58. Ollie
Chapter 58
Ollie
She might not want to wait, and neither does my solid and impatient cock. There’s a genuine danger I’m going to come the second I get her naked, but I’m not letting that happen again.
Once is over-eager, twice is pathetic. Months of wanting Megan have me fit to burst, but I’ve tried so hard to prove to her I’m more than just some kid, and I don’t want to fail now. I want to make it so good for her, and I need to make this last.
After dragging her to my room, I perch on the end of the bed, pulling her to stand between my spread legs. Her dark green skirt floats over her hips, and there’s a peek of bare stomach where she’s fastened two measly buttons in the middle of my shirt. I draw a heart beneath her belly-button with my thumb, and her muscles tense under my touch.
“Why do all my clothes look better on you than they do on me?”
“That’s not true,” she says, her fingers weaving through my hair.
“It is true. And I suspect it’s got everything to do with what’s underneath it.”
My eyes dance with hers, flitting from one to the other while I undo the buttons. Pushing it off her shoulders, I let it slide off and drop to the floor, leaving her half dressed in front of me. Most of her hair is tied back, but the strands that have come loose tickle her flushed cheek.
Her thumbs tease the hoops in my ears, the simple touch grounding me like nothing else. I’d be content to let her do that all night, if my cock wasn’t aching to get involved.
“Megan, I'm such a tit guy and yours are insane.” I don’t know which part I like best. The smooth swell, the tight nipples, or the subtle pink creeping over her skin. “I've been obsessed with them since the moment I walked in here.”
“Tonight?”
“No,” I laugh, admiring the curves of her waist with the tips of my fingers. “Since the day I moved in.”
I was never supposed to be looking. Never supposed to fixating on those three little freckles, or the way her arse looks in workout gear, or thinking about the rest of her body when I fucked my hand in the shower.
“Oh,” she sighs.
“Oh?” I look up, catching the divot in her lip where she’s dug her teeth in. “I thought I was gonna get in big trouble for admitting that.”
“Well, it’s nice to be admired.” She hitches her skirt up, dropping her knees on either side of my hips and sinking into my lap.
Finally.
“I’m not breaking a rule?”
“We’re way past rules, Ollie,” she whispers.
“These freckles here…” I trace the triangle shape at the top of her breast with my forefinger. “I saw them that day at your parents’ house, when I bumped into you coming out of the shower. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help myself.”
“I’d forgotten all about that,” she smiles, then pushes my hair back and brings her mouth to my forehead. There’s a curiosity in her slow movements, and I enjoy letting her take her time. Gives me longer to commit this all to memory.
“Lucky you. It haunted me for weeks.”
“Well, you can have a proper look now, can’t you?”
She leans back, and I reach out to take one in each hand, firm and heavy. I watch her face while she watches the way I touch her. My thumbs stroke a teasing line underneath, close to her peaked nipples, but from the way she arches her back, I can tell it’s not close enough.
I ghost warm breath over her skin until her hips squirm against me. With her hands buried in my hair, she pulls me closer, guiding me to where she wants my mouth.
“Ollie,” she pleads. “Touch me.”
“Don’t worry, I’m getting there. But well done for asking for what you want.”
Circling both wrists, I pull her hands from my hair and shift them behind her, holding them in place at the small of her back. It makes her arch higher and I’m in heaven, all that bare skin for me to explore.
“I’ve had so many bad, bad thoughts about you this week. I honestly don’t even know where to begin.”
“Anywhere, please,” she whispers. “Before I freak out.”
After weeks— months —of wanting her, the last thing I want is for her to overthink this and start panicking. I need this to be good for her. Need her to feel how special she is.
I kiss along her collarbone, then suck lightly at the hollow of her throat. “Why are you freaking out?”
“It's been a while,” she confesses, and I kiss my way up the other side. Based on our limited conversations about her ex, I had a feeling that might be the case, but I didn’t want to assume. It’s not like it matters. I don’t care how many guys she’s been with, only that I’m the one she’s with right now. I bet it matters to her, though, the perfection seeking princess.
She probably used to dream of marrying the first guy she slept with. I can’t imagine her jumping into bed with just anyone, and one-night stands aren’t my style either. I hope she knows that, for me, this is more than that.
“It’s been a while for me, too,” I whisper close to her ear.
“Really?”
“Have you ever seen me bring anyone home?” I pull back to make sure it sinks in. “The only woman I've wanted all year is you.”
“Oh,” she gasps.
“I’ll look after you. Don’t freak out on me, OK?”
She nods, and my eyes stay locked on hers as I lower my mouth to one nipple and circle it with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs clench around me and my cock twitches in response, pressing up against the layers between us.
One taste of her skin is all it takes to get obsessed, and I lick again, firmer this time, with the flat of my tongue, dragging from her breast up to the column of her throat.
“Fucking delicious,” I whisper, then lap, and nip, and suck each nipple. One, then the other, and back again. With her hands held tight in mine, she can’t do anything but twist from side to side, feeding my hunger.
I could do this all night, but I know if she keeps grinding, we’re going to have the same problem as the last time I had her in my bed. Letting go of her hands, I flip her to her back. She yelps softly, and I tip my chin, urging her up the bed until her head lands on my freshly laundered pillows.
She props herself up on her elbows, and I get comfy between her parted knees and dip to kiss her.
The first time I kissed Megan, it was frantic and urgent, and I was sure I was going to get slapped in the face the second it ended. Every kiss since then has been different. The playful ones that turned greedy later that night, the casual ones in the kitchen the next morning.
This one is slow, tender. She sets the pace while I grapple with my belt buckle, my cock desperately straining behind my zipper. Pulling back, I hop off the bed just long enough to strip down to my boxers, trying not to lose my mind at the sight of her.
She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, laid out in the middle of my bed, her hair falling loose and spread across my pillows. She fusses with the hem of her skirt, nervous under my gaze, but this is all new to me, and there’s so much to admire.
Dragging my fingers up the outsides of her legs, I nudge her hands aside, and pull her skirt up, up, and up, my fingertips tracing the exposed creamy thighs I’ve been desperate to sink my teeth into.
“My underwear,” she groans.
“What about them?”
“They're not very sexy. There wasn’t much to choose from at home.”
“I don’t give a shit. They’re coming off, anyway.” I glide my hands up higher until her skirt exposes pale pink cotton that on any other day would be perfectly cute, but today is sexy as hell thanks to the damp spot she’s worked up in my lap.
“Megan, you couldn't be more wrong. I've never understood the appeal of getting your arse chewed up in a thong all day long. No woman should ever have to go through that to please a man. Lift your hips.”
She does as she’s told, and I twist my fingers into the waistband to drag them down and off.
“These are gorgeous, and you are gorgeous, and peeling them off you will be seared into my brain for the rest of my life.”
I can’t wait a second longer to taste her, and when I drag my eager tongue through her, she groans loudly.
“Wait—” she gasps, just as I’m about to do it again. “My ex…”
I pull back and she squeezes her eyes shut. “Your ex what?”
“He never liked this.”
As if I didn’t already know he was a fucking loser. What a dickhead.
“Well, that's his loss, and we’re never talking about him again.” I plant a wet kiss just below her bellybutton, and get high on the sweet scent of whatever lotion she applied this morning. “I’m more than happy to make up for his lack of enthusiasm.”
“Wait!”
I sit back, kneeling before her like a man ready to pray. “Are you OK?”
“Yes! No.” She screws up her face and pushes her knees together. “I’m just a little too in my head. I don’t know why I brought him up, sorry.”
I should have known this would happen. Megan is never not in her head, always overthinking one thing or another. Her skirt is bunched around her hips and I pull it down a little to cover her up, then crawl up to lie next to her. Propping my head up on one elbow, I stroke the back of my fingers from her shoulder to her wrist and back again. I would be happy with just this and talking.
“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable. We can get dressed and go eat dinner and watch a movie and not think about it.”
That last part is a lie. Even if we stop now, I’m never getting this memory out of my head.
“I don’t want that,” she says, rolling towards me and tipping her mouth up to kiss me. Cupping the back of her head, I let her take her time, until she pauses and whispers against my lips. “I’m nervous, but I promise I want this.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than anything.”
“Then can I keep going? I’ll do my best to get you out of that pretty head of yours.”
She nods her approval, so I shift back down and slip her skirt fully off, flinging it over my shoulder. With splayed palms, I nudge her thighs wider and settle back between them for the best view I’ve ever seen.
Finally, at long fucking last, Megan is naked in my bed. I thought I’d only ever come close to this in my dreams.
“Fuck, you are so pretty,” I tell her between each kiss that climbs her thigh. “How do you want to come?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what to choose, or you don’t know what you like?” I drag my tongue along the spot where her hip meets her thigh. “Or you just don’t know how to tell me? I’m all ears. I want to hear it.”
“I like…”
She covers her face again, so I reach up and tug her hand away. “You like what? Come on, don’t hide from me.”
“I don’t know how to talk about it,” she says, squirming when I lick that same spot and swipe my thumb across her aching flesh.
“What if I guess?” I suggest, and she likes that idea, eyes flaring then turning hazy.
She’s already wet, and I spread it around, fingers stroking through slick folds, ghosting up past the top of her clit and back down the other side. My cock throbs where it’s pressed into the mattress, begging to be let out, but he’ll have to wait.
“I think you like to be teased a little, which is good because I’m in no rush.”
Her pussy throbs as my middle finger traces slow circles around her entrance. Resisting the temptation to push inside is almost impossible, but watching her squirm makes it worth it.
“Ollie,” she pleads when I skim over her clit again.
“Yes, Megan?” I smile and nibble at the soft skin inside her thigh.
“That’s enough teasing.”
“Oh, is it now? I’ll be the judge of that.”
I watch in awe as I slip a finger in, up to one knuckle, then the next, until I’m all the way in.
“Better?” I ask, twisting and caressing her from the inside. She lifts one knee higher, making more room for me.
“Not enough.”
I add another finger, marvelling at how well she takes me. I don’t want to hurt her, and if she wants to take things further, she’ll need time to get used to my size.
She shifts a little lower down the bed, presses herself into my hand, and throws one arm over her face. Rising to my knees, I loom over her, my thumb nudging her clit from side to side while my fingers keep working.
“I get the feeling you don’t like me looking at you, so you can cover your eyes all you want, but you should know that I love watching you, Megan. Love the way your smooth skin feels under my rough hands, love watching your tits heave, love seeing that lip disappear behind your teeth.”
“OK,” she whimpers. I kiss my way back down her body, with a brief stop to tug one nipple with my teeth.
“I’m not looking away, and I want you to look at me when you come. Want to see the look in your eyes when you fall apart.”
She whines at my words, clenching around my fingers. “I’ll let you know when I’m close.”
“Good girl. Now, what else do I think you might like?” I ponder. “I bet you'd like it if I use my fingers and tongue at the same time.”
She murmurs her approval and takes my kisses south, hovering just above her clit, darting my tongue out for the tiniest taste.
Her groan is all animal. “More.”
“More?”
“Much more.”
So I feast, the way I’ve wanted to for months, the way I’ve imagined every time I’ve fucked my fist in the shower. Wrapping my free hand underneath her thigh and across her stomach, I pin her in place while working her higher. I lick everywhere, her neat strip of hair, all around the outside, my tongue competing with my fingers for access. Her hands dig into my hair, nails dragging across my scalp, pulling me exactly where she wants me.
“Fuck, you make me so horny,” I huff out, adding another finger. “Do you like that, me stretching you with my fingers?”
“Oh god, yes,” she moans, hips lifting, head rolling back as she rocks herself onto my hand. “I think I might…”
“Eyes on me,” I bark, and she looks down again, her chest heaving with each shallow breath. “Stop thinking. Get out of your head and just feel. Play with your tits and feel me fuck you.”
She nods and swallows hard, her mouth falling open when she massages one in each hand. I press up with my fingers and moan against her soaked flesh.
“Yes, pinch those nipples,” I tell her with my mouth full, watching, noting the pressure she likes and wondering if she’d like it harder. My own hips hump against the mattress like they don’t know how to do anything but fuck.
“I need—”
Clamping my lips around her slick, swollen clit as she bucks up into me, I don't need her words anymore. Her body tells me everything I need to know as she tenses and moans, thighs pressing into my ears as she shatters in front of me.