71. Megan
Chapter 71
Megan
Luke is busy behind the counter in Sunshine Coffee, but he still makes time to chat. When I tell him our plans for the weekend, his giddy smile tells me Kara's filled him on my roommate situation, but I don't mind. He throws in extra cinnamon buns and darts out front to give me a big hug.
I’ve barely seen him or the rest of our gang lately, and once Ollie goes, I know I’ll need to make an effort to get our friendships back on track.
Once we’re out of town, the roads aren’t too busy. The sun is shining, and it’s only a few hours' drive to the coast, with vast, open countryside to admire all the way.
As we get closer, we pass a roadside farm shop and stop to pick up a few things for dinner, then find a spot overlooking the coast to park up for the night.
While Ollie cooks his first meal on the induction cooktop, I curl up in one of the camp chairs with my book, but the view of the sea is much more captivating.
This part of our country is so beautiful, and I feel a little ashamed that I haven't spent any time here before. Though I’d never given it much thought before Ollie tumbled into my life, I can see the appeal of life on the road when the destination looks like this.
He brings me a chilled glass of white wine and kisses the top of my head. Neither of us can stop grinning over dinner at the pull-out dining table, and the stir-fry he’s made us is as good as any he would make at home in our proper kitchen.
As the sun goes down, the air is still warm, so we take a stroll along the beach. With my toes in the surf and his hand in mine, I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier.
In the distance we hear music, and soon pass three older ladies, huddled together in camp chairs. They lean in to read from a song sheet, playing ukulele and singing along.
Someone plays out of tune and they collapse into giggles. Ollie squeezes my hand, and I wonder if he senses the pang of guilt that’s working its way through my chest. This could be me and the girls one day.
“I think this is the stretch of coast where Luke found the seaglass he had made into Kara’s engagement ring,” I tell him, and he pulls me closer into his side.
The obvious way to continue the conversation would be to ask if he wants to get married one day, but I refuse to go there. The idea of Ollie settling down with a beautiful, beachy wife with sun-bleached hair turns my stomach.
He has so much to look forward to, and though his plans start with a tour around the Scottish Highlands, I have no doubt the road life will be one he won’t want to leave behind. I think of all the videos we’ve watched together since he moved in, all those couples having adventures in Canada, driving across the United States, living the surf life in Australia.
He’s going after his big dreams, and mine feel terribly small in comparison.
At the end of the beach, we follow some steps up to the promenade and stop for ice-cream in a cafe that doesn’t look like it’s changed much since the fifties. There’s a vintage photobooth in the corner, and Ollie drags me into it, sits me in his lap, and starts the machine before I have a second to worry about how I look.
We smile at the camera, and the first flash takes us both by surprise, so we end up like startled animals in the second shot. For the third he pulls me close, so we’re snuggled cheek to cheek, and for the final shot we turn at the same time and lose ourselves in a kiss, not caring if our ice-cream drips onto the floor.
“Can I have these for the van?” he asks when we collect our strip of black and white photos, and I nod even though I want them too.
We don’t have any other photos together, and my heart sinks. Once he goes, it’ll be almost like he was never a part of my life. Maybe I’ll snap a picture on my phone when he's not looking.
Back at the van, tidying up takes only a few minutes, and once we lock the doors, the usual tension sparks between us. His hands cup my shoulders, fingers slipping underneath the straps of my sundress and slipping them down.
“Did I tell you how good you look today?” he hums.
He did. Several times, actually. That’s the thing about dating— fooling around with —someone new. You get a lot of firsts, and this is the first time he’s seen this sundress. It’s a pale blue with tiny flowers, and a ribbon at the front that cinches my breasts together. I paired it with a chunky cardigan for modesty, but it’s been too warm all day, and now under his gaze I’m feeling a little exposed.
“Everything in here is perfect, you’ve done such an amazing job. I really hope you’re proud of yourself.”
I’m stalling, nervous in a way I haven't been for a while now. He’s brought me out of my shell these past two months, and I’m more confident in bed than ever, but this is his space. I don’t want his first time sleeping with someone in his van to be a painful memory. Or maybe that will just be me who finds these memories difficult.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispers into the crook of my neck, then stoops to grip my thighs and lift me onto the edge of the bed. “Lay back for me. I’ve wanted to lift this dress up all day.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him tuck his thumbs under the hem and lift it to my waist.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, dragging my underwear down and dropping it to the floor. “How long have you been this wet for me?”
“All day,” I confess. It’s always like this with him, an eager ache my body feels just thinking about him.
He reaches up and tugs the ribbon at the front of my dress loose. His fingers sneak inside to pinch at my nipples.
“Oh yeah? I almost made you touch yourself on the drive here, but didn’t want to crash on our first trip out.” My cheeks turn pinker, if that’s even possible. “Would you do that for me sometime? Play with your pretty pussy while I try to keep my eyes on the road? Fill that front cab with the sound of your hot cunt?”
“Anything for you,” I moan, not caring how much those words sound like a promise I won’t be able to keep.
“Show me,” he says, lifting my hand and placing it between my legs. Ollie is such a voyeur, and even though it intimidated me at first, I love putting on a show for him.
The elevation of the bed has me raised higher than usual, and he lifts one ankle to rest on his shoulder. He presses kisses to my calf, his eyes still focused on my fingers dipping inside, then working over my clit.
The build-up never takes long with him, and soon my body is squirming, pleasure tingling through my veins. Most men, in my experience, don’t give a damn about their partner’s orgasm, but not Ollie. He likes to make sure I’m satisfied before he even gets involved in the action. Two orgasms are the bare minimum as far as he’s concerned.
“Ollie—” I plead, my fingers working faster.
“Yes?”
“I need—”
“What do you need? Ask.”
“I need you to fuck me the second I come.”
“Then get there, baby. Come for me now.” He strips fast, and the sight of him fisting his thick shaft is what tips me over the edge.
He grabs a condom and lube from the overhead compartment, and I push down the thought of him being this prepared for the road. I keep touching myself while he prepares, then crawls up over me, licking into my mouth with the same feverish urgency as that afternoon in his parent’s hallway. He rolls us both over until my knees are straddling his hips, and I’m still quaking when he lines himself up with my entrance.
“You want it? Come take what’s yours.”
He groans from deep within his chest as I sink down, all the way down, more ready for him than I’ve ever been.
“I love hearing you moan,” I tell him. If this is the last time we do this, I don’t ever want to forget the sound.
My hands splay across his stomach while I slide up and down the length of him, and he tucks his behind his head, content to watch me chase more pleasure. It’s not long until I’m getting close again, and I’m scrambling for something to hold on to so I can keep up momentum.
When my palms flatten against the roof of the van, I remember what he taught me all those months ago.
“Should I be offended that you’re laughing right now?” he chokes out.
“Cowgirl height,” I moan, pressing up into the roof and finding my rhythm. “You got it perfect.”
“That’s because you’re the perfect cowgirl, Megan.”
Ollie pinches my nipples while I grind down into him, my orgasm building fast.
“Please come with me,” I beg. “Please.”
His hands grip my hips, holding me steady so he can buck up into me. I’ll feel sore tomorrow but I don’t care, it’s like he’s breaking me in half in the best possible way. This is all I want, all I’ll ever need.
When my orgasm comes crashing through me, I tip my head back and see stars, the ones behind my eyelids, and the ones through the air vent opened up to the clear night sky. This was just a hole in the roof the day I first met him, and when he goes, there'll be an even bigger hole in my heart.