Chapter 6 – Oliver #3
I know where this is going already. I made love to her under the stars. It’s so her. Just like this room with the explosion of rainbow colors that would normally hurt my sensitive eyes and the telescope outside, her escape from the world. I can’t wait to hear her fantasies of sweet lovemaking.
“Don’t laugh, okay?”
I immediately cross my fingertip over my heart. She continues as she stares at my hand near my heart. She can’t look at me or she won’t be able to tell me.
“We were lying on the platform. I jumped on top of you. I was rocking my body against yours. You told me we shouldn’t.
I thought I hurt you at one point, so I stopped.
Then something happened. You went dark, your eyes turned black.
You flipped me over and started to grind against me.
I almost got off when you were on top of me. ”
Damn. I imagine the picture she’s painting. I’d make her come. I wouldn’t make her wait, like dream-Oliver would. I’m not a selfish lover. Then again, this isn’t exactly the sweet lovemaking I thought she’d tell me about. Dry humping on the porch isn’t my thing. Or is it?
“You overwhelmed me. You ripped my shorts off and you kissed me. You had one hand on my body, one fisted in my hair, jerking my head back. I was trapped and under your control. I was in pain, but I liked it. I liked how your beast took over and that’s the only way I can describe it.
You referred to yourself as a monster and asked me if I was sure about wanting you.
“I couldn’t think about the repercussions or if you were really a monster. I begged for more. I needed you. Nothing else existed outside of the bubble we were in. There were no worries about the future, and I didn’t care that you were older. I desperately needed you inside me.’
“I haven’t had sex. Not yet at least, so I can’t believe I dreamed this. I didn’t know my mind was capable of such filth. And that’s what it was. The things you did to me—” Vale stops talking, getting lost in her memory.
She’s overwhelmed by the dream now. Just reminiscing about it is making her body heat climb. Oh, little does she know that in the right hands she’d destroy worlds just to have her desires met. It’s a simple equation, but she’s too young, too sheltered to know it.
“Go on. It’s just getting good.” I wrap one arm around her tense shoulders, pulling her closer. Vale lowers her head to my chest, her hand resting on my abdomen. I don’t think she realizes it, but she rubs it lightly over my damp shirt. Still nervous, still fidgeting.
“You warned me about being a monster while you touched yourself. I think that was my favorite part of the dream actually.”
“I didn’t do a very good job in your dream if watching me jack off was the highlight,” I say. I’m mad at dream-Oliver, he needs to fuck her better. I want to make it up to her one day. I need to show her what it would be like to be with someone like me.
Vale slaps my stomach and I fake a wince. “I didn’t say it wasn’t good, but the way you kneeled between my legs, watching me while you touched yourself . . . it was unbelievable being the sole focus of your lust. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” she sighs.
Before she can hide her face again, I tilt her head back so she’s forced to face me.
Our eyes connect and it makes her body tremble.
She bites her lower lip, tugging at it nervously.
“So that’s the fantasy, you want to see me in the window, alone and touching myself.
I see. I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to touch you.
” I didn’t know if I was talking about her dream anymore.
She turns away quickly. I’m worried she won’t continue. “Maybe I want to see that, but if you continue talking about it, I won’t be able to finish my story and I won’t get to kiss you good night.” Nicely played, beautiful girl.
“Go on, then.” I pet her hair and shoulders, hoping she won’t stop. I need to know how it ends.
Vale’s back to caressing my stomach. I wonder if she realizes her hand has gotten quite a bit lower, nearing the top of my jeans, inching under my shirt. I don’t stop her because I know she’s trying to gather the courage to continue.
“You warned me, one last time, then you pushed into me so hard it hurt and I screamed. I begged for more. You did this thing with your hips when you pushed back inside. It was like you were grinding against some special part of me that doesn’t exist in the real world.
It drove me insane when you moved like that.
I lost myself in it, like I was high on drugs. High on Oliver, I guess.
“When you got rough, I begged for more. I enjoyed it, how you hurt me. I wonder what it says about my brain that I enjoyed it so much. I wanted my first time to be special, but I knew it probably wouldn’t be. It surprises me that my brain created this scene for my first time.”
“I get it, it’s not the rose petals over the bed, candles, and easy lovemaking most girls think they want their first time to be.
But I like it. It’s raw. I like the way your mind works,” I say, and it’s the truth.
Through this whole tale, I’ve been calm.
I’ve listened intently. If this is what her fantasies are like before she’s ever lost her virginity, then I’m on board to experience her lust firsthand.
She’s going to be unstoppable one day. I can see it now. She’ll make a man beg for it. I might want to beg for it. Images of her forcing me to my knees to service her float through my mind.
“I guess I’m not most girls,” she says, and it’s sad, like I confirmed her worst nightmare.
“You’re not. If you were, I wouldn’t be here, now would I?”
Vale tilts her head back into the crook of my arm, watching me.
There’s a flash of something in her eyes while she studies me.
“You didn’t come right away in my dream.
You were lost in a baser nature, claiming that I was yours.
You told me you owned me. I liked it when you said that.
I mean, look at you and look at me. It’s not just our ages, Oliver.
You look like a rock star and well, I’m this.
“That’s why the fantasy was so sexy. You chose me.
You wanted me back. Then you freed the monster.
I died in your arms as you stole the blood from my veins.
You were a vampire in my dream and that’s how you came.
You bit me while we were fucking, there was no making love.
It was dirty, ripped shorts, on the ground, under the stars.
I died while you were still inside me. Then I woke up.
“I could feel your touch still when I opened my eyes. I was so hot and confused. I ran outside to cool off, to see if it actually happened, but nothing was the same. Then I saw you through the window, with her, and I couldn’t look away. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you all that.”
We’d come full circle with her retelling, and it was shocking how correct she was.
She might not have an idea of what kind of monster I am, but she obviously sensed it inside me.
Some mortals know instinctively when they meet me, that I hide away some sort of darkness.
They just know, like they have some kind of sixth sense that evil is real and it walks among us.
But for some reason, Vale doesn’t seem to care and that part, that was unique.
Lots of mortals would go crazy, knowing but unable to prove it.
Feeling a fear they just can’t understand.
How it’d create such a paranoid disposition in them.
Vale seems to have made peace with it or just ignored it.
She doesn’t seem scared at all, which I’m profoundly grateful for.
I don’t want to have to move away, I’d just gotten here after all.
“I’m honored you dreamed of me, Vale. Honestly, I wasn’t mad you watched earlier. I enjoyed knowing you were there, reaching out for me. Had I known you’d just woken up from a wet dream about me, I might’ve been a little easier on you afterward. Truce?”
Vale smiles up at me. “Truce. Thank you for not freaking out about it or making fun of me. I’m getting really tired though. I need to sleep.”
She pulls away, but I grab her wrist. She looks back at me over her shoulder.
A vision superimposes itself over the real world, and it almost knocks the breath from my lungs.
She’s naked, looking at me over her shoulder while she bites her bottom lip.
She’s got a sexy smirk on her lips. The sheen of sweat across her brow, that flush of her cheeks, the deep wine color of her swollen lips tells me it's the afterglow. It tells me she’s been fucked real good and deep. The scene is heady and I want it.
I try hard to blink the vision away. I don’t know if it’s our future or if it's some sort of déjà vu, but the vision lights a fire inside me. “Have you ever been kissed?” I ask, even though the answer is obvious.
She’s awake now, her eyes going wide. She doesn’t use words to reply, just shakes her head. I smile at her devilishly. I love how innocent she is.
“Did you kiss her?” she whispers, her eyes screaming some intrinsic truth about who my lips belong to. She wants them to be hers and hers alone. Greedy girl. I want her greedy for me.
I shake my head. “Do you want me to be your first?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes before lying back on her pillow with an audible huff. She must think I’m trying to tease her. I’m not. For once, I’m dead serious.
I smile. She’s so overwhelmed by desire I believe it that she’s never been attracted to another man. She’s so torn up about it. I love it. I should be all her firsts, maybe not tonight, but one day. I could fulfill all those fantasies, her deepest, darkest desires.
I’m on top of her before she has a chance to squeak. Her thighs spread to accept me, her body recognizing me before her brain has a chance to catch up.
“Tell me, Vale. Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to be your first?”