Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
I lay draped over Ollin’s broad chest for a few minutes while I caught my breath. His strong arms were snug around my body, and his warm dick was still inside me. To my surprise, I was ready for him again.
This reminded me of my favorite book Warrior Lovers.
The FMC was a badass warrior. After she was captured by an enemy clan, she found herself in the clutches of the super sexy new leader of the warrior clan.
Her death would prove his strength as leader.
Despite their circumstances, they fell for each other, and they secretly banged whenever they could sneak away at night.
When I first read it, I remembered thinking, there’s no way a woman would want this much sex. But now I got it.
I too wanted to sneak off with Ollin and fuck under the stars.
Ollin chuckled.
I lifted my head. “What’s so funny?”
He grinned. “I can feel your need building.”
“Is that right?”
To prove his point, he gently thrust his hips upward, making my clit quiver in response.
“You mentioned wanting me to see the stars,” I said. “I have an idea.”
Wrapped in robes and nothing else, Ollin and I snuck onto the hotel roof. Since the rooftop bar had been closed for refurbishment, I hoped no one would be around. Thank the goddesses, I had been right. Save for the stars winking down at us, we were wonderfully alone.
Only one other hotel towered over us, but it was dark enough that no one would see us.
Ollin swooped me up in his arms. I yelped and giggled as he carried me toward a lounge chair at the center of the rooftop. He put me on my feet and tore off his robe. His long hair fluttered in the breeze. My nipples hardened and I shivered, but I knew he’d heat me up soon enough.
He placed his robe over the lounge chair. Bowing, he gestured toward the chair and said, “Your throne, my queen.”
Smiling, I unloosed my belt and let my breasts swell out of my robe. Languidly, I sat on the chair and leaned back, opening my legs to him.
Ollin licked his long fingers before sliding them over my folds. He slipped his fingers inside me and moaned. “You’re so wet.”
He pulled his fingers out and slid my juices down his rock-hard shaft.
His free hand grabbed one of my legs, and he placed it over his shoulder. As he masturbated, he rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my folds. My fingers squeezed around the side of the chair.
“What do you want, my queen?” he whispered. “What do you want me to do to you?”
I panted. “I want you to fuck me under the stars.”
Ollin smirked, then slid his dick inside me.
This new position stretched me further. I didn’t hold back my moans of pleasure.
His thrusts were slow at first. Teasing.
He moved himself up and down, up and down, while his thumb toyed with my clit.
He bent down and sucked on my bottom lip.
I almost came then and there, but then he slid his dick all the way to the base, filling me completely.
I gasped, and he pinned his lips against mine, devouring my lusty moans.
“Fuck me,” I growled into his mouth.
As our tongues met, Ollin drove into me with the power of those muscular thighs.
He slapped against my throbbing pussy, nailing me against my makeshift throne.
The metal legs of the lounge chair scraped against the cement rooftop.
Our bodies clapped together in perfect harmony.
I cried out. I shouted his name. I clawed at his skin.
“Harder,” I ordered. “Harder!”
Ollin did exactly what he was told.
He sucked and plucked and toyed with every inch of my body, and he fucked me hard under the stars.