Chapter Nineteen - Oliver #2
“We both know I’m not going to listen to you.” I slipped my hand between us and flicked my finger over her clit. “You didn’t answer my question.”
She shivered. “What are you doing to me, you bastard?”
“If you keep calling me that, I’m going to think it’s your pet name for me.”
“It is,” she shot back, looking at me with shining, fiery eyes. “Suits you.”
“Thank you.” I toyed with her clit again, drawing another shudder from her. “Feel good, princess?”
“I just told you not to call me that!” She snapped, anger flaring in her gaze.
I smirked as I leant in towards her neck, kissing it. “Someone’s mad.”
“I am! First at the door, now that stupid nickname. You’re really pissing me off.”
“Excellent.” I laughed, palming my hands against her arse. “You’re mad at me, and you’re mad at yourself… Why don’t you put that anger to good use and ride me until you feel better, hm?”
She paused for a moment, then pushed away from me. “Fine, but I’m not looking at your stupid face.”
My eyes widened with surprise, and she got off me.
She turned around, peered back, and climbed on the seat with her back to me.
Her lower legs were either side of me, and I ran my hands up her calves as she reached down to grab my cock.
She guided me to her opening, and I clenched my jaw as she lowered herself down onto me.
Her dress was up around her waist, and I had a perfect view of her taking my cock. I ran my hands up until they were at her hips, and I gripped them tightly so I didn’t lose control.
All I wanted to do right now was slam into her.
Before I’d even finished the thought, Rose moved, planting her hands on my knees. My cock glinted with her wetness as she lifted her hips, and I was utterly fucking mesmerised by the sight of it.
By her.
I held back, gritting my teeth as she rode me at her own pace. She took every inch of me, rolling and undulating her hips every now and then, and I knew it was because she’d found the good spot.
I leant towards her and pressed kisses against her exposed back. “Enjoying yourself, princess?”
Her answering moan told me all I needed to know, and I briefly stilled her, pulling her right down onto me. She arched her back, resting her head on my shoulder. I slid my hands up her warm body, then wrapped one arm around her waist and pinned her against me.
“My turn,” I whispered in her ear, leaning against the back of the sofa, taking her with me. She squeaked a protest, but it died when I turned her head and took her mouth with mine.
I moved slowly at first, gently rocking into her as she moved her legs, adjusted to the new angle. I swallowed all her whimpers and gasps and tightened my grip on her, shifting slightly so I didn’t hurt her neck as we kissed.
She broke the kiss, resting her head back on me with a gasp as I buried myself deep inside her. My fingers slid from her jaw and rested against her tender neck, and I hesitated.
Rose’s answer to my unspoken question was to grind her hips.
I smiled against her shoulder and gently circled her neck with my hand, keeping her perfectly in this position. I slid my other hand between her legs, brushing my fingertip over her clit.
“Please,” she whispered, squeezing me inside her. “Oli, please…”
Her words sent a shiver through me, and my cock pulsed with the need that tingled every single one of my nerve endings.
“Since you asked so nicely.” I spread my thighs to open her legs further and pushed all the way inside her. A long, high moan escaped her swollen lips, and I pressed kisses to her shoulder as I picked up the pace.
I thrust into her the way she liked it—hard, furious, shamelessly desperate. I held her neck with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other, dotting her shoulder and the side of her neck with tiny bites and kisses.
“I hate you,” she gasped, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts.
“If this is how you hate me, princess, I think I’ll live.”
“You—ah!” She clenched around me, and I could feel she was close.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured against her skin.
She shivered at my words, and I gave into temptation, into my basest, most possessive desire, and bit down on the side of her neck.
She cried out, and I alternated between biting and sucking her tender skin as she came.
She shook against me, and I came to a slow stop, kissing the spot I’d just marked.
“Did you…” she breathed out, turning her face towards me.
I pushed inside her to answer.
She groaned, softly moving my hand away from her neck. She extricated herself from my grip despite her heaving breaths and shaky legs, then turned around and sat back in my lap, facing me this time.
“Again,” she whispered, setting her feet either side of my hips so she was practically squatting over me. She laced her fingers in my hair, slightly tilting my head back, and gently sucked on my lower lip. “Fuck me again, Oli.”
Shit.
It was already the hottest thing when she took control and started demanding things, but that wasn’t even the biggest turn on.
It was the hint of tenderness when she said my name.
It twisted something inside me.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” I muttered, grazing my lips across her jaw.
“You won’t.” She lowered her hips until the tip of my cock pressed inside her, then tugged on my hair, pulling my head back a little more. “If you hurt me, I’ll punch you.”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around her body.
I thrust up, sinking my cock into her wet pussy, still clenching from her orgasm.
Rose traced her nose against my jaw, and her shaky breaths danced across the skin of my neck.
My scalp stung slightly where she was pulling on my hair, and all these sensations rolled together and became an overwhelming wave of desire I could no longer defy.
So, I did as she asked.
I fucked her again. Her legs trembled but never buckled, and my tight grasp around her waist and my hand on her shoulder, pulling her down, left her completely at my mercy. I moved with her relentlessly, chasing the euphoric high I knew was coming.
Our breaths mixed together, our moans becoming one. Rose gasped my name against my neck, and I closed my eyes tightly, sweat dripping down the side of my face.
Then she bit me.
She did exactly what I’d done to her and bit my neck, quickly sucking on the same spot. Where I’d left my mark on the side of hers, she’d chosen a place right above my collarbone, the most tender part of my neck.
She moaned mid-suck, clenching around my cock, tightening her grip on my hair, and as if her orgasm summoned mine, I let go with a rough shout of her name. My orgasm burst out of me, and I held my cock deep inside her, filling her with my cum.
Rose released my neck and collapsed against me, her entire body trembling. I held her tightly, leaning forwards to take her weight off her feet, and she clumsily adjusted her legs.
She curled against my chest and pressed her face into the crook of my neck. Our laboured breathing mingled together as I stroked her hair, keeping it out of her face, and I let my head fall against the back of the sofa and closed my eyes.
Euphoria.
That was the only word that could describe this feeling running through my veins.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew one thing.
I didn’t want to let her go.
I wanted to keep her here, snuggled against my chest, wrapped up in my arms. I wanted to keep feeling the warmth of her breath trailing across my skin and the softness of her hair beneath my fingertips.
I couldn’t say a word, afraid that this moment of peaceful magic would shatter the second I did.
And I wanted to hold onto it—onto her —for as long as I could.