Chapter Nineteen - Oliver
OLIVER
A Shed Load of Lust
T he feeling of Rose’s fingers around my cock sent a shiver dancing through my body. There was a slight roughness to her skin that counteracted the softness of her grip, but I could barely focus on that as she drew the tip of me into her mouth.
The night we met flashed through my mind at the familiar sensation of her tongue working against my cock—she’d been just as free and fearless then, climbing on top of me for the most mind-blowing sixty-nine I’d ever had.
If it weren’t for her approaching me, we never would have ended up going back to my room together.
If it weren’t for her, none of this would have happened.
I was powerless to stop it, each and every time, like she’d cast some sort of spell over me.
Just like now. It was all I could do to stay standing as she worked my cock with her mouth, taking me in deep just to pull back and tease me with her tongue.
The feelings this woman evoked in me were nothing short of primal.
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to leave her in control—to not grab her head and fuck her mouth the way I wanted.
More.
I wanted more.
I slid my fingers into her wavy hair, gently cupping her head. Mine dropped back, and I groaned, my hips twitching with her rhythm. She didn’t falter, moving her mouth and hand in perfect sync, and an all-too-familiar heat spread through my body.
If she didn’t stop right now, I was going to cum down her throat.
“Rose—”
She grabbed my hips to stop me moving away, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth with the motion.
I groaned again and reached a hand out to the door to steady myself, fisting my other one tightly in her hair.
A tiny whimper escaped her throat, and I barely fought back a chuckle despite the pleasure rolling through my body.
Right.
This was Rose.
She liked it like this.
I pulled her hair a little more, and she hummed happily around my cock. The gentle vibration of it sent a shiver through me, and I bucked my hips, giving her what she wanted while relieving a modicum of my own frustration.
I needed to come.
As if I’d said it out loud, she picked up the pace, taking me deeper into her mouth. She released my hips and replaced her hand on my cock, working it with the same vigour.
Between her hand and her mouth, I came undone.
“Fuck, Rose!”
I held her head in place, roughly burying my cock inside her mouth as I came. She took it, and the only part of her moving was her left hand that was still gently pumping the base of my dick as if she were trying to get every last drop out of me.
My heart thundered inside my chest, and I opened my eyes, slowly pulling my hips back. With my hand still in her hair, I tilted her head back so she was looking at me.
A glassy, heated gaze.
Flushed, pink cheeks.
Swollen, parted lips.
She was so fucking beautiful.
I trailed my gaze down her body to her thighs. They were open, and one of her hands was tucked between her legs, and I almost got instantly hard again at the realisation.
She’d been touching herself with my cock in her mouth.
Fuck .
How was I supposed to keep any sense of reason, knowing that she’d been so turned on by sucking my cock that she’d had to touch herself?
“Hmm,” I said, bending down brush my lips over hers. “It seems that I’ve neglected you.”
She flinched. “What are—”
“Can you stand?” I murmured, helping her to her feet. She was a little unsteady where she’d been kneeling on the hard floor, but she managed it.
I pushed her back against the door and dropped to my knees, lifting the skirt of her dress and parting her thighs.
I brushed the dirt from her reddened knees and kissed each of them before turning my attention upwards.
I could see her arousal—the light blue fabric of her underwear had a darker patch, and an irritating itch scratched through me.
As much as I loved that she’d touched herself because of me, I was greedy.
I wanted to be the one who touched her.
The only one.
I brushed my finger over the fabric of her knickers, pressing my lips to her inner thigh. “Look how wet you are just from sucking my cock. Pretty impressive from someone who proclaims this is all a mistake.”
“Fuck you,” she gasped, her legs trembling.
“Oh, you will,” I assured her, moving her underwear to the side. “But now, it’s my turn to eat.”
I covered her pussy with my mouth and gently sucked. Her wetness instantly coated my tongue, and I groaned, moving my tongue across her until I found her swollen clit.
“A—ah.” She fisted my hair, rolling her hips against my mouth.
No, no.
She wasn’t going to come this quickly.
I hadn’t had my fun yet.
I was going to devour her until she begged me to stop. I was going to taste her arousal, get a proper taste of what sucking my cock had done to her. I was going to do it again and again until there was nothing left for her to give me.
I wanted her to be a trembling, weak mess when I was done with her.
If she wasn’t, I’d simply have to keep going until she was.
I pushed my tongue inside her, making her jolt. She let out a breathy moan, and it shifted to a sharp inhale as I replaced my tongue with one, then two, fingers.
“Rose? Are you in there, dear?”
We both froze.
Susan.
Rose’s eyes widened, and she grabbed my head, trying to pull my mouth away from her.
Trying .
She shot me a warning look before quickly saying, “What’s up?”
Right.
Because a warning look was going to stop me when I had two fingers inside her pussy and her clit in my mouth.
“Can you come out a minute?”
She kept pushing at me, but I only slowed my pace. I stilled my fingers inside her and slowly explored her with my tongue, teasing her around her clit.
“N—no,” Rose said, her legs trembling. “I’m getting changed!”
Dirty little liar.
“Oh, right. Well, then…”
I paid no attention to whatever it was that was bothering Susan, because I simply did not fucking care. All I cared about was this woman in front of me, desperately trying to keep her shit together as I did my best to make her fall apart.
Rose clamped her hand over her mouth and dropped her chin to her chest as Susan rambled about something outside.
I curled my fingers inside her, touching the spot I knew made her want to cry, and smiled against her clit. She thumped the table next to us, fighting to keep her moans under wraps.
“Rose? Are you all right in there?” Susan’s voice raised a few octaves.
Oh, she’s just fine, Susan, thanks for asking.
“Stubbed my toe!” she shouted. “Owww.”
The tiniest hint of a heated moan escaped into her ‘ow,’ and I pressed my face into her inner thigh to hide my laugh.
She was going to kill me for this.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, f-fine!” Rose gripped my hair so tightly my eyes almost watered and closed her eyes. “I’ll handle it. You go on home now before it’s dark. I know you hate driving in it.”
Clearly, she wasn’t close enough to an orgasm if she could still think about other people’s preferences.
I brought my tongue back between her legs, fighting against her hold.
“If you’re sure…”
“Yes, go!” Rose clapped her hand over her mouth again.
Her legs shook, and I knew she was close. She looked down at me, almost pleadingly, but I could see the need in her eyes. I shook my head, the motion making my tongue rub against her clit, and she twitched.
“All right, see you tomorrow!” Susan said brightly, and a few seconds later, the distant sound of the gate opening and closing reached our ears.
“You—” Rose ground out, rolling her hips and pressing her pussy against my mouth. She moaned. “Ah! Yes, there!”
“You can come now, princess,” I taunted.
I sucked on her clit, curled my fingers inside her, and looked up just in time to see her fall apart. Her whole body tensed, and she forced my face into her pussy, jerking her hips, shamelessly fucking her clit against my tongue.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
“Bastard,” she breathed when I pulled away once she’d calmed down. “You fucking bastard.”
I laughed, slowly getting to my feet. “What? I was just returning the favour.”
“But you could have stopped when—”
I sucked the fingers that were just inside her, cutting her off. She stilled, and her eyes widened the slightest bit.
She grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away from my mouth, and I smirked.
She sure was shy for someone who’d just been shamelessly fucking my face.
“Bastard,” she hissed, squeezing my wrist.
I tugged her against me and cupped her jaw, covering her mouth with mine. She moaned as our tongues met. She softened against me, and I slid my hands down her body, grabbing her hips. I hauled her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carried her over to the rattan loveseat.
I lowered us down carefully, putting her on my lap, and she ground against my cock, fisting my hair as we kissed again.
My hands ran all over her body, kneading her soft, hot skin.
Rose moaned as she spread her wetness all over my erection, I was all too happy to let her continue.
The need to be inside her clawed at me, but the tiny whimpers and breathy gasps that vibrated against my lips as she pleasured herself against my cock were doing something unfathomable to me.
If this was what she wanted, what she needed, then she could take it.
She could use me as she pleased.
Her body tightened, and I knew the exact moment her orgasm hit. She trembled in my arms, tensing before falling against me, her tongue still tangled with mine. I broke the kiss and brought my lips to her neck, kissing and nipping along the sensitive skin.
My cock twitched.
I wanted to be inside her so badly.
I wanted to fuck her until she forgot her own name.
“Oh, my God,” Rose whispered, shivering. “What did I just do?”
“Made me into your personal fucktoy,” I murmured into her ear, gently dragging her earlobe between my teeth. “Did you enjoy using me for your pleasure, princess?”
“Don’t call me that,” she breathed.