slowly, he slid his jeans down, taking his underwear with them.
His cock sprung free, as hard as a concrete pole staring me right in the face.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
Ollie didn’t come back down.
I looked up at him, nervous as if it were my first time. He smiled, sliding his fingers into my hair.
We didn’t need words here, only decisions. I could take this to the next stage, or slam on the brakes. We were both reeling from so much shit, and both dealing with the trauma of exes being back in our lives.
“Only if you want to,” he breathed, stroking my hair.
Pfft. Fuck any stopping mechanism. I did want this. I wanted to feel him, to lose myself in him.
So fucking badly.
Licking my lips, I took hold of the base of his shaft, his body quivering at my touch. I ran my tongue across the tip of him, slowly stroking him, reveling in his soft moans as I teased his throbbing cock.
Yum.
When his precum leaked, I saw it as my cue to devour him. I took him into my mouth, moving my hands to his firm ass. Those cheeks were like marble by way of a snare drum.
I couldn’t wait to bury my face in them, if he’d let me.
He moaned, fingers tangled in my hair. “Yes…fuck yes…”
I rocked back and forth, building up my speed, taking his long, girthy shaft down to the root. Showing off my highly tolerant gag reflex.
Not to toot my own horn too hard, but I gave good head.
Just call me the BJ Whisperer.
Adjusting my position, I worked my magic, holding tightly to his butt cheeks, fucking him with my mouth, my own precum leaking from the sounds he made and the pulsing of his cock.
The closer he got to the edge, the harder his fingers pressed into my scalp.
“Isaac,” he wheezed. “Isaac…fuck…I can’t…I can’t…I’m coming…”
Hot jets exploded down my throat, so thick and fast. I welcomed all of it, drinking him down, unrelenting in my rhythm until he couldn’t take anymore.
Panting, he pulled out of me, collapsing onto his back. The bed bounced and I licked traces of him from my lips.
“You taste so good,” I said, watching him catch his breath.
The High Coven had eradicated all diseases, so I was free to swallow as much cum as I liked.
I wanted more.
I faced him, sweat beading his brow. “That was awesome.”
“Thanks, honey.” I slid my hand to his chest, playing with his chest hair.
What a body. What a cock.
Did we really just do that?
He laughed. “What about you?”
“I’m hard as fuck.”
He glanced down at his cock. “So am I.”
What was he getting at here? “Okay…”
He began to stroke himself. “Can you…crap.”
“What is it?”
“This feels awkward to ask.”
“You’ve just jazzed down my throat,” I countered. “Time to leave awkwardness at the door.”
After a chuckle, he said, “Can you ride me?”
I snorted with laughter and his forehead creased.
“Or not,” he answered, going to sit up.
I moved quickly, straddling him, pushing him back down. “Where’s your lube?”
His eyes widened. “You weren’t taking the piss?”
“No. Why would I?”
It hit me then. He’d asked the question because of Ben. The fucker had mocked him, made him feel small. For him to offer his body to me like this required a massive dose of courage. And he’d trusted me enough to do it.
It wasn’t my place to burst with pride for him, but I did.
“Sorry I laughed.” I quickly went for damage control. “It’s the nerves.”
He cupped my left cheek. “You’re nervous?”
“Of course I am. I thought you hated me up until now.” Oh, shit I was already killing my boner with talking. “This is a massive surprise. A good one, but still a tad unreal.”
He smiled, pushing an errant strand of hair behind my ear. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“We can stop,” I said. “If this is too much.”
“No. I’m fine. I like it. I want it. I don’t know what this means, but I know I want more of it.”
Music to my ears. And I guess it didn’t have to mean anything other than sex.
Friends fucked sometimes—those types of friendships with benefits I heard so much about.
What would be so wrong with that? When the going got too tough, we’d get naked and expel the tension.
Sounded good to me. Comfort came in so many flavors.
But there were already flutters of feelings caught in a net, stronger than friendship.
I slammed a door on them.
Ollie moved his hand down to my chest. “I haven’t been with anyone since Ben. I was afraid of being rejected.” He released a nervous laugh. “Thought you might gag when I whipped my dick out.”
I snorted gently. “I think we’ve established I don’t gag easily.” I threw him a wink.
His smile lit up his face with such stunning glee. “I’m glad.” He took a deep breath. “This doesn’t feel real or like me.” He took the gold ring in my left nipple between his thumb and finger. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Knock on the door,” I said, a tremble of pleasure running through me as he brushed against my swollen nub.
“You what?” he questioned, his lips curling into a grin.
“It looks like a door knocker, don’t you think?”
“I guess so,” he said with a cocked eyebrow.
“Knock on it.”
He laughed, the deep rumble greeting my balls, making my cock beg to be free. And he knocked, the tickle enough to fire the gun on the next round.
“What happens—”
I rolled off him, removed my jeans, then rolled back on top of him all within like ten seconds.
“This is what happens,” I purred.
Fresh heat prickled across my skin. His body brushing against mine was exquisite, as if it was meant to be. I shuffled myself down his muscular body, my arse meeting his hardness.
It needs to be inside me…
He chuckled, taking hold of the gold ring. “What happens if I knock again?”
A dissenting inner voice responded with, It will get our clothes back on and our butts off to discuss the ins and outs of the dangers ahead.
“Try it,” I said aloud. “But before you do, is the lube in this drawer?” I pointed to the right bedside table.
“Is that a clue?” he asked, his other hand stroking my hip.
“Might be.”
He knocked.
I rolled off him, found the bottle of blueberry lube, then returned to my position.
He bit on his lower lip, watching me pop the bottle’s lid.
“Blueberry, eh?” I said, getting a whiff of artificial sweetness.
“Always.”
“In life or just lube?”
“Both,” he answered, lifting his hips slightly. His cock slid against my crevice, ready for action.
“We’ll discuss it later,” I whispered.
“What? My love of blueberries?”
“Yes. Now sit back and enjoy the ride. Wait. Shouldn’t I say that to myself?”
“Whatever gets you off,” he contributed.
I poured the lube into my hand, slicking us up, teasing myself with a finger.
“Now lay back, Mr. Lovell, and let me take you to paradise.”
He put his hands behind his head, the move only upping his sex appeal further.
I guided him into me. Yes, yes, yes. I’d missed how a cock went in, how incredible it felt to be stretched, for it to find its way to greet my G-spot.
“Fuck…” I rasped.
“You alright?” he asked, his concern making him hotter.
“I am.” I wriggled a little, getting myself into position, every nerve in there at attention.
He grabbed me by the hips. “You feel so good.”
“Ditto.” I rocked my hips, keeping eye contact, still not quite believing I’d ended up in this position.
His fingers dug into my flesh, his arse lifting slightly to jab at my sweet spot.
My toes curled, body on fire. “Fuck, Ollie. Fuck.”
I upped the intensity, needing more of the friction, the burn inside me. He groaned with pleasure, his face a joy to behold.
Joyful because of me.
Feeling good because of me.
He rose up, hands sliding up my back until they reached my shoulder blades, locking me to him, his arms radiating strength.
I rocked my liquid hips harder.
He grunted, taking my nipple ring into his mouth. Nipping it, rolling it with his tongue. Driving me wild, the sensation divine, pleasure unleased, every inch of me sparking with need. Lost in his body heat and the noises he made, in the closeness of our flesh, in the increasing force of my ride.
He freed my nipple, offering me his lips.
I bent to kiss him, our lips writhing, his stubble brushing against my skin, our moans passing from mouth to mouth. The edge inched closer and closer by the second, my desire a rising storm.
“I’m close,” I whispered into him. “I’m so close.”
He thrust upward, hitting my sweet spot harder than before.
“Fuck!” I gasped. “Fuck, fuck—”
He wrestled me onto my back, his cock popping out of me.
Put it back in!
Oh, he did. Threw my legs over his shoulders, grunting like a cave man. Upping the ante, burying himself back into me. Hard. So hard, with such feral fucking lust.
“Yes!” I cried. “Yes! Fuck my fucking brains out.”
With piston hips and animalistic ferocity, he went for it. His flesh slapping against mine, sweat dripping from his face. Pounding, pounding, pounding. Stealing my breath, leaving reality behind.
I grabbed his firm biceps, crushing them as he thrust like his life depended on it. Eyes on me, only for me. Never missing a beat, the true king of bedroom athletics.
Ben didn’t know what he was missing.
The intensity of his fucking took me apart, the edge mere inches away.
“Just like that! Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Oh—”
I came, shooting over my stomach like my balls had just exploded. The orgasm was so extreme my eyes actually rolled back, all of me catapulted into the firmament of those rainbow stars.
He climaxed seconds later, filling me up with hot yumminess.
Panting, he met my lips again, making out with me while still inside me for a good five minutes.
Tension released.
Itch scratched.
But what happened next?
Fuck it! Just bask in this ecstasy for a while.
What an amazing idea.