Chapter 5 Tessa
Tessa
Oliver’s arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against his body. Cocooned in his warmth, I never wanted to leave his bed. There was something explosive between us, the way he’d been able to make my body come alive under his touch.
Damn, but that was the best sex I’d ever had. I wiggled deeper into his hold, enjoying the way I fit into the crook of his body. The fact that we were cuddling after sex, and I hadn’t even asked.
After he’d given me two orgasms, he’d slid out of bed, and my heart sank. I’d thought he was going to ask me to leave.
That was it. One fantastic wedding hook-up. At least I could check that off my list. But no. He’d gone to the bathroom, dealt with the condom, and then come back with a glass of ice-cold water for me.
Just the way I liked it.
Did he notice that I never drank room-temperature water?
It had to be as cold as possible. My brother liked to joke that I wanted to drink water fresh from the mountains, still chilled from the snow.
Maybe it was part of me left over from growing up in Washington.
Seattle wasn’t that different from Portland, after all.
Both of them were gray and overcast for most of the year.
I didn’t miss the gray. Living in Los Angeles, I constantly soaked up vitamin D., but I missed the water.
After finishing my water and using the bathroom myself, he’d been there waiting for me in bed, still naked. I could have done the smart thing and gone home. Except, it was Noelle and Matthew’s wedding night. I didn’t exactly want to spend the night at their house with a pair of newlyweds.
And, more importantly… I didn’t want to leave. Not now.
So we were cuddling. Naked. And I was very aware of Oliver’s growing erection pressing against my backside.
Another reason I kept wiggling backward onto him further.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Oliver breathed into my ear, his hand curling over my stomach. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
Erotic. Filthy. And damn, I loved it.
I had two more weeks left in Portland before I went home. What were the chances he’d be willing to continue? Two weeks of mind-blowing sex. Then I’d have to say goodbye. I knew it, and yet, my heart ached at the thought. That I’d just found him, and I was already thinking about how this would end.
That had always been how it was with me, though. I’d never been able to stop and enjoy something in the moment. Probably why none of my relationships had lasted.
He pressed his erection into my ass, and I let out a soft moan as he reached between us, rubbing his fingers over my slit.
“Tessa.” Oliver dragged his teeth over my neck.
“Yeah?” My voice was pure sex, practically moaning the words as he slipped his fingers inside me.
“Are you on anything?”
I nodded. “I have an IUD.” I couldn’t exactly afford to get pregnant right now, not with my filming schedule. Not when my career was picking up.
He hummed, rocking his hips into me as he scissored his fingers. “Good.”
“G-good?” I repeated, barely able to think straight as he kept finger-fucking me.
His lips were against my ear as he murmured. “Yeah. Cause I really wanna fuck you bare, baby.”
I groaned. “Oliver.” I’d never gone without condoms before. Not once. Even in college, when my idiot boyfriend begged me, I’d broken up with him before graduating, anyway. There was no future there.
There wasn’t one here, I tried to remind myself. This was just a hook-up—a fling.
But I wanted to feel him inside of me. Wanted to have him in a way that I’d never had anyone before.
“I’ve always used condoms,” he admitted. “I’m safe. But only if you want that.”
He pulled his fingers out before bringing them up to his lips, sucking me off of them.
Damn, that was hot.
“I do,” I admitted. “I want to feel you.”
Oliver groaned, slipping his cock in between my thighs and thrusting against me. Every time his hips met my backside and his length brushed against my clit, my body shuddered, and I could practically see stars.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out as he did it again, bringing me closer to another climax. “Don’t stop, I’m almost there.”
“Never,” he agreed, pistoning faster between my legs. He groaned. “This feels so good.” Pressing his lips against my neck, he sucked my pulse point into his mouth. “That’s it,” he praised. “Let go for me.”
I did. My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head as I slumped against his body, his warm, hard dick still wedged between my thighs. And I wanted it. Damn, but I wanted him.
As if he could read my thoughts, his hand tightened around my thigh, bending my top leg and bringing it upwards. He pressed against my entrance and with one smooth stroke, slid home.
I was so wet that it wasn’t hard, my body still pliant from my earlier orgasms.
Tomorrow, I would be sore. There was no denying that. With his size, the way he stretched me, filled me to the brim—I’d be feeling it. He was so warm and hot, and my insides clung to him instantly. Like they were as desperate as I was to have him inside.
He felt incredible, the snug fit like he was made for me.
“Take it deeper,” he said against my neck. “I know you can do it. Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Yes,” I agreed, clenching around him. “Give it to me.”
There were no words. Not when Oliver seemed focused on one single goal, and I devolved into a puddle of moans and whimpers as he fucked into me, pushing my leg farther back. This angle felt insane like everything was heightened. Deeper. He was so deep.
“God, I can feel you everywhere.” My fingers slid over my stomach, down to where we were connected.
Where his cock slid in and out of me. I felt the spot where I was parted for him, my fingers rubbing against his shaft each time he stroked into me.
He worked me higher and higher until my thighs were a mess of my release until I screamed his name as I came, Oliver’s body wrapped around mine as he coaxed me with each pump of his body.
“Atta girl,” he said, a sexy grin on his face as I turned to look at him. My insides still fluttered from the release, spasming around him.
His forehead was dotted with sweat, that ginger hair falling down towards his eyes. His cheeks were flushed—though I was sure mine were too—our breathing heavy.
I’d come.
But he hadn’t.
Twisting my hips, I swung my leg over and pushed him down flat on the bed, his cock nestled firmly inside of me. I could feel how deep he was buried within me, somehow even larger and harder than before. I clenched around him as I wiggled on top of him.
“Tessa,” he cursed. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
I looked down where my body took his in, my manicured fingernails digging into his chest.
“You look so good with me wrapped around you,” I said, leaning down to press a kiss to his bare torso. I flicked his nipples with my tongue, rocking my hips back and forth.
He clenched his teeth. “I’m so close. Goddamn.” His hands found my hips, fingers digging in as he guided my hips, helping me ride him, hitting angles no man had ever hit before.
“Baby.” His fingers tightened, and I wondered if they’d leave marks tomorrow. “I’m gonna come.”
Leaning down, I kissed him deeply, tightening my muscles around him, letting my pussy contract. Squeezing him.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his hands moving up to my back as he pulled our bodies together, my hardened nipples brushing over his chest.
I could feel it as he came inside of me, the rush of warmth, and then our bodies slumped together, sweaty and deliciously spent.
“Wow.”
I sat there in his lap, Oliver keeping me close to him, his cock still seated inside of me even as he softened. My breathing slowly returned to normal, though I had a feeling that I never would. Because somehow, with one encounter, he’d changed me forever.
Damn him.
Finally, he tightened his hold around my torso, and I slid off of him, a rush of liquid spilling between my thighs. My cheeks heated.
“I’m a mess.”
“I like you messy.” He reached out, twirling his finger around one of my lingering curls. My hair was probably a mess, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when he was looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
When he was looking at me like he cared.
“Oliver.” I pressed my hand on his chest, biting my lip. “What are we doing?”
He stilled, his hand still cupping my hip. “What do you mean?”
“I’m leaving in two weeks.” I frowned, pulling away.
Standing up off the bed, he ran his fingers through his hair. “I know.”
“So we’re just… having fun? It can’t be anything serious.”
“Fun,” he muttered like he was tasting the word on his tongue. “Okay,” he agreed. “Fun. I can do fun.”
Kneeling onto the bed, he cupped my cheeks with both his hands, wordlessly bringing my mouth back to his. He let our tongues intertwine, a lazy exploration of each other’s mouths, till I was panting underneath him.
Maybe next, he’d let me take him in my mouth. Or maybe we could shower together, wash the sweat, and come from our bodies before we did it all over again. I didn’t plan on leaving this bed tonight, and I had a feeling he didn’t either.
“I’m here for two more weeks,” I murmured, intertwining our fingers. “Spend it with me?”
“Like you could get rid of me that easily, Hollywood.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”