Chapter 24
Pyromaniac's Wet Dream
Alex
Several days pass, and slowly, the changes the Council made are being reverted.
The councillors aren’t happy, and neither is half the population with the return of early morning training sessions, but they can’t complain. Anyone with eyes and functioning brain cells can see that Haven needs to be prepared for the Scourge and Lodge to attack.
This morning, Theo and I decide to let Ollie sleep in since she had a restless night, constantly waking up panting and covered in sweat. As much as I would have loved to have stayed in bed with her, there’s shit that needs doing.
Which is how I find myself standing in one of the spacious pantries in the communal kitchen several hours later, taking inventory of our food stocks. No one’s done it since I left with Rhys and Theo to go save Jerri and the others from the Scourge, and things aren’t looking good.
Our food stocks are much lower than they should be, especially with all the supply teams we had going out, and the meals charted out don’t account for our low stocks. So where the fuck is the food going?
I rub my throbbing temples and sigh. I’ve been at it all day and I’m still no closer to figuring out where the food is disappearing to. Darkness is falling outside and the artificial lights aren’t helping my headache.
The door to the kitchen swings open, and I frown. There shouldn’t be anyone back here yet since dinner won’t be started for another half an hour. I poke my head out from the pantry door and my frown immediately turns into a smile.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say as I emerge from the pantry and stride over to Ollie. “What are you doing here?”
She’s looking delectable in a pair of jeans that hug her ass and thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination, and a brown wool jumper that clings to her breasts and makes the colour of her eyes pop. The dark circles around her eyes aren’t as noticeable as they were this morning.
Her face lights up when she sees me. “I came looking for you,” she says as I wrap her up in my arms and hug her against my chest.
She fits so damn perfectly against me it’s hard to remember what it was like before she entered my life.
This relationship between us—while new—feels like the first breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater for so long.
It soothes parts of me I didn’t even know were unsettled.
I expected to be constantly terrified and on edge that she’ll turn around and throw me away like Willow did, but I’m not.
I’m just… happy.
And falling for her hard. Although telling her that is a whole other can of terrifying worms I’m not prepared to open yet.
“You might want to let me breathe, big guy,” Ollie says with a breathless laugh, her voice muffled by my chest.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” I immediately loosen my grip, not realising that I’d been crushing her against me.
“It’s alright.” She pats my chest, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement.
Unable to resist, I bend down and take her mouth with mine. She sighs and softens against me as her hands tighten into fists in my jacket. I’ll never get tired of how sweet she tastes or the small sounds she makes when I kiss her. It’s addictive. She’s addictive.
I still can’t believe this amazing woman is mine.
I pull away and press a kiss to her nose. “Sorry I haven’t been around much today,” I murmur as I brush strands of her chestnut hair from her face, revelling in how warm her skin is against my fingertips.
She leans into my touch with a smile. “No apologies needed. I know you guys are busy with everything. I just wish I could help more.” She glances around the kitchen. “Are you nearly done with whatever you were doing in here?”
I grimace at the reminder of what I’ve been spending my time doing and how much still needs to get done. “Not really, but I could do with a break.” Before this headache gets worse.
She nods. “One break coming up.”
Her smile turns wicked, and before I can react, she sinks to her knees in front of me. All of my blood rushes south, and I almost choke on my tongue as she reaches for the front of my jeans.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask as I gape down at her.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” she replies cheekily as she snaps open my jeans and unzips them.
Like you’re trying to kill me.
Bloody hell. She looks like a wet dream, kneeling in front of me while pulling my jeans and boxers down to reveal my rapidly hardening dick. And then she leans forwards and licks it.
Pleasure bolts straight up my spine and a groan vibrates in my chest as I grab hold of Ollie’s head and thread my fingers through her hair.
Holy fuck. Okay, think, Alex. You need to stop this for some reason.
My thoughts scatter as she traces her tongue along the underside of my cock and draws another groan from me. My head drops back, and I stare up at the ceiling as I fight to keep control. Why does this need to stop? My gaze snags on the door that leads out of the kitchen.
Oh yeah.
I turn my attention back to Ollie and have to bite back a grunt at just how fucking good she looks on her knees for me. “Ollie, sweetheart, you need to stop.” I tug her hair. “We can’t do this here. Someone could walk in.” Arousal slams into me as soon as the words leave my mouth.
Bloody hell. There’s something wrong with me because I shouldn’t be this turned on over being caught getting a blow job.
Ollie sits back on her heels, her green eyes dark with desire and a devilish smirk on her lips.
“I don’t know, big guy. Seems like you enjoy the idea of me on my knees for you, sucking your dick where anyone could come and catch us.
” To illustrate her point, she leans forward and takes the head of my cock past her lips.
Fuuuuck.
My hand tightens in her hair as her hot, wet mouth envelops more of my length. I should stop this or at least move us into a more secluded spot, but those thoughts flee from my mind until the only thing I can focus on is just how heavenly her mouth feels.
She takes more of me until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Tears spring into her eyes, and I try to pull back. I don’t want to hurt her, and I’m not a small guy, but she grabs my ass with two hands and practically impales herself onto my length.
“Holy fuck!” I shout as she swallows around me. “Ollie.” I don’t think anyone’s mouth has felt as good as this.
And then she moans around me, the vibrations sending shards of pleasure straight to my balls. Fuck, if she keeps doing that, I’m not going to last long.
As if reading my mind, she hums again while cupping my balls with one hand and rolling them between her fingers.
I bloody whimper at how good it feels as she fucks my cock with her mouth and plays with my balls.
My breathing grows heavier, sweat beads on my forehead, and my body tightens as I edge closer to coming.
“Sweetheart, I’m close,” I tell her, an edge of desperation in my voice as my release barrels towards me. “Ollie…”
That only urges her on, and I’m powerless to stop it as my release tears through me and cum erupts from my cock. I half-expect her to pull off my length, but she doesn’t. She continues sucking, taking every drop of my cum into that perfect throat of hers until I’m spent and pushing her away.
She releases me with a satisfied grin on her swollen lips as she gazes up at me. I stumble sideways and lean heavily against one of the kitchen counters, panting and trembling from how hard I came.
“Bloody hell, sweetheart. I think you just sucked my soul out of my dick.”
She laughs as she gets to her feet. “Well, I figured I’d repay the favour since you did the same thing to my clit.”
Memories of sliding between Ollie’s thighs and devouring her perfect pussy flood my mind. God, she tasted so sweet. Mmm, speaking of which…
I grab her and cup the side of her head, intending to kiss her. However, her forehead wrinkles as she pulls away and shakes her head.
“I need to wash my mouth out before I kiss you.”
I frown. “What for?” She kissed me earlier with no problem.
“Because I just had your cock and cum in my mouth.” She looks at me like it’s obvious.
I snort and pull her closer. “You think I give a shit about that?” To prove my point, I press my lips against hers and kiss her hard. My cock stirs, trying and failing to rise as I dip my tongue into her mouth, tasting the saltiness from my release before slowly drawing back.
“Okay, yeah,” she breathes, looking dazed as she clutches my shoulders. “You've made your point.”
I grin with satisfaction. It’s a massive ego boost to see the effect I have on this beautiful, brave woman. “Glad you finally see it my way. Now, I need to taste that sweet cunt of yours again and make you come on my tongue.” Just the thought has me salivating, and I lick my lips.
However, before I can get on my knees for her, panicked shouts erupt from outside, bursting our intimate bubble. Our heads snap to the kitchen door as emergency bells start ringing.
I grab my jeans and boxers and yank them back up. “What the fuck is going on?” I ask no one in particular as I hurry towards the door while doing up my jeans.
Ollie keeps pace with me and shakes her head. “I don’t know, but whatever it is sounds bad.”
The door swings open before we reach it, and Theo peeks his head in. “Good, you’re both dressed,” he says with a sigh. “We need to get to the front gate.” He hands Ollie her bow and quiver of arrows.
My brow furrows. Why does he have those?
“What’s going on?” Ollie asks as she straps the quiver to her hip while we weave our way through the dining area.
“A supply team got the attention of a horde and instead of running and leading them away or hiding out until sunrise like they’re supposed to, they brought them to our front gate.” The frustration is evident on his face as we exit the dining room and go outside.
Straight into organised chaos.