Chapter 8 Oliver
Oliver
She sits on my lap with her jaw locked, pretending to be unaffected. It’s the flicker of her pulse at her throat that gives her away.
“You know how much I love when you’re on your knees.” The words rasp out of me, carrying the kind of hunger that’s been gnawing at me for hours.
Her eyes flare, pupils going wide, but she doesn’t back away.
Instead, she folds her arms and lifts her chin in challenge. “You really think you’re owed a blow job, huh?”
For a beat, neither of us moves.
One corner of my mouth hitches. “Owed? Sweetheart, we both know I earned it.” I don’t give her the chance to respond. “You came so hard you nearly fell apart, and the only reason half the arena didn’t hear you was because your hand was pressed over your mouth.”
A rush of color floods her cheeks, blooming high across her skin. She can roll her eyes and talk tough all she wants, but we both know the truth.
“Maybe,” she mutters.
I bark out a laugh. “Don’t kid yourself. It’s much closer to definitely.”
My hand finds the back of her neck, fingers curling as I draw her closer.
Everything I whisper against her mouth feels like a promise and a claim.
“I dream about the way your lips stretch around me when you suck my cock. The tight, wet slide of them down my hard length.” My voice turns rough.
“The way your muscles constrict with each swallow, squeezing tight. Even thinking about it makes me hard as a rock.”
Her pupils dilate, her mouth parting as a shaky exhale brushes my skin. She can fight it all she wants, but there’s desire in her eyes. It’s hot, unguarded, and impossible to miss.
“Please, baby.” The plea scrapes out of me, sounding more like a growl. “Don’t make me beg. You know I will. I’ve got zero pride where you’re concerned.”
The corners of her mouth curve up. “Isn’t that the truth.”
She nips at my lower lip, teeth grazing the firm flesh before releasing it.
For a second, I’m sure she’s going to tell me to get the hell out.
Instead, she slides from the couch. Every thought in my head short-circuits as I sink back slightly, legs spreading, pulse hammering in my throat with anticipation.
A rough sound breaks loose from me as I cup her cheek. “That mouth of yours should come with a warning label.”
Her hands move with precision, each motion winding the tension inside me tighter until it feels like I’m on the verge of exploding. This woman knows exactly how to make me forget every ounce of self-control I’ve ever prided myself on having.
My erection feels more like a steel rod trapped beneath cotton, the tip already wet with arousal. She presses her thumb against the damp spot, rubbing lazy circles over the head until I’m gritting my teeth.
It’s the sweetest kind of torture.
A jolt shoots through every nerve in my body as my thoughts narrow to her touch and the rough edge of wanting her more than I care to admit.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Without answering, she tugs the waistband low, just enough to free my cock, and the sudden rush of warmth against my skin is almost too much to bear.
Her fingers wrap around the thick length and stroke while her other hand slips into my boxers to cup my balls with the perfect amount of pressure that leaves my muscles trembling.
Every movement is deliberate as she leans in. The air between us hums with something dangerous, something that crawls under my skin and refuses to let go. The sound that rumbles out of me is raw and unrestrained, pulled from deep down in a place I can’t control.
“Christ, baby girl,” I grit out, half groaning. “You’re seriously killing me right now.”
Her tongue flicks out to lick the tip before sliding down the length.
She massages my balls with one hand, squeezing and rolling until my eyes nearly cross with pleasure.
A rough groan breaks free before I can stop it as she licks her way back up to the head and opens her mouth, taking me inside until I’m surrounded by the most decadent kind of heat.
With other women, I could close my eyes and let my body take over.
I’d pretend it wasn’t Rina I was thinking about the whole damn time.
But now that she’s here, real and within reach, there’s no more pretending.
There’s only the kind of desire that strips me bare and makes me think I was doomed to lose this battle from the very beginning.
She takes me in with such perfect suction that everything else vanishes and the only thing I can feel is the warmth of her mouth and the pull that drags me right to the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it.” My hand finds its way into her hair, not to lead her, but to keep myself steady. I need the connection, something to anchor me while the rest unravels. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Need claws through me until I’m seconds away from breaking.
The sound of her rhythmic inhalations and the heat of her skin is too much and still not enough. As I watch her, my control fractures. It’s not the sight of her taking me deep inside her throat. It’s the trust, the way she gives herself over to the moment without hesitation.
It nearly undoes me.
A jolt runs through me and the room spins.
I’m seconds from falling apart.
“Look at me,” I rasp, my thumb tracing along her cheek as I tilt her face toward mine. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, lips trembling with effort.
“You really do love pushing me past my limits, don’t you?” My voice breaks. “You know exactly how to destroy me.”
She gives me a look that’s equal parts defiance and devotion.
And another piece of my self-control snaps.
“Fuck,” I grind out, every muscle locking tight as I fight the pull of release.
I’m not ready to let go just yet. I want to enjoy the sensation of her deep throating me.
It takes effort to slow the pace. I’m torn between the rush of having her now and the ache of wanting this to last.
She looks up with eyes that glisten. The sight of her like this cracks me wide open. The feel of her mouth, the velvety slide of her tongue, the way the head of my cock nudges the back of her throat, it’s all so damn good.
Sure, I could take what she’s offering and let it end there, but I want more.
I want to be inside her, to prove this thing between us isn’t just heat and habit.
When I still her with a gentle touch, confusion flashes across her face.
She’s trembling, her eyes wide as they search mine for an answer I don’t yet know how to give.
The space between us vibrates with everything we just did and everything we’re still not able to say. She watches me through damp lashes before drawing back and wiping her mouth with her hand.
“Up here.” The demand scrapes out of me, sounding more like a plea than anything else. “I need to bury myself deep inside your pussy. I want to feel your wet warmth surrounding me, pulsing around me when you come.”
This isn’t about dominance anymore.
It’s about erasing the space that exists between us until she can feel everything I can’t say out loud.
Any protest dies on her lips as I pull her into my lap.
Her weight settles against me, and the world narrows to the beating of our hearts.
The need I have for her is raw and unstoppable.
I fist the hem of her skirt, shoving it up around her waist before hooking her panties aside and sinking deep into her slick heat with one powerful thrust.
With a gasp, her nails dig into my shoulders. The sound rips through the quiet of her apartment. I pull her closer, holding her tight as we move together in desperation. Every thrust feels like a claim, a prayer, a confession I can’t bring myself to admit out loud.
The couch shudders beneath us as the space around us turns combustible.
Her eyelids feather closed. “Oliver—”
“Look at me,” I rasp, fingers tightening in her hair as I force her gaze to mine. “Don’t hold back. I want every sound you make. Every shiver, every breath I pull from you. It’s all mine.”
Her muscles contract around me as her cry tears through the room. The world tilts, and heat rushes through me until all my thoughts splinter apart. I hold on, buried in the moment, in her, in everything that’s too much to name.
With a groan, I spill inside her, driving deep and holding her there, clutching her to me like I’ll never let go. For a few suspended seconds, the world feels small, slowed to the rhythm of two hearts trying to find the same beat.
I could stay here forever.
Then something in her body changes. It’s a subtle tension under my hands, and I know what’s coming before she opens her mouth.
“Oliver…” Her voice cracks but remains steady. “We can’t keep doing this.”
With a smirk, I brush the damp strands of hair away from her cheek. “Sure we can.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” I lower my mouth to hers, letting the kiss speak for everything she’s trying to deny. “You keep trying to push me away,” I murmur, “but I won’t let you go.”
Her lips tremble, caught between wanting and refusing. She doesn’t kiss me back, but she doesn’t stop me either.
That silence says more than words ever could.
When I finally pull away, I keep my tone light. “So… I was thinking that maybe I could stay the night.”
She hesitates. There’s a flicker of emotion in her eyes. It’s a mix of sadness, regret, and something that feels a little too close to goodbye.
It twists deep beneath my ribs.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she whispers.
The way she shuts me down hits harder than I want to admit. With a forced grin, I lean in for one last kiss.
“Fine. Pretty sure you’ll miss me,” I say, letting the response hang heavy between us. “No one else is going to keep you warm at three a.m.”
She doesn’t answer as I lift her off me and set her on the couch.
The silence between us continues to stretch as I rise to my feet, straighten my clothing, and rake a hand through my hair.
When it becomes obvious she’s not going to stop me, I walk toward the door and pause in the narrow entryway.
It’s tempting to tell her she doesn’t get to end this, but the look in her eyes makes it clear that’s exactly what she’s doing.
The hallway greets me with the overpowering aroma of disinfectant and something stale. None of it is strong enough to drown out the scent of her. It’s still in my head and my clothes. The memory of her warmth lingers like a ghost, and it’s enough to make my pulse trip all over again.
The elevator doors slide shut, sealing me in with my own thoughts. Rather than let them tear circles through my head, I pull out my phone.
Me: I think this woman just tried to break up with me.
It doesn’t take long before Hayes replies. That’s the thing about my family, we’re annoyingly reliable.
Hayes: Doesn’t she realize she’s dating the Big O?
Me: That’s exactly the issue.
Hayes: Lol. I like her already.
Me: Knew you’d say that.
Hayes: Okay, all joking aside. Here’s what you need to do. Be consistent. Show up every damn day until she realizes you’re not just the Big O, you’re the real deal.
I stare at his message for a moment before shoving the phone back into my pocket.
The truth hits simple and hard.
That’s exactly what I need to do with Rina.
Prove I’m not the guy she thinks I am.