CHAPTER 13 #2
“Say that again,” I beg. “Say you only want me.” My fist wraps again tightly around both of our cocks, and I maintain a relentless friction as he rocks his hips against mine.
“I only want you, Dami. No one else.”
He is so hot, and his moans are making me lose control.
“Fuck Oliver…”
“Dami,” he moans, and his nails bite into my skin as his body shudders and the orgasm takes him. His cum coats my hand, so I increase the speed while I kiss him as deeply and slowly as I can. A complete contrast to how fast my hand is around our cocks.
Oliver’s eyes close, his head falls back, stretching his beautiful neck, and he moans, completely lost in the feeling. And it is incredible to watch.
He is so sexy and so incredibly raw that I can feel my climax building.
“Say it again,” I groan, pulling his hair, keeping his neck stretched for me.
“I only want you,” he breathes, and I do something I have never done before.
Something I swore I would never do.
As my own climax rips through me, I grip the nape of his neck and bury my face in his neck, licking the skin that the other man was kissing in the picture.
Then, I bite him… hard.
Oliver moans, and I switch my teeth for my tongue, sucking and licking him until I mark him.
He moans and pants my name; his face is completely feverish with lust, but all I can stare at is the dark, undeniable bruise on his neck.
A mark I put there.
Mine…
I pass my thumb over the mark.
Oliver is mine…
And with that thought, I fall back against the couch and finish my climax with a loud groan.
After finishing, we stay still, breathing each other’s skin, feeling each other’s warmth. Once my heartbeat levels, I move back and smile at him, but he looks away.
Ouch…
“Was this also a mistake?” he asks, unable to look me in the eyes.
“Why would it be a mistake?”
“Oh, sorry… A fuck-up.”
“Ollie,” I take him by the chin and force him to look at me.
“When I said I fucked up, I meant I fucked up on my professionalism because falling asleep tipsy, with no guns, no backup, and no plan, was incredibly irresponsible and dangerous.” I rest my forehead on his.
“And when I said I’d never done it before, I wasn’t talking about fucking up the mission…
I was talking about spending the night with someone. ”
“You’ve never spent the night with anyone before?”
“Fall asleep and wake up in the morning with that person? No, I’d never done it… You’re my first.” I kiss his neck, and he chuckles.
“I can’t believe I’m your first something.” Oliver kisses my cheek and smiles. “If it makes you feel better… It was my first time spending the night with someone too.”
And just like that, all the stress, sadness, and fear I’ve felt these past few days vanish. I am left with nothing but the realization that I can’t make excuses anymore, or pretend that what I’m feeling is anything other than what it is.
I am falling in love for the first time in my life.
Fuck… falling in love makes you bipolar…
“Sorry, I panicked, Ollie.”
He nestles his body against mine. “Sorry, I misunderstood.”
“Did you mean it?” I ask, and caray… this is such a clingy, cheesy shit to ask, but I need to know the truth. “…You only want me?”
“I do. I only want you,” he says without hesitation, and the pressure in my chest lightens a lot.
“Then, what are you doing here, Ollie?”
“Technically, Zara and I are planning to smuggle a man and his family on Monday, drop them in the ocean, and let a boat fish them out so they can start their new life. One very far away from my father.”
I move back so I can look him in the eyes. “You what?!”
“Do you remember the list of the eighty-plus people I’ve ‘killed’?
” he asks, and I nod. “Well… in reality, we take them out on a yacht and drop them in the ocean, where a standby team fishes them out and gives them plane tickets far away. Once our contact confirms they’ve safely reached their destination, Zara, or sometimes the both of us, will fly out to help them set up their new identities. ”
“That’s why Zara has a ‘travel the world’ account?”
“Exactly. Rafael and my father think we are partying all over the world, but we are just… I guess, shipping people to safety.”
“You’re smuggling people, and pushing them overboard… to save them?” I ask, completely stunned.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
I smile.
Wow…
Just when I thought this man couldn’t be any more surprising.
“And the man outside? I saw a picture of him kissing your neck in Santorini.”
“He didn’t kiss anything. He was talking to me, and the angle of the picture just made it look that way,” he explains. “His name is Kaleo, and he is one of the six people in this operation.”
“So, I got jealous over nothing?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t call this over nothing,” Oliver says, and kisses me. “This felt really, really good.”
“Top ten?” I tease.
“Top… five. Though if I knew you would react this way, I would’ve made you jealous a long time ago.”
“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t even know I could get jealous,” I say, and we both burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about what I do with Zara and Kaleo. I didn’t know how or when.”
“Don’t be, nene. You’ve been keeping everything to yourself for years. It’s normal to rely on what you know.”
Oliver looks at me; his expression looks serious again. “Are we okay now? Is this… okay?”
“Yes. We are more than okay.” I kiss him, then grip his waist and lift him to his feet as I stand up with him. “We need to clean this up before it dries… and I believe you have some human smuggling to do?”
“Ethical smuggling, if you please,” Oliver corrects me with a smile.
“Ethical smuggling it is.”
We fix our clothes, and I open the door, leading him back out to where Zara and Kaleo are waiting.
Back in the VIP area, Zara takes one look at our puffy lips and messy hair and bites her lip, actively fighting a smirk.
“Hello, Damián! What brings you here?”
“Did you really have to take the picture from that damn angle?” I ask, walking closer to her.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she says with a smile that lets me know she knew exactly what she was doing.
I hug her. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
I take a step back, and she glares at me. “Though you took ten minutes longer than I thought you would.”
“Yeah? Blame a Viking clone.” I walk over to Kaleo and offer my hand. “I’m Damián, Oliver’s boyfriend.”
“Kaleo,” the man replies, shaking my hand. “A friend of these two.”
“Thank you for what you do,” I tell him, and he gives a single nod, understanding exactly what I’m referring to. “Please take care of Ollie.”
“Likewise.”
I turn my attention back to Oliver, who is now by my side.
“Gotta go, nene. I kinda left the office… in a bit of a rush.”
Oliver grabs me by the front of my shirt and pulls me back in for a kiss.