Chapter 4 #2
After the first movie, the guys had been so pumped up—there really was so much testosterone in this apartment—they’d opted to go ahead and watch the second.
It was after midnight, and Gavin and Oliver were actually debating starting the third when Erin stood up.
“I’m out. I was struggling to keep my eyes open during that last one. ”
Gavin shook his head. “You just don’t appreciate good movies.”
“Remember you said that when we watch my choice next week. Because contrary to what you think, Love Actually is actually the greatest holiday movie of them all.”
Gavin groaned, but she knew he was full of bluster. She’d made them watch the movie with her last year and both men admitted—albeit reluctantly—that they had liked it.
“Yeah,” Oliver said, yawning as he rose as well. “I’m tired too. Maybe we can keep the Die Hard marathon going tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a great plan,” she said. “I’m working the afternoon shift.”
Gavin snorted but turned the TV off, the three of them drifting down the hall that led to Gavin and Oliver’s bedrooms.
“Good night,” Gavin called out when they walked into Oliver’s room, and he continued on to his room at the end of the hall.
Oliver closed the door behind them, leaning against it, suddenly looking a lot less tired than he had in the living room.
“I thought you were tired,” she teased. They’d been together long enough that she could read all his moods. She knew what sleepy looked like, and she knew what horny looked like.
Oliver was currently horny.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice suddenly husky. Just the sound of it had all thoughts of sleep vanishing from her mind.
And she had been sleepy.
Before Oliver, Erin had slept with four men, and she would have said she’d enjoyed sex with all of them. She’d been a fool.
Oliver took alpha to the next level in the bedroom, something she would never have suspected, given his laid-back attitude everywhere else.
He’d introduced her to new positions, countless toys, bondage, sexy spankings, and a whole lot of other things that basically meant she was a raving nymphomaniac nowadays.
She reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it off. She had performed her bra-removal magic trick for the guys earlier, so with that one quick tug, she was completely topless. Oliver’s eyes drifted to her breasts, and she could feel her nipples tightening in anticipation.
“I love your tits,” he murmured, something he said to her pretty much every night.
She reached beneath them, cupping and lifting, giving him a little show as she slowly pinched her own nipples. Oliver was a big fan of her stripteases, so she always took care to make sure he got a good show.
Her eyes drifted closed as she pinched just hard enough to cross over the line from pleasure to pain.
“Eyes open,” Oliver demanded.
Her eyelids lifted, and her gaze met his.
“Take off your pants and panties, sweet girl.”
She loved when Oliver called her his sweet girl.
She’d never really been a big fan of terms of endearment in dating—names like baby and honey and sweetheart always felt a bit sexist to her.
And honestly, sweet girl definitely should have fallen into that same category, but with Oliver, it simply added to the sexual power exchange between them in the bedroom.
She would never have pegged herself as a submissive lover before Oliver, but everything they did together turned her on in ways she couldn’t have imagined.
She slid her pants and panties off together, toeing off her fuzzy socks as well. She stood in front of him, letting him look his fill. There was no embarrassment between them, no shyness. There never had been.
Erin was curvy—okay, chubby—but Oliver had never made her feel self-conscious about that. Instead, he looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman on the planet.
“You get more gorgeous every single day,” he said, stepping closer.
She lifted herself up on tiptoe, tilting her head back for his kiss.
Oliver had a good six inches on her height-wise.
That, combined with his broad, muscular shoulders—his job working construction had honed his body until it was chiseled, rock hard, perfect—never failed to make her feel tiny, almost petite.
Oliver’s kiss was rough, hungry. Sometimes, he liked to draw the foreplay out, keeping her on the edge of her orgasm for hours, until she was panting, begging. Other times, like tonight, his own needs were too strong and he gave into them, taking her hard, quick.
“Go lay down on the bed. Legs open.”
She climbed into the middle of his mattress, giving him a bird’s-eye view of exactly what she was offering. He shed his own clothing quickly before crawling over her body. He ran his fingers along her slit, grinning as he lifted his fingers and let her see how slick they were.
“Always so ready for me, sweet girl.”
Erin wrapped her hands around his neck, trying to draw him down to resume their kisses, but he locked his arms, refusing to budge.
“Take my cock in your hand, Erin. Show me where you want me.”
She reached between them, guiding him to her pussy.
“Please,” she whispered.
He shifted until the head was lodged just inside her. “Need you so much tonight.”
“Take me.”
Oliver thrust deep, filling her in an instant. He didn’t give her time to acclimate, to adjust. Instead, he gave her exactly what she wanted. He pounded inside her roughly, grasping her legs to lift her hips from the mattress, to open her even more for his passionate assault.
“God!” she cried when he stroked her clit with his thumb. Oliver knew exactly where and how to touch her, knew how to send her orbiting into space within minutes.
Her back arched and she saw stars as her orgasm exploded. Her climax didn’t slow him down. He didn’t miss a step, never paused for a moment, as he fucked her straight through it.
Erin used to insist she needed time to recover between, but Oliver had taught her differently, had shown her just how high he could push her. One orgasm morphed into a second, harder one.
She closed her eyes, cursing. “Fuck,” she said through gritted teeth. “Fuck me.”
Her nails scored his shoulders and she heard his hiss of pain. A drop of sweat rolled down his cheek and she reached up to wipe it away. He’d shaved during his shower, his face smoother, though it never really lost that rough sandpaper feel she adored.
Oliver’s brown eyes held her gaze, and she was blown away by the unadulterated love she found there.
Oliver was her person. Her forever person.
If only…
Gavin’s face flashed in her mind…just as it always did at this moment.
No matter how many times, how many ways she and Oliver came together like this, she always thought of him as they approached the end.
And she wasn’t alone.
“I know,” Oliver whispered. “He should be here with us. Say his name, sweet girl. Say it.”
It was becoming their ritual lately. The first few times Oliver had made this demand, she’d refused. Not because she didn’t want the same thing he did, but because she didn’t believe it would happen.
God, she still didn’t believe it.
It was easier for Oliver because Gavin did want him, did love him. She’d seen the glances the two men had exchanged, felt the longing between them.
Gavin didn’t look at her that way. He never had. And he never would.
Regardless, Oliver had worn down the part of her that knew better than to bet on a long shot, that was careful with her heart. And so she gave him what he asked for.
“Gavin should be here,” she whispered.
Oliver kissed her. “I love you, Erin,” he said as his body tightened, a sign that he was close. Very close.
He stroked her clit again, determined to ring a third orgasm from her too-sensitive body.
“Ollie. God. Ollie!”
They came together as he dropped lower, kissing her through it.
“Yippee ki yay,” he murmured, mimicking Bruce Willis from the movie, before withdrawing and shifting to her side. “I am never going to want to stop doing that. Gonna want to do that on my death bed.”
She laughed. “You’re insane. But yeah. Same. Can I go to sleep now?”
He kissed her on the cheek, turned off the lamp by the bed, and was probably asleep before she’d even managed to pull up the covers.
It felt like she’d just closed her eyes when the quiet, peaceful night was pierced by a painfully loud sound.