6. Oliver
Oliver
Was it the same as doing the walk of shame if you were happier than you’d ever been? Still, heading to Matthew & Noelle’s house for brunch the next morning after spending all night in bed with Tessa felt… wrong.
But it was life changing. I’d never had so much fun in bed with a woman before. No one had ever responded the way she did, so enthusiastically.
Fuck. I adjusted my cock in my slacks, trying to recite a piece of code instead of thinking about taking her bare. Getting hard in her brother’s house with all of Matthew & Noelle’s friends around just felt wrong.
If anyone had thought it was weird that the two of us had driven in together this morning, no one said a word. We’d showered this morning at my place, and thankfully, we’d had the forethought to grab her suitcase before going back to my place.
She looked gorgeous in her peachy-colored sundress that complimented her gorgeous golden skin.
God, it was unfair how attracted to her I was. If I’d thought that one night would fix my obsession, make me want her any less… I’d been dead wrong. All it did was open up something inside of me that made me want more.
Tessa forked another piece of pineapple from her plate, popping it in her mouth as I watched. She held eye contact with me, and I wondered if she was thinking about how I’d fed her the cake. It was impulsive as fuck, but I didn’t regret it. Not when it led us here.
She kicked me under the table, and I winced.
“Oliver?” Noelle asked. “Are you okay?”
I grunted. “Yeah. Fine. Just bumped my knee on the table.” I shot Tessa a look. She responded by running her bare foot up my leg, pressing down on my erection.
Damn, I was going to get her back for this later.
“Are you guys excited for your honeymoon?” Tessa asked sweetly, her voice like honey.
“So excited,” Noelle said.
Angelina sighed from the other end of the table.
When I’d first met her, she was high-strung, but she was a lot more relaxed now that she’d gotten married herself.
“It’s going to be the most magical trip.
I wish I could do it all over again.” Her husband leaned in, whispering something into her ear, and she swatted at his shoulder. “Benjamin,” she scolded.
“What?” He grinned. “We can do it all over again any time you want, Angel.”
“Gross,” Daniel said, making a face. “I don’t want to know that about my sister.”
Charlotte, at Noelle’s side, redirected the conversation. “Daniel and I never went on a honeymoon.” She rubbed her bump affectionately. “Maybe we’ll have to go on one after this one comes.” She looked up at her husband, who melted at her voice.
He was so obviously smitten with her, he just leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Whatever you want, Darling,” Daniel responded.
“Sounds like the perfect life motto,” Hunter observed, looking down at Gabbi. She had a sparkling ring on her finger, and they were planning a wedding for next summer—the last of the friend group to tie the knot.
“Happy wife, happy life,” Matthew agreed, dipping his head down to kiss Noelle softly on the lips.
I wondered what it would be like to have that much casual intimacy with a partner. To put a ring on someone’s finger and plan a future together.
Would I have that, someday? Was it cheesy to admit that I wanted it?
That at twenty-nine, all I could think about was that I wanted that person to come home to me every night. Someone I could cook dinner for and watch movies with. To snuggle with in bed.
Having Tessa in my arms as we slept last night just cemented that.
She caught my eye across the table and raised her eyebrow. How could I explain what I was feeling when we’d just agreed it couldn’t be anything serious?
Her life was there. Mine was here.
If two weeks was all we had, I was going to make it count.
Tessa exhaled a breath as the door clicked shut to a quiet house hours later. We’d taken Matthew and Noelle to the airport, and then after a quick stop to grab dinner, we were back at their house, hanging out with Snowball.
Matthew had patted me on the back when we’d dropped them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was wishing me luck or encouraging me, but whatever. I’d take it.
“That was stressful,” she admitted, gnawing on her fingernail.
I frowned, sitting on the couch. “What was?”
She motioned between us. “Trying to hide this all day.”
A grin split my face. “We don’t have to hide anymore, Hollywood.” Her lips dropped open to form a small o. Like she hadn’t even considered the fact that we were alone. “Come here,” I murmured.
Tessa padded over across the carpet, lowering herself into my lap until she was straddling me. “Hi,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. Her dress was pooled around her hips, giving me the perfect view of those perfect thighs I was desperate to have wrapped around my head.
“Hi,” I whispered back. Her pussy was pressed against my cock, and I almost groaned at the sensation, knowing exactly what she was wearing underneath the dress.
A tiny pair of panties and nothing else.
“You drove me crazy all day in this,” I admitted, looping my finger under one of the tiny straps and plucking it against her skin.
She let out a small moan.
“Did you wear this to torture me, baby? Knowing that there was nothing underneath?”
I pushed down one of the straps, exposing her nipple to the air. She sucked in a breath as I dipped my head down, circling the peak with my tongue.
“Oliver,” she moaned.
I hummed, pushing down the strap on the other side, lavishing her opposite breast with the same attention. “This is payback for earlier, baby. You looking so pretty across the table and torturing me when I couldn’t do anything about it.”
She rubbed herself against my cock, biting her lip and throwing her head back as I continued to lick at her nipples. “That’s it,” I murmured, blowing the hardened buds. “Work yourself over my cock, make yourself nice and messy for me.”
She cried out as I thrust my hips up in time with the rocking of her hips, wanting to see if she could come just like this as I sucked on her breasts. I wanted to peel those tiny underwear off and bury myself inside of her, but she was so fucking hot like this, chasing her own pleasure.
“Look at you,” I praised, circling her nipple with my tongue before tugging on it with my teeth. “So pretty.”
“I’m so close,” she whined. “Please.”
I didn’t know what she was begging for, but I would give it to her. Always. “You taste so fucking sweet. Like honey.”
Pinching her nipple with one hand, I lapped at the other, not stopping until she came with my name on her lips, slumping against my body.
I brushed her hair off her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin as she came down from her orgasm.
She blinked at me as she pulled back, a slight haze over her eyes. “Well, I didn’t expect that.”
Wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, I brought her mouth to mine kissed her tenderly. “We only have two weeks,” I told her. “I want to make every moment count.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Then let’s not waste a single one.”
I grinned. “I like the sound of that, Hollywood.”
Tessa slipped her hands up my shirt, raking her fingers over my abs. She worked it up my body until I raised my arms over my head, letting her tug it off the rest of the way.
“Fuck, Oliver. You’re so hot.” She leaned down, dragging her lips down my throat. Part of me didn’t even care when she insisted this was just for fun, not when she unzipped my pants, sliding her soft hand into my boxers and stroking my weeping dick through the fabric.
She slid her panties to the side and then positioned my cock at her entrance, sliding down and taking me in one smooth motion.
“Holy shit,” I groaned, grasping her hips as I dropped my head to the back of the couch. Zeros and ones. I could do this. “So tight.”
She dug her nails into my shoulders, holding on tight as she rode me with abandon.
Each time she bounced on my cock, her perfect pussy taking me to the hilt, I had to hold back a groan. Her little breaths and tiny whimpers of pleasure were making it harder for me to keep my composure.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” I praised, tightening my grip on her hips. With every movement, her tits bounced, and I was mesmerized. Absolutely fucking in awe of this beautiful woman sliding up and down on my length, taking in every single inch of me like a pro.
Tessa gasped. “Oliver.” I could feel her cunt squeezing around me as she bottomed out again. “I’m so close,” she cried.
I leaned in, nipping at her lower lip before kissing her roughly, letting our tongues tangle as she moved faster, rocking back and forth and grinding her clit down.
“That’s it,” I encouraged as she spasmed around me, crying out. “Come for me.”
Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as her climax hit her, and it didn’t take much more for me to come, with the way her pussy clenched down, milking every drop from my cock.
“Holy fuck,” I panted, dropping my head back as my orgasm subsided. “How does it just keep getting better, every time?
She giggled, looking between us, at the cum dripping out of her and down my shaft. We made a mess on their couch.”
“Your brother is going to fucking kill me,” I groaned.
“Guess we’ll have to clean up then.” Tessa kissed me, soft little pecks against my lips, and then I stood up, carrying her towards the bathroom, eager to clean her up so I could dirty her up all over again.