Chapter 20
I shot straight up from the bed, the comforter falling around my waist, and quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts.
“Oliver! What the fuck?”
“Oh, Laidie,” he said as he shut the door. “Please don’t stop on my account.”
A sly half-smile adorned his face as he stood against the bedroom door and looked at me.
My face heated in embarrassment. “Oliver,” I growled in frustration. “I thought you’d be with Anton for the rest of the night.” I briefly considered if it would be possible to climb out one of the windows and run away, never to be seen again.
My eyes widened as Oliver walked toward me like he was a lion and I was his prey. Even in my mortification, my core heated again.
Oliver made it to the side of the bed and picked up my e-reader from where I had dropped it on top of the comforter, glancing over the screen.
“Hey,” I said with zero authority in my voice. “Give that back.”
“Why, Ms. Levy, what are you reading?” He held the e-reader out as I weakly tried to grab it back.
He began to read aloud, “He slowly lowered himself to his knees, grabbed her leg, and draped it over his shoulder. She moaned in delight as he brushed his tongue through her core. Sucking her into his mouth, he pushed one finger into her wet center, causing her to cry in ecstasy.” Oliver looked at me with one eyebrow cocked. “Adelaide…”
I suppressed the urge to pull the covers over my head, instead puffing out my chest with bravado I didn’t feel. “So? I like to read spicy romantasy books. Don’t try to shame me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.”
Oliver’s voice lowered an octave. “Oh, I’m not shaming you, Laidie. This is sexy. I understand why you’d get turned on reading it.”
“Wait, what?” I was taken aback. He was into it? It took me a minute to register that he was now standing over me, holding out the e-reader for me to take back.
“Please, keep going. Don’t stop on my account.” His smile was absolutely feral.
The blood rushed back to my cheeks, burning them even redder. “I’m…um…no. I’m tired. I need to go to sleep anyway.”
“No, you’re not.” He looked me up and down. “You’re still turned on and it’d be a shame to fall asleep without releasing that pent-up excitement.”
He reached forward, running the back of his knuckles over the nipple standing at attention through my pajama top. I couldn’t help the shiver that rolled through my body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying hard not to let loose the moan begging to be heard.
“I’m….” I cleared my throat. “Fine.”
Oliver didn’t hold back his eye roll as he started to make his way around the bed. I watched with rapt attention as he shucked off his shirt and pants, then climbed onto the bed wearing only his boxer briefs. He grabbed the device back out of my hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just lay back, close your eyes, and relax. I know we agreed to no funny stuff, but you’re clearly on edge and need a release.
” The look in his eyes, like he was imagining everything he would do to me if I just gave him the go, had the air rushing from my lungs.
“I agreed not to touch you, so you’re going to touch yourself while I read your book to you. ”
He settled under the covers, propping himself onto one elbow as he faced me.
Oh, Jesus. I was turned on to the point of no return.
“I can’t…there’s no way to relax. This is…” My voice trailed off uselessly.
“Adelaide. Stop. Just turn your brain off. Stop worrying about the future. Hell, stop worrying about the next hour. Close your eyes and relax.”
Damn, when did he get so bossy? And why do I like it so much?
Oliver reached over and grabbed my wrist, trailing it down my body and under the waistband of my shorts. I could feel the heat emanating from my pussy.
“Oliver! What…”
He placed a finger over my mouth to cut me off. “I’m not going to tell you again. Just listen and go back where you were before I walked in.”
Who does he think he is? I couldn’t admit to him that I couldn’t go back to where I just was because it was here, in our old world. I couldn’t possibly finger myself to the thought of Oliver with him laying right next to me. Could I?
“Oliver,” I whispered.
He shook his head and I closed my mouth. He began to read and I laid there, my hand over my wet pussy, not moving even a millimeter. Was I actually going to do this? Could I just turn my mind off and let myself find some release from everything?
He stopped reading. “Do I need to instruct you on how to do that? Or do I need to do it myself?”
Oh, fuck no.
Wait…
Did I want that? Would it be better if I let Oliver get me off instead of doing whatever this was?
I don’t know.
My brain was swirling, a mess of confusion and desire.
Fuck it. Goodnight, brain. Hello, hormones.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do.”
His feral grin was back. “Slide your finger inside yourself.”
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and slid my finger inside myself, pushing in and out. It was hard to ignore the soft noise it made as I moved faster. Fuck, it felt amazing.
“Are you doing it?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded. “Mhm.” I used my free hand to push the comforter down so that he could see my hand moving inside of my shorts.
“Fuck…” he breathed. “Now play with your clit, nice and slow.”
I pulled my finger out and brought it up to rub small, swift circles around that most sensitive point and flicked it just a little.
“Mmm.” I accidentally let out.
“Don’t hold back anything. I want to hear how good it feels.”
I opened my eyes and looked over to him. He was biting his lip, and his breathing had picked up, his eyes blazing with want. I felt a bit bad for him, knowing that he was just watching and not having as much fun as I was.
“Keep going,” he commanded, his voice deep and husky.
So I did. I went fast and then slowed down when I started to feel myself edging toward release.
“I remember how much you loved it when I played with your tits. Squeeze one.”
I lifted my shirt up with my other hand and grabbed my left breast, squeezing it and running my finger over the nipple before pinching it.
Oliver tutted. “Did I tell you to pinch it?”
“I loved when you did that. The way you would suck on it and run your tongue over it before biting it a little.” I moaned, shocked at how open I was being.
But I was so close to getting off and all care had been thrown out the very window I had considered escaping through earlier.
I paused for a moment, considering if I wanted to cross this line again.
Could we keep this purely physical? Could I recover from this once more?
My gaze fell on Oliver again as he watched me. I could tell he wanted to touch me but was holding himself back. Seeing his restraint and the way he was holding to my boundaries pushed me over the edge. I wanted to get off, and I wanted to get off with him.
I slid my top off and threw it on the floor. Shock washed over Oliver’s face quickly before he put his mask of coolness back on.
“You know, I’m really more of a kinesthetic learner. I think you need to show me what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“Fuck, Laidie.” Barely a second went by before he palmed one of my breasts and took the other into his mouth, sucking and biting on it like his life depended on it. I couldn’t hold back my pleasure anymore.
“Yes. Just like that.”
“Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop.”
I was done hiding myself from Oliver and I was done with the little cat-and-mouse game we were playing. I quickly took my shorts and panties off, throwing them to the floor, and pushed Oliver flat to the bed.
“Touch me. Make me come,” I said as I climbed on top of him and straddled him.
“Are you sure?”
“Let me say this very enthusiastically for you so you don’t misunderstand: Fuck me or get out, Oliver.”
His face split into the biggest smile I had ever seen before he grabbed me by my waist and flipped me over onto the bed, positioning himself over me.
“I thought you might never ask.”
He pulled his boxer briefs off and ran his hand over his large, rigid cock.
God, I missed him.
I wanted—no, needed—him inside of me right now. I placed my hand over his and together we stroked him a few times before I pulled him to my entrance.
“Wait,” he said, “I don’t have any condoms.”
“It’s fine. I’m clean.”
“I am, too. But…”
I met his eyes. “Ollie, you’re good.”
He needed no further confirmation and sheathed his thick cock inside of me, making me scream his name.
“Oliver! Fuck, yes.”
“More of that,” he said into my ear as he bit the lobe before sucking it into his mouth. “You feel so good.”
He thrust in and out of me, eliciting more cries.
Thank God our bedroom was far away from everyone else.
There was no way I’d be able to stifle myself even if I wanted to.
The last time I had come from anything other than my vibrator had been our rendezvous in the storage closet.
I was going to enjoy every single moment of this.
I dragged my nails down his back, grabbed his firm ass cheeks, and pushed him deeper into me. I needed him to fill me up like he had never done before. I wanted all of him.
“Damn, baby. I love this side of you,” he said as he placed little bites along my throat and collarbone.
“You turned me on so badly. You told me to let go,” I breathed. “I just need more, Ollie.”
“You won’t regret it.”
He laced his arm under my waist before pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach. Before I could even complain that he wasn’t inside of me anymore, he was thrusting back into me from behind.
The way he hit every single nerve inside of my soaking wet pussy was perfect. I felt as if I could sense every vein that lined his flawless cock. I wanted to stay like this forever, soaking in every little movement. It was heaven.
“Get up on your knees, Laidie. I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have.”
I pushed up onto my knees, and he slid further inside of me, something I didn’t even think was possible.
“Do you still want more?”
“Yes, please,” I breathed, not knowing how that was even possible.
Then I felt him start to rub slow, soft circles around my tight hole in the back.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
I shuddered a breath. “I’ve never done this before.”
“That’s okay. I’ll be gentle. Just tell me to stop at any point, and I will.”
He slid his finger down, gathering my wetness and bringing it back to lubricate me. It was unlike any sensation I had ever experienced. I had never trusted anyone like this, but Oliver was the one person I knew would always take the utmost care with me.
He slowed his rhythm as he rocked in and out of my pussy, whispering all the things he loved about my body and the way I felt.
He brought his free hand to my clit, rubbing circles around it again.
It was wildly sensitive, and the lightest touch had my orgasm starting to build.
I was right there and wanted to come more than I ever had in my life.
“Oliver, I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never, Laidie.”
His thrusts picked up, growing harder and faster as both hands continued to work me. I would never understand how he knew exactly what I needed when I said I wanted more, but I was so happy he did.
I was right at the edge and knew he was about to set me off. He pinched my clit with one hand while he slid one finger from the other inside of me, sending me over the mountain as I fell into sweet oblivion.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!”
I saw fireworks behind my eyelids as I came hard and loud. My entire body was full with Oliver, and it was astounding. Surely this was the climax to end all climaxes. Even if this was the last orgasm I ever had, I could die happy.
My limbs felt numb as I came down from the high, falling forward through the aftershocks.
“Stay with me, baby,” Oliver groaned from behind me. He flipped me onto my back and brought my leg up to his side, hooking it around his hip.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, barely able to use my voice.
“You’re amazing.” He kissed up my neck and to my lips. “Such a good girl. You took that so well.” His tongue slid along my lip and then into my mouth, wholly captivating it, just like he had done with the rest of my body.
With a hand on my ass, he used his arm to pin my leg tight to his side and pistoned inside of me, hitting just the right spot. I gasped as I felt the build of another orgasm low in my belly.
“Oliver, that feels amazing.”
“I’m doing it right then,” he growled before bringing his mouth down to my nipple and rolling his tongue along the peak. He pulled back just enough to blow a puff of air across it, sending pleasure streaking through my body. I laced my hands through his hair and tugged, drawing a moan from him.
I led his mouth back to mine and ravished it as he moved in me, his cock growing stiffer.
Knowing he was close, I pulled my mouth away from his and began placing soft kisses down his neck as his thrusts became more erratic.
He brushed his thumb over my tender clit, timing it with the movement of his hips to send me over the edge again.
I bit down hard on his shoulder, setting him off. The sexiest noise I had ever heard—a combination of a growl and a moan—left his lips as I screamed his name once more.
We collapsed next to each other, spent in the very best way. After catching our breath, Oliver pulled me to his side, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“I don’t even have words for how perfect that was,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to my temple.
“Me neither.” I smiled sleepily, exhaustion suddenly washing over me.
Oliver kissed me again before making his way to the bathroom. He cleaned us both up then crawled back in beside me, pulling me close to his side. We were both sound asleep within moments.