Chapter 7
SEVEN
ETHAN
The moment I’m completely sheathed into Oliver’s tight, slick heat will be forever burned into my brain.
The way his body immediately opened up for me, swallowing me whole until I was balls deep with one slow, perfect thrust.
The way he arched for me, giving himself up to me, accepting me, trusting me to look after him.
The first one to ever touch him.
My perfect, sweet Ollie.
Possessiveness rides me hard as I cover his back from behind and grind my dick deep inside him.
He moans brokenly, his whole body trembling as I pull slowly out, his hole contracting on me, sucking me back in. It’s impossible not to watch myself for just a second, coated in him, glistening from his slippery heat before my hips push into him again and again and again, helplessly, powerlessly.
I can’t stop driving my cock inside him, and Ollie meets every thrust, chasing the movement, taking every hard inch of me like it’s nothing, like he fucking needs it to breathe.
“Yes, Ethan. More, please. Harder,” he chokes out.
Fuck, his desperate words, coupled with his inebriating scent, threaten to turn me into a fucking animal, a slave to his needs and only his.
Taking hold of his outer leg, I bend it slightly at the knee and roll him so he’s partially on his stomach. Keeping him open and pinned like this, I take him deep and hard, rolling my hips, making sure I catch his gland on almost every glide.
The lust-drenched scream that leaves his mouth as he tightens on me so hard I almost black out is a sound that will stay with me for the rest of my days.
Ollie comes so fucking perfectly that every tremble of his body makes my cock throb with the need to follow him, to come with him.
Fuck, I wish I could have seen his face all high in ecstasy. I bet he looked beautiful.
But I viciously suppress the urge to let go and ignore the persistent tingle at the base of my dick that has my knot begging to come out.
Because it’s too fucking soon. He needs to come more.
Fuck, there’s so much slick. It’s basically dripping all over my groin and balls, the sensation indescribable.
We’re both drenched in sweat and I can’t help mouthing his exposed nape, nuzzling his wet curls, licking his saturated skin exactly where the mating mark would go, knowing it will make him feral.
And it does.
His back bows beautifully and he impales himself on my cock, seeking me out, needing me to give him more.
Cupping his throat, I turn his head, and the sight of him like this, fucked out, bliss mixed with torture on his sweet face has me grappling with my control.
“Let yourself go, baby. Leave it to me and just feel.”
His lips graze the corner of my mouth as he melts completely in my hands with a long moan that feels like a stroke on my dick.
I fall into him, plunging deep, so deep that for a moment I think my cockhead kisses the soft mouth of his womb.
“Ah – yes. Ethan, yes, do it again. Please, do it again,” he whimpers deliriously.
And so help me God, I do. I take him deep, my thrusts getting faster and faster, stimulating his gland and rubbing against the soft pouch of his womb, until he’s mindless with pleasure, until it feels like I’m losing myself in him, in his perfect body, in his addictive sounds.
Liquid fire rushes down my spine but he needs to come first.
My Ollie needs one more time.
Snaking my hand under his belly, I wrap it around his still hard cock, using his cum to pump him hard and fast.
He explodes with a hoarse moan, drenching my palm, soaking my fist, his inner muscles squeezing me so hard I know I’m a gone man, but I don’t stop until I’ve milked every drop from him, until I’m sure he has nothing left.
The slapping of our skin grows erratic, my orgasm barreling down on me, making me blind as my cock pulses inside him.
An almost savage growl tears from me, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain, but I keep pumping him and pumping him full of my cum.
Until he’s filled to the brim.
Until he’s leaking all around me.
Until my knot locks us together, keeping everything I gave him safe inside him.
I feel his sigh of relief in my own chest, and fearing my weight might be too much for him, I roll us both on our sides.
My body cradles his, and for a few moments, all we can do is breathe, letting our heartbeats slow down.
My fingers caress his front, running over his smooth, sweaty skin, brushing against his belly.
Oliver’s bright green eyes meet mine over his shoulder, and the look he gives me—sated and happy—makes my chest rumble with satisfaction.
“Are you feeling okay?” I whisper, as I brush a soft kiss on his temple.
The smile that dawns on his face hits me like a punch in the solar plexus.
“I feel amazing,” he grins and stretches like a cat. The movement makes his soft hole clamp around my knot and we both shiver when my hips stutter forward.
His cheeks are flushed when he tilts his head to look at me under his lashes.
“What about you?” he asks in a shy voice that makes my still hard cock jump inside him. “Was it good for you?”
That tentative, self-conscious tone is going to be the death of me.
Never dropping my gaze, I lift the fingers that are still drenched in his cum and bring them to my mouth.
And while Ollie watches with a rapt expression, his breathing getting shallower and shallower, I lick through the mess he made, letting him see how his taste affects me, how he’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had the privilege of sampling.
I don’t think he’s even aware that he starts moving on my cock in tiny, short thrusts, as much as my knot allows, until we’re both breathing hard against each other.
“It was perfect, sweetheart. You are fucking perfect.” I punctuate my words with a small roll of my hips that has his eyes almost fluttering shut. “You took me so well. You were a dream and you still are. Look how you’re still dancing on my cock.”
“It – it feels so good, Ethan. I can’t stop moving,” he says, need still swimming in his eyes.
“Shh, it’s okay. Let me give you one more and you’ll get some rest, baby.”
And he falls apart on me one more time as I hold him tightly, screaming his pleasure while I pour myself inside him one last time for tonight.
Exhaustion takes over him and I only have time to slide the pillow under his head, before he’s falling asleep.
I stay awake for a little while longer, making sure the first wave has truly passed. But his face remains calm and relaxed in sleep, smiling softly.
And I can’t stop looking at him, can’t stop basking in the warmth of that sleepy, happy smile.
I let myself drift off, surrounded by his night-flower scent, and him safe in my arms.