Chapter 17
Amelia
Ididn’t know whether messing around with Oliver was a good idea, but it was fun nonetheless.
Being with him was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was nothing like being with Alex. I thought I’d experienced sex to the fullest.
Turns out, I was wrong. There’s so much more to sex than I ever thought.
I was so enthralled by it that I didn’t question it or feel guilty about it.
I didn’t know where life would take us. I didn’t know if we’d ever see one another again after this little adventure, but I didn’t care because I was determined to enjoy it for as long as possible.
Despite Oliver being quite well-endowed and the soreness he’d left behind, I was more than ready to take him again.
I’d never had an orgasm through penetrative sex before.
Alex was always just in and out, and I thought that’s how it was supposed to be.
I’d finish myself alone after he’d leave me to shower or watch TV.
With Oliver, something came alive inside me. He made me feel things I didn’t even know existed.
And I was certainly never this forward with sex, but with Oliver, I felt comfortable. Like I could be in control too.
It helped that his dirty words rasped into my ear, made me feel feral and uncontrollable.
Knowing I could get a man like Oliver to lose it made me feel powerful.
“Just like that. There you go,” Oliver choked out as I rode him in the front seat of the car. His green eyes were fixed on mine in the moonlight as he guided me on his dick, his hands tight on my hips. He’d left bruises from holding me earlier, but I didn’t hate it.
“Like this, Ollie?” I asked breathlessly as I slowly rode him, his cock deep inside me and hitting that same place he’d hit earlier in the morning.
“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groaned out before he kissed and nipped at my bare breasts.
I tangled my fingers in his soft, dark hair, relishing in how he made me feel.
When we spoke about us, I wanted to say that I wanted him, but maybe I was too shy or nervous and scared of rejection, so I said I wasn’t ready when in reality, I wanted Oliver more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
I rode him harder, faster, desperate to come undone on him and have him fill me again.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “You trying to make me come, baby?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I want you to come for me. Please.”
“Ride me harder,” he instructed thickly, his hands still on my hips as he aided in moving me faster. “Fuck. Just like that. Just like that, baby. God. DAMN.”
His body tensed beneath mine at the same time I reached my peak. I cried out as I rode him, his cock twitching deep inside me as I came hard and fast all over his groin.
I slowed, breathless, and collapsed against him.
He pressed a fierce kiss to the top of my head, his dick still buried inside me. Surprisingly, he was still as hard as a metal pipe.
Gently, he brushed my hair aside.
“You OK?” he murmured.
I nodded against him. “Yeah.”
He hugged me gently and kissed my head again. I swallowed, not sure what I was supposed to do now. He was definitely still deep inside me.
Deciding I should probably get up, I went to move, but he was quick to pin me against his hard body.
“Where are you going?” he murmured in that deep rumbling voice of his.
“To my seat,” I replied softly.
A soft chuckle left him. “I’m your seat tonight.”
I relaxed against him.
“Stay right here with me,” he murmured softly.
“You’re, um, still, uh, inside me,” I mumbled, my cheeks hot.
He chuckled again. “I know. I want to fall asleep inside you with you in my arms. Is that wrong?”
My heart skipped at his words.
“No,” I whispered, really wanting that too.
He exhaled and slid his fingers beneath my jaw before tilting my head up. Gently, he brushed his lips against mine.
“Sleep, baby,” he said softly before releasing me.
Again, my heart fluttered. I nestled my head against his chest and closed my eyes, his cock still hard and buried inside me.
I definitely didn’t hate anything about this.
After sex in the car, we were both able to catch a couple of hours of sleep.
We woke bright and early and drove around the campground until we found the shower house.
We parked across the lot and walked to the brick building.
It was early enough in the morning that there wasn’t anyone inside.
Even though I went into the women’s side and he went into the men’s, I wasn’t surprised when he came sneaking in after me.
“What are you doing? You can’t be in here,” I whispered as he pushed me into one of the stalls.
“Who’s going to know?” he asked, reaching over his head and tugging at his shirt.
I watched him pull it off, then hang it on the wall hook.
“What if someone comes in?”
“Then I’ll stay in here until they leave. Problem solved.” He nodded in my direction. “Come on. Take ‘em off.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes, but moved forward with stripping for a shower.
Each stall in the shower house was large enough to include a shower area and a changing area, so your clothes and towels would stay dry.
We each hung our things on the hooks on the wall before he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.
He walked me backward toward the shower head, and I gasped and broke our kiss when the icy water came on, blasting over both of us.
I let out a squeal, and he quickly jerked so we were standing out of the direct path of the spray. After a moment, the water warmed, and he stepped back beneath the spray as he moved his lips to mine. His hands moved to my hair, working the water into the locks.
I was surprised when he pulled away, but then he came back with the small bottle of shampoo I stole from the hotel.
I watched as he poured some into the palm of his hand, then his mouth was back on mine as he worked the shampoo into my hair.
I wasn’t used to being taken care of or cared for in that way.
I found it strange how Oliver swore he wasn’t the relationship type, yet he was better at them than the guy I’d been dating for most of my life.
Never did Alex do anything for me. And if he did, it was really just a cover-up to hide his real motives.
Oliver broke our kiss as he rinsed the shampoo from my hair. I held him and kept my eyes closed as he continued conditioning it, then washed my body.
I took the mini bottle of shower gel, and I did the same for him. I had never washed another person before, but I liked how intimate it felt. Plus, I liked running my hands over every muscle, dip, and curve of his body. He really was built like a Greek God.
“There. All clean,” I said with a smile as I leaned in and kissed his collarbone.
He smirked. “Now it’s time to get dirty.”
He grabbed my biceps and spun me around, pressing my chest to the cold wall as he moved his mouth to my neck. He kissed a trail to my ear that he nipped while his hand dipped between my legs.
It didn’t take any time at all before I was primed up and ready to go, and within minutes, he was thrusting into me from behind, his fingers tangled in my hair.
An hour later, we stepped out of the shower house to head back to the car, planning to hit the road, but we both stopped the second we looked up and saw a police officer shining a flashlight into the driver’s-side window of our car.
A groundskeeper took a step toward the car, and I could see his mouth moving as the two spoke to one another.
We were too far away to hear what they were saying.
It seemed the groundskeeper had stumbled upon our car and called the police, knowing it didn’t belong to anyone staying at the campground.
Either way, we couldn’t walk over and claim it. It was stolen.
“Shit. What do we do?” I whispered.
“Just keep walking,” Oliver said, pushing his shoulder into mine to make me turn.
“Act like we’re camping here and just walked up for a shower.”
We started walking toward the campground rather than the car parked at the end of the parking lot.
The police officer and groundskeeper didn’t seem to notice us, and if they did, they didn’t stop us. We kept a casual pace until we were far enough away, then Oliver pushed me to walk faster. We made our way to another parking lot that was starting to stir.
People were pulling in to spend the day in the park, while others were leaving.
Oliver decided to pick out the shadiest-looking guy in the parking lot to ask for a lift.
He was short and thin. His t-shirt swallowed him, and his shorts were sagging on his hips.
He wore a bucket hat and looked as if he struggled to grow facial hair, which came in patches like a dog with mange.
“No way!” I hissed at Oliver.
“Why not? He doesn’t look like the type that would ask a lot of questions. Which is exactly the type we need.”
“Do you see his shirt? It says Female Body Inspector on it. The guy is a total douche.”
He smirked and waved his hand through the air, dismissing my worries. “It’ll be fine. Come on.”
When we approached the guy, he was putting a tackle box into the trunk of his primer-gray car.
“Hey, buddy? Could we trouble you for a lift?” Oliver asked.
The guy nearly jumped out of his skin as he slammed the trunk closed and turned to face us.
“Me?” he asked, pointing at his chest. His bloodshot eyes were darting around, clearly paranoid.
Oliver’s brows knitted together. “Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to. We’re just looking for a ride. If you have some room for us, that is.”
The man looked from Oliver over to me. I watched his eyes as they slowly moved up and down my body, as a slow smile tugged at his lips.
“You need a ride too?” he asked me.
I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the need to hide myself away from his prying eyes. I’d just taken a shower, but I already felt dirty.
“Yeah, both of us.” I nodded as I glared over at Oliver.