Chapter 35
Dean
By the time we got back to the house, Oli had gone quiet again. I wasn’t sure why it kept happening, and I didn’t know how to stop it.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
He lifted one shoulder. His arms were wrapped around himself, and it tugged at something in my chest.
“I’m going to clean up in here tomorrow,” I noted, glancing around. “I want to make sure there’s nothing they need to do when they get back.”
“I can help.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll make my brother chip in. It’s his job too.”
“I don’t want to be useless while I’m here.”
“It’s up to you. Hopefully Blake will take the stick out of his ass before then.”
He didn’t respond, and I watched as he brought his thumb to his mouth. When he started chewing on the nail, I grabbed his wrist.
“Stop,” I said.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I know how important your family is to you.” He dropped his gaze. “The last thing I want is to get between you.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
It was obvious he was going to say something else, so I grabbed his jaw and started backing up.
He came along without question, his eyes burning while they stayed locked on mine.
Reaching behind me, I opened my bedroom door.
He kicked it closed once we were inside, and I held him in place, keeping my face inches from his.
“Don’t say stupid shit like that,” I told him firmly.
“But—”
“My parents love you already, and when I tell them about us, they’ll be goddamn ecstatic.”
“Are you sure?”
His voice was so small, that characteristic doubt finally creeping in. I softened my grip and ran my thumb along his lips.
“Can’t you see it?”
“No.”
“Then trust me. Can you do that?”
His throat bobbed against my wrist. Suddenly, a smirk formed on his lips. “Oh, Broku, you’re hella far behind if you have to ask that.”
Something about his response made me tug him forward. When his lips met mine, I felt the weight of the day slip from my shoulders, giving way to the fire that awakened the moment I’d given in to my feelings for Oli.
I dropped my hands to his thighs and gripped them tightly as I lifted him off his feet. He laughed against my mouth and wrapped his legs around me. It was a little awkward with his size, plus he was heavy as shit, but if I wanted to hold Oli, I was going to fucking hold him.
“I feel like a princess,” he said. Throwing his arms out to the side, he tipped his head back, nearly making me drop him. “I am Moana!”
“Shh.” I tucked my face into his neck to smother my laughter.
Sinking his fingers into my hair, he forced my head back and slammed his mouth against mine.
I stumbled and ran into the bed. Sitting down, I kept him in my lap as I dug my fingers into his legs.
His knees settled on either side of me, and I held him in place firmly while I arched my hips upward.
I cupped his ass, drawing a moan out of him.
His fingers were tight on my chest, as if he needed to cling to something.
“This is everything I want,” he murmured.
Dropping my head back, I looked into his eyes. “Yeah?”
He nodded, then shifted backward. His fingers traced my abs as his teeth snagged the bottom of my t-shirt. He tugged it upward, and my breath caught from the feeling of his stubble against my skin. It was exhilarating, a sensation that made goosebumps rise on my arms.
“Let me take care of you,” he said without pausing his exploration. His tongue flicked my nipple, and my mouth dropped open. “Let me carry some of this burden. Okay?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Mm. Don’t ever stop saying that.” His fingers went to the button on my jeans, and he waited for me to look at him. “Can I touch you here?”’
Licking my lips, I nodded. He popped the button, then dragged the zipper down slowly. I watched his deft fingers, feeling mesmerized by every movement.
He leaned down and kissed my hip, then tugged the band of my briefs down further.
I pursed my lips, smothering the moan I couldn’t hold back.
My legs shook as his languid kisses reached lower.
Lifting my hips a little, I pushed my jeans down, and he tugged them off of my legs.
He tossed them behind him, sending them into the wall with a loud smack.
With his mouth on my inner thigh, he met my eyes. The green was intense right now, and it sent a thrill down my spine. I thought that doing this with another person would make me hesitant, but there was no part of me that felt uncertain about it.
Suddenly, I was glad that Sadie had been the only one. In fact, I would’ve preferred it if I had never touched her. This experience with Oli would be completely new for me regardless, and that would have to be enough.
My dick strained against my briefs, and with every kiss, I arched toward him.
“Touch me,” I pleaded.
“I will. I’m just . . . nervous.”
“We can slow down.”
I tried to sit up, but he put a hand on my chest. He shook his head, continuing to kiss my legs.
Moving further back, he dragged his lips down my calves.
He reached my ankle and circled his tongue around the bone while he pulled off my sock, then he kissed the top of my foot.
It made a shiver travel down my arms as he made his way back up my leg.
As if he was getting off on the torture, he did the same thing on my other leg, so slow that I thought my racing heart would kill me before we got any further.
Unable to stand it, I pressed my palm against my dick through my briefs. His eyes tracked the movement, and when I pushed my hand inside, he let out a little whine.
“Want me to touch myself?” I asked.
He nodded. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, he bit down on my inner thigh. I swore, jerking my leg, but after a second, the pressure had my dick throbbing in my grasp. He grabbed the top of my briefs and yanked them down so he could see what I was doing.
He stopped biting me, but he moved to a different spot and started to suck on my skin. I dropped my head to the mattress while I stroked myself, thrusting my hips upward. The old metal bedframe creaked, and I tried to move slower, but it was a damn struggle.
Oli’s fingers moved to the crease in my thighs, sending a little shock through me.
They inched closer, then he cupped my balls in one of his hands.
Slowly, he slid further until he grasped the base of my shaft.
I was more sensitive to his touch than I expected, and a choked sound came from my throat.
As if that drove him on, he slid his hand to the tip, and I dropped mine to hold onto his leg.
“It’s freaking beautiful,” he said.
I breathed a laugh, which morphed into a moan when he kissed the head. It was so gentle, barely a feather’s touch. I held myself still, letting him go at his own pace, even though it felt like torture.
“Oli . . . baby . . . I think this is gonna kill me.”
“You’re very impatient.”
He wrapped his lips around my head, and I dug my fingers into his legs so hard, I was sure they’d leave marks. I watched him work his way down my shaft. He kept going until he hit the halfway mark. I wanted to thrust the rest of the way in, but I held myself back.
“Take your fucking pants off,” I demanded. “I don’t want to do this without you.”
Getting off of the bed, he stripped out of his shirt. I took in his lean muscles, perfectly toned from all of his time in the pool. Slowly, downright sensually, he pulled his pants down. I stared at the bulge in his briefs and leaned forward, nervous and excited to see all of him.
My heart raced as I trailed my fingers across his abdomen. He sucked in a breath when I kissed his navel. I stopped at his hip bone and looked up at him.
“Off,” I said.
When he gave me a taunting look, I grabbed the band of his briefs and yanked him forward. Not giving myself a chance to think about it too much, I slipped my hand inside and cupped his dick.
“Dean,” he gasped.
He was already hard, but once I touched him, I felt him grow even more.
My mouth felt a little dry as I stroked the smooth skin.
Despite my fumbling movements, he closed his eyes and breathed heavily.
His reaction made me more confident about touching him like this, driving me to wrap my fingers around him.
I stayed like that, unmoving, as I took a moment to process it. When I was sure it was what I wanted, I stroked him with my thumb.
“Is this okay?” I asked.
He slammed his mouth against mine, and I pushed his shorts down before he climbed into my lap. I scooted backward on the bed, carrying him with me. When I leaned back, my dick brushed his asshole, making both of us freeze.
“We don’t have to—” I started.
“What’s stopping us?”
“Propriety? Lube?”
“I bought some when I went out to get your dad’s fries.”
“That’s weird.”
He smiled. “As for propriety . . . I don’t really care about that, but I’m trying extremely hard not to be impulsive. I’ve been fighting all freaking week.”
“Then we won’t be impulsive.”
When he shifted his hips, rubbing his dick against mine, I groaned.
“Not too impulsive,” I added. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I pulled him in for a kiss. “I want to learn how to make you . . .”
“Cum?” he filled in when I didn’t go on. My face heated, and he kissed one of my cheekbones. “You’re even sexier when you get awkward.”
“How?”
“Don’t ask me to explain the beautiful things in this world. They’re better enjoyed than broken down for parts.”
Not wanting to respond to whatever that bullshit was, I reached between us to touch his dick again. The way his breath caught told me more than his words ever could, so I wrapped my fingers around him and listened.
“We’re here for a week and a half,” he groaned. “Are we going to make it that entire time without having sex?”
“Doubtful.” Gripping his ass in both hands, I squeezed hard. “How do you feel about me touching you here?”
“Like, fingering me?”
My mouth dropped open. Clearing my throat, I tried to steady my breathing. “I wasn’t saying that. But if you’re—”
“This is everything I want,” he repeated. “So, yes.”
I knew how this worked, but I didn’t know any of the important details. Namely, how to make him enjoy it. The idea of hurting him or being unable to pleasure him was horrifying.
Digging my fingers into his skin, I traced his jaw with my lips. “Get the lube, baby. And be fast. All I can think about now is that damn ass.”
When he turned around, my eyes went right to it. Coming up behind him, I grabbed his thighs before he made it off the bed and sunk my teeth into his ass cheek, making him yelp. I smacked the other cheek hard, hoping he’d get the hint to be quieter.
Pulling back, I looked at the imprint of my teeth in his skin.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to look at him without thinking about that mark. If I had to make it every damn day, I’d gladly strip him down just like this.