28. Chapter 28 #3
I’ve learnt that Oliver isn’t the type to have family memorabilia or plants or anything like that filling his office, so it didn’t surprise me how simple his office looked.
How disappointed Gran would be to know it really was just an office, no sex dungeon in sight.
Surrounding himself with basic office needs, Oliver’s name was written all over it.
In the middle of the room sat a large, sturdy-looking black wooden desk, cluttered with sheets of paper, a pencil holder and other miscellaneous office items. Along with a curved dual-monitor, a matching keyboard and a wireless mouse, hiding under some more papers.
After scoping the place, I meet Oliver’s eyes again and suddenly remember where I am.
“O-oh r-right sorry! I-I know you’re busy! I just came in to say goodnight.” I fumble a lie as I know why I really came in here, although I did have something to report to the family group chat.
I could happily type the words ‘sex dungeon is a definite no-go’ tonight once I am finished here, although…
I feel a little upset that being in here didn’t live up to the crazy expectation my family put into my head.
The mere thought was ridiculous from the start, and it had already been verbally put down by Oliver himself when he joined us for my family for dinner all those weeks ago.
I must have slipped too deep into my thoughts when I realised the way Oliver was looking at me; he pushed himself away from his desk and wiggled his index finger.
“Come here,” he calls. I obey. Ignoring the flutter that occurs in my chest every time he ushers me with that tone.
I walk towards the desk and shuffle around until I’m standing in front of him. How is it that even sitting down, Oliver still manages to tower over me? I should be the one hovering over him right now.
“Are you upset?” he asks, but it only makes me scrunch my nose in confusion. I prepare to respond, but he does it for me. “That this room doesn’t meet your expectations?”
How the hell does he do that?
What mythical being blessed this man with the ability to read my mind?
Cause I would love to know.
I mean, he knew what I was thinking of, thanks to Gran. I was sure he forgot all about that by now, and I know I wasn’t as great at masking my emotions as I thought I was. When I don’t respond, Oliver swivels his chair closer and tugs my hand to guide me into his lap.
His black leather chair creaks, sinking slightly, adjusting to the added weight. I try to keep my hips raised with the irrational fear that his chair will break with the two of us on it, but Oliver glares at me as he pushes me down, forcing my full weight to rest against his.
The chair squelches further, but settles down and only squeaks if one of us moves.
“You want to tell me why you really came in here?” Oliver asks, with his hands settled on my thighs. I knew he would be able to see through my lie, and his stupid superpower that could detect whenever something was bothering me.
No matter how hard I tried to deny it.
“What if it makes you mad?” I ask, resting my hands on his shoulders, pulling my lip between my teeth. Oliver wasn’t a sensitive person, but he had a tendency to shut down very quickly, especially if something he didn’t like happened.
If I mention that I heard him earlier, I’m sure it’ll just set him off. He doesn’t respond right away and takes a beat to search my eyes.
“Let’s say it won’t. Tell me anyway, il mio tutto,” he suggests, using that nickname of his while hitching my dress slightly so he can stroke higher up my thighs, a gesture that no longer surprises me, but excites me just the same.
“…earlier I heard some of the conversation with Greg, I didn’t mean to, but - I heard what you said,” I murmur, closing my eyes. Waiting for him to deny it or say it meant nothing, but instead, I feel his lips gently pressing against my eyelid, then to the other.
“Did it upset you? what I said,” he asks, making the chair wince as he sits back to watch me open my eyes again. I shake my head, wondering why, for the second time tonight, he assumed that I’m unhappy.
Maybe Oliver couldn’t read me like a book after all, the same way I couldn’t figure out why he got defensive so easily. It could be the very same way he assumes something bad happens every time he and I talk.
I shake my head in response and realise if I don’t tell Oliver directly, he’s bound to keep misinterpreting. The flaw with that was admitting how much he’s changed me over the last few days.
“I-It did the opposite.” I quietly reveal, clearing my throat. Breaking eye contact to look at some of the books on his shelf. But it didn’t last long because the beast behind his slacks awakes, and one of Oliver’s fingers sinks lower in the dip between my legs.
“Oh, it did, did it?” he teases, raising a brow, loving the fact that he already got his answer as I shiver at the feeling of him awakening under me. He’ll continue to tease me, too, knowing full well how soaked I already am and what the true meaning of me coming in here was.
There was no use in playing hard to get, as it would only slow the process of what I wanted to happen right now. So I swallow my pride and nod; a low roar surrounds the room as Oliver chuckles in response.
The rawness of his laughter gives me that whoosh feeling in my stomach, the same kind you get when you’re going up then straight down on a roller-coaster. I tip my head to watch his expression of joy on full display.
I love that I’m the only one who gets to see him this way.
When I’m attacked by his natural smile, the genuine one, the kind he only lets out once in a blue moon as he laces it with seduction, just enough to fuel me with the complete desire to be filled by him.
How the repetition of his words earlier makes me want to reward him.
My heart rate rises, and the butterflies awaken in my stomach, while the flush of my arousal surrounds me. Before I know it, I climb off Oliver’s lap and slip my hands closer to where his zipper fought valiantly to contain the size of him.
“You called me yours.” I purr, settling on my knees, and looking up at him.
“I can’t explain it, but it made me want to do things, to reward you.” I bite my lip, freeing his erection and palm him through his boxers.
A lustful hiss fills the room when I realise this erection isn’t new. His reaction is an obvious sign that Oliver has been like this for quite a while, but I only felt it a moment ago. Had he been hiding it this whole time?
I ask myself, and get an answer by the way Oliver looks at me, trying to control his breathing, trying to pull me back up, but when I don’t obey. Attempting to remove his boxers, he lifts his hips willingly to help.
I think back to the first day we spent together, how adamant Oliver was about making sure I was pleased every second we were together, and that I realised he’d been the first guy I’d been with who never demanded anything in return.
I told him there were some parts of oral I wasn’t comfortable with, and since then, he never forced me to touch him or had the expectation of paying back the constant oral he’s been spoiling me with. In fact, he barely ever wanted me to touch him.
Which didn’t seem right and made me even more determined to change that.
“You don’t have to reward me, sweetheart, nor should you ever feel obligated to do something in return just because I-” he stops to let out a raspy growl, a satisfying reaction to how my tongue feels gliding against the head of his cock.
“Fuck.” he curses, pushing one hand through his hair, looking down to watch me lick the pre-cum oozing from the tip, then I wrap my lips around him and take him in an inch at a time.
I’d never done this before, but I’d done enough research to get the gist. Given that I can feel him throbbing between my lips and his choked-out moans and deep breaths were just spilling from him, that must mean I’m doing something right.
“God, Luna,” he whimpers in praise in a husky tone of approval, now combing his fingers through my hair, keeping it from my face. Letting him guide me, I follow his direction as he shows me just the way he likes it.
Once I get the gist, I pull back and offer slow, teasing licks up and down his shaft, curling my tongue up and around, before paying attention to the tip again. That drives him crazy as noises come out of Oliver that I didn’t know were possible.
I take extra care when I reach the head, it being the most sensitive part, when I can’t get enough. Basking in the fact that the same man who always seems to have an answer for everything is currently rendered speechless by something I’m doing.
By the pleasure I’m giving him.
“I don’t want to know h-how you’re so good at this, b-but at the same time I’ve been itching to put another bastard in jail,” Oliver huffs out, making me tip my head back and laugh, about to explain that no such man exists.
“N-no, don’t stop,” followed by the word “Please,” he pleads, sending me into overdrive as I take him in my hand again and position my tongue at the base of his girth, giving him a mind-numbingly slow stroke.
“Teasing is going to cost you,” he warns, waiting for me as I take in the softness and smoothness of his skin, trailing my hands slowly along his thighs. The heat beneath my hand and the hardness of him make my lips hum in anticipation.
I sink onto him again, a few more inches than before, feeling more confident this time around, gliding the base of my tongue down his shaft, and suck gently as I go. Oliver hisses in pleasure, his body shudders with the need for release.
When I use one hand to stroke the few inches of him that I can’t fit in my mouth, tightening my grip the more I move.
Using my other hand, I massage his balls.
Tasting my lipstick as well as his skin, it’s beyond smudged, smeared all over him.
Although he doesn’t seem to mind, as Oliver’s grunts and growls continue to feed me with praise.