65. Ollie
Chapter 65
Ollie
Her words shock me, and I almost hit the floor trying to scramble to my feet.
“Megan Porter, the mouth on you,” I tease.
She switches positions with me, dropping to the floor while I tower over her. Seeing Megan on her knees, ready to take care of me, is a vision that burrows so deep in my soul I’m not sure I’ll ever forget it.
“Where did you learn to give oral that good?” she pants, still breathless from her orgasm. “Actually don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”
She’s probably thinking I’ve been with a lot of women, which absolutely isn’t the case, but I don’t want there to be any doubts in her mind while we’re sleeping together. I scoop her hair into my hand and tug until she’s forced to look up at me.
“Sex isn’t always easy because of my size, so I wanted to make sure I had other ways to keep my partners happy.”
Her jaw falls open.
“You’re telling me your penis is so big you had to become the King of Eating Pussy, too? It’s a good job Hattie doesn’t know about this, or I’d be texting her immediately.”
My other hand cups her chin, holding her head steady while I bend to lick into her mouth.
“I was wondering what you’d told your friends about me.”
“Um,” she freezes, her wide-eyes glancing off to one side.
“Don’t tell me,” I laugh, repeating her words back to her. “I don’t want to know.”
She wraps her palm around my shaft and guides me onto her tongue, smacking the tip against the spit that’s pooled there. She takes her time, working her mouth over every inch of me, licking and kissing, making me even more desperate for her to wrap those pretty lips around me.
“Think you can take it all?”
With her tongue lapping at the base of me, my crown is north of her left eyebrow and she bursts out laughing.
“All of this?” she licks all the way up. “No. I’m almost certain I can’t, but I’ll give it my best shot.”
“Of course you will. You’re so good for me.”
Yes, she’s good for me on her knees, but I mean it in other ways, too.
Megan accepts me as I am, encourages me without forcing her own opinions or expectations on me. For the first time in my life, I feel like I can be truly myself, without anyone judging me or trying to change me. She might have pissed me off with all her rules when I first moved in, but it turned out we didn’t need any of them to co-exist quite happily. We make a great team, and I hope she thinks I’m good for her too.
She sits tall and opens wide, sliding me past the back of her tongue and sealing her lips around me. I stroke her hair while she bobs down until I hit her throat, her cheeks hollowing out as she comes back up. Her palm wraps around the base of my shaft, jerking me into her mouth as she tries to take more with each descent. I can’t pretend the sound of her gagging doesn’t turn me on, but I don’t want her to risk having no voice tomorrow.
“Fuck Megan, I can see your hips rolling. Do you want to come again?”
“Yes, please,” she moans around me. “Can I?”
“You don’t need to ask for my permission, remember? Anything you want, you can have it. Let me get your vibrator.”
“I don’t need it,” she pants, pulling me free with a wet pop.
“I want to see you use it. Please?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and I think she’s about to say no, but then she gives her head a little shake and takes a deep breath. “OK. It’s in the bottom drawer. The rose gold one.”
It turns me on even more to know she’s got multiple toys waiting for us to play with, and I almost pull the drawer right off the runners in my hurry to find her preferred one.
At the foot of the bed, she spreads her knees wide and drops her head back against the mattress when she positions it against her clit. No force on earth could make me look away.
“You like to watch,” she moans.
“When the show is this hot, fuck yeah, I do.”
“Then I want to watch, too,” she says, leaning forward to spit on the head of my cock. “Rub that in and come for me.”
Jesus fuck.
She never stops surprising me. I give myself a hard squeeze, knowing it won’t take much to get there.
“I’m so fucking close, where do you want it?”
“Cover me. I’m right there, too.”
I step closer, careful not to get in her way while she lifts her hips and rocks against her toy. She looks like fucking sin, her tits firm and high and waiting for me to paint them. I fist myself harder, focusing on the head and trying not to faint when all my bloody rushes south.
“Ollie, fuck. Oh my god.” Her deep groan blends into a whimper and when she sticks her tongue out, there’s no fucking way I can hold back. Jets of cum shoot out of me, landing on her tits, her neck, and her pretty mouth.
Megan smiles up at me, licking me from her lips. I haul her up, making her shriek and giggle when I toss her onto the bed and crawl over her.
As they often do, thoughts of our time coming to an end creep in. I kiss her slowly, desperate to stay in the moment for as long as possible.