Chapter 4
Oliver
Did I want to get out of here? Fuck yes, I did. I wanted to take Tessa back to my place, to strip that dress from her body and worship every inch of her. Those curvy hips, her long, sexy-as-fuck legs, those tits I couldn’t wait to taste.
“Is your car here?” I asked her, pressing one last kiss to her neck before pulling away, offering her my hand.
She shook her head, lacing her fingers through mine. “I drove over with the bridesmaids.”
“Good.” I flashed her another grin. “Let’s take mine.”
Tessa looked over at the barn, biting at her lower lip. “Do you think we should say goodbye?”
I shook my head. “No one is even going to notice that we’re missing.
” All of our friends—because that was what these people had become to me, to us, in the last few years—were in relationships.
Most of them were already married themselves, and they only had eyes for their partners.
“Besides, we’ll see them at brunch tomorrow. ”
Thankfully, we didn’t have to help clean up, because I was too eager to get the girl by my side into bed. I had no desire to wait another two hours before we could leave.
“Mmm.” She squeezed my hand. “Then what are we waiting for?”
Fuck, yes. It was all I needed to lead her to my car.
Our fingers stayed interlocked the whole ride back to my place.
My tux jacket hit the ground first, and Tessa pushed it off my shoulders and onto the floor of my apartment.
We’d barely made it in the door before our mouths had fused together once again—desperate.
We were both so desperate for this. Like years of tension had boiled over.
Years of longing glances and the briefest of touches that had keyed me up more than anything else.
She tasted perfect. Like sunshine and honey. I pulled her tight to me, my hands going to her ass, cupping her cheeks. With our bodies pressed this tightly together, there was no way for her to mistake my erection that pressed against her stomach, but I was too busy taking her mouth to care.
Fumbling with the zipper for her long, orange dress, I finally got the damn thing undone, letting the garment fall off her body, the silky fabric rippling to the floor, leaving her just her bra and panties.
“Fuck, look at you.” I groaned. She was even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
She stepped closer, running a finger up my chest. “Your turn.”
“Gladly.” I undid the buttons on my shirt, so eager that I missed one of them.
Tessa laughed, taking over and sliding the button out of its hole before tugging the shirt from my body. She placed her palm on my abs, fanning out her fingers. “Damn.”
I grinned. “All that time in the gym really paid off, didn’t it?”
The blonde bombshell just shut her eyes.
I framed her chin with my hand, giving her another lazy kiss. Fuck, but I was going to get addicted to this. With my hands on her hips, I lifted her up into my arms, pleased when she hopped up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
My cock was straining against my zipper, all too aware that there were only a few layers of fabric between me and her warmth.
Carrying her to my bedroom, Tessa pressed kisses to my neck like she was trying to trace the freckles on my skin with her tongue. It was hot. No woman I’d been with had ever paid attention to them before, and it felt good. Right.
I flicked the back clasp of her bra, letting her tits spring free. They pressed against my bare chest as she wound her fingers back into my hair, tugging me in for another wet kiss. Like we couldn’t stop tasting each other, couldn’t get enough of each other.
Dropping her on the bed, her golden curls spread out around her like a halo. God, she was beautiful. Truly, a Hollywood Starlet in her own right. And she was here, in my bed. This was a fucking dream, and I never wanted to wake up from it.
She propped herself up on her elbows, eyeing my dress pants with disdain. “Those need to come off.”
“Patience, Hollywood.” I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “We’re just getting started.”
Grabbing a condom out of my bedside table, I dropped it on the bed beside us before climbing over her.
Kissing down her neck, I ran my tongue over her nipples, tasting the hardened peaks before moving down her stomach and to her thighs.
Then to her panties that were visibly soaked, begging for my touch.
First, I wanted a taste. To bury my face in her pretty pink pussy, lapping up her essence. I needed it. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pulled them off her body, baring her to me.
“So wet,” I murmured, running a knuckle over her slit. “Is this all for me, baby?”
She let out a little whimper, nodding her head as I looked up at her.
Burying my face in between her thighs, I ran my tongue up her entrance, swirling her clit.
She squirmed, fingers fisting the bedsheets, a little moan slipping from her lips, and that was when I devoured her.
Grinding my cock against the bed, I groaned at her taste.
I was going to come in my pants if I wasn’t careful.
Just one taste, and I was rearing to go. Desperate to be inside of her.
I thrust my tongue inside of her, her wetness flooded my tongue. I worked her up, bringing her higher and higher but never letting her fall over the edge.
“Oliver,” she cried. “Please.”
“What do you need, baby?”
Her eyes were unfocused, and she gasped out as I sucked her clit into my mouth. “Make me come, please.”
Anything for you. Words I didn’t say, focusing on her pleasure, ignoring how my cock was painfully hard in my pants. I slipped one finger inside, then two, feeling her clamp down around them.
When her back arched off the bed, and she let out a low moan, I pulled back, my lips still moist from her release.
Repositioning myself over top of her, letting her taste herself on my lips as we kissed.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so fucking good.” Like honeyed sunshine, something I wished I could bottle and keep with me.
She cupped me through my pants, and I groaned, leaning my forehead against hers. “I swear I’m like a teenager about to come in his pants right now, baby. If you touch me, I’ll—”
“You can,” Tessa murmured, her fingers scrambling with my belt as she undid it and then my zipper. Licking her lips, she slid her hand inside my briefs, her soft hand wrapping around my length.
She tried to push my pants down my hips but failed, and I pulled off of her, standing up and kicking my pants off. My boxer briefs followed behind, letting my cock spring free, standing at attention and ready to go.
“I—” Tessa’s eyes widened. “You’re so big.”
I smirked. “You’re great for my ego, baby. But don’t worry, it’ll fit.”
Grabbing the condom, I rolled it down over my length before coming back onto the bed, positioning myself over her entrance. Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was about to be inside of her. I rubbed my tip through her slit, coating myself with her arousal.
She whined. “Oliver. Fuck me. Don’t make me beg.”
“Do you want my cock, huh, Hollywood? Need me to stuff you full?” I lined my cock up, pushing just the tip in. There was no way I could hold myself back, not now.
“Yes,” she cried out.
Stilling, I let her adjust to my size, holding myself there until she was squirming, needy for more.
Tessa moaned. “Give it to me. All of you.”
With one thrust, I buried myself in her tight, wet heat. I couldn’t deny her. “Goddamn,” I groaned. “You’re a fucking dream. This tight, wet pussy was so needy for me, hm?”
She nodded as I pumped inside of her, gasping as I bottomed out.
“You take my cock so well. Such a good fucking girl.” Leaning down, I took her mouth, inhaling her moans as I rocked my hips.
Her cunt tightened around me at the praise, and damn if that didn’t spur me on. But I wanted her to come again, to feel her squeezing my cock, to hear those pretty noises she was making. For her to scream my name.
“You like that, huh?” I asked, fingers digging into her hips. “Being my good girl?”
“God, yes. You feel so good inside of me.”
Reaching between us, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Tessa’s breathing grew more shallow, and I knew she was close. Each thrust had her moaning, and when she came, my name on her lips, crying out, I followed behind.
The delicious squeeze on my cock, the feeling of her insides wrapped around my shaft… everything was too good.
It had never been better. And fuck, that was terrifying. Except we hadn’t talked about this. About what it meant. Now wasn’t the time to bring it up, though.
Because she wasn’t mine. I didn’t get to keep her.
Two weeks. She was only here for two weeks. And then what? Then she’d go back to LA and leave me here. Damn, but I was fucked.