Chapter 6
So this is home sweet home, Ollie said. Its very…cosy.
Yeah, its okay. I shrugged and put my bag down on the table. I locked the door and slid the chain across it.
I turned to Ollie as he looked around the apartment.
Its not what I was expecting, he admitted.
Youre expecting a film crew and some cameras? I asked teasingly.
He grinned. Now Im worried I should be looking around for hidden cameras.
I stepped up to him and wound my arms around his neck. Babe, I said slowly, if I had cameras, you would never find them.
He chuckled. His breath brushed my cheek. I believe you, he said.
You better, I said, my voice low and husky. Are you going to kiss me?
One of his eyebrows quirked upwards. What, no coffee first?
I matched his eyebrow raise with one of my own. If you want coffee I can get you coffee.
I think I have all I need to drink, right here, he said. He lowered his mouth to mine in a kiss so hot it would have melted the sun.
It melted me.
My knees threatened to buckle under me and take us both down to the floor. My heart raced louder than a waterfall. My pussy was almost as wet as one.
I broke off the kiss long enough to gasp, Holy shit.
You felt that too, hmmm? he asked. He curled his fingers in my hair.
Yeah. It felt like fireworks. Its too early for New Years. I worked his tie undone and held on to the ends while it was still wound around his neck.
Its better than fireworks, he said, his voice so low and deep the rest of me threatened to melt. Its Down Under Bowl season.
I grimaced at him. Ugh. Thats the opposite of an aphrodisiac.
He chuckled. Really? Ill have to work on that. I might just change your mind.
Good luck with that, I said dryly. Just the mention of football was like a bucket of cold water on my head.
He stroked my hair. Sorry, I didnt mean to spoil the moment. The look of disappointment on his face ignited my heart again.
You didnt. Using his tie to pull him closer, I kissed him, first lightly, then with growing urgency. I opened my mouth and his tongue slammed against mine.
I moaned against his mouth. Still gripping his tie, I pulled him toward the bedroom.
Walking backward, I pushed the ajar door all the way open with my back.
Every few steps, he worked a button loose on my blouse. My calves touched the bed just as he pushed the fabric off my shoulders.
You might need to let go of my tie, he said, a laugh in his voice.
Never, I growled playfully. I held both ends in one hand and shook one sleeve loose, then swapped to the other.
You have skills. He sounded impressed.
I laughed low in the back of my throat. Oh, you have no idea. I dragged his mouth back down to mine. He was about to find out.
I lay back and pulled him down with me. Keeping the end of his tie in one hand, I undid the buttons on his shirt with the other.
Sweet baby Jane. I suspected he might be ripped, but I had no idea. Every inch of his skin was firm and lightly tanned. His chest and arms were all muscle. I made a bet with myself that his back was muscled as well. His stomach was flat, all the way down to the V of his hips.
Id heard guys referred to as ‘lickable,’ but Id never seen one.
Until now.
Damn.
I finally let go of his tie, slipped it off his neck and tossed it toward the floor. His shirt went next. Then the rest of our clothes.
Wow. He propped himself on one elbow and scanned my body with half lidded eyes. Youre beautiful.
No, you, I said back.
He grinned, then reclaimed my mouth with his.
I wound my legs around him, urgency rising while he kissed his way around my face, chin, neck, then every millimetre of my body.
He parted my legs with his hands and bent my knees to open me out to him.
You have the sweetest pussy Ive ever seen. He kissed his way up one thigh and down the other.
If you dont touch me there… I was breathless with need already. Tongue, hand, cock, I wanted them all. Right. Now.
Youll what? He teased, but bent his head and tickled my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I shivered with the delicious pleasure of his touch. The more he licked and sucked, the more I wanted. I wanted him to devour me from the outside in.
He slipped a finger inside me, then another. He hooked his hand around to massage my G spot at the same time as he licked my clit.
Usually, it took me a long time to come, unless I did it myself with a vibrator, but he had me on the edge faster than I could ever have imagined. And then pitching over, like a leaf, pulled by the force of a waterfall, unable to stop myself from tumbling down.
I arched my back and screamed his name to the ceiling.
I never came twice, but he didnt let up, drawing my clit between his lips and sucking relentlessly.
Ollie, I cant…
Yes, you can, he insisted, his mouth muffled by my pussy.
I— Maybe I could. I was so close to a second orgasm already. How did he play me so well? It was like he knew my body perfectly.
Come for me, he insisted. I know you can.
At those words, that commanding tone, I came again, harder than before. Harder than I had in my entire life. If I screamed loudly before, it was nothing to how loud I screamed now. The whole building probably heard me.
Let them. I didnt care who knew how well he was taking care of me.
I finally came back down, panting and lightly sweating.
Holy shit, I puffed.
His face shining, he picked up his head and crawled up the bed to me. On the way, he leaned over the side and scooped up his tie.
What are you planning to do with that? I asked, one eyebrow raised speculatively.
His smile widened. That depends on you. What do you want me to do with it?
I thought for a moment, then raised my hands above my head, in front of the vertical slats in my headboard.
As the lady wishes. He wound one end of the tie around my wrists and the other around one of the slats. Not too tight, just enough to feel a slight pressure. Enough to feel like I was voluntarily surrendering control.
I liked it.
He knelt between my legs and looked down at me while he positioned his cock. He was so fucking big. Of course he was. The man was built like a Greek god, or something. Would he even fit?
He finally pressed the tip of his cock into me. I groaned with relief and renewed desire.
He let me get used to the size of him before he pushed in deeper. Once again he stopped so my muscles could relax around him.
I wound my legs around his hips and used my heels to push him all the way in. Tip to balls.
His eyes widened.
You feel amazing. So fucking perfect. His eyes half closed.
Supporting his weight on his knees, he set a slow, easy pace like we had forever.
I closed my own eyes and let myself get carried away with the sensations he sent through my body.
Ollie… I moaned. Id never felt so absolutely full before. This man, he might have been made for me, to exactly my specifications and measurements.
Youre so fucking perfect, I told him. Fuck me harder.
With pleasure. He increased speed, driving into me over and over, grunting with exertion each time. He made the best sounds when he fucked.
Im going to come again, I moaned. How was he drawing a third orgasm out of me? Whatever, I didnt care how, just that he was.
Let me feel you, he insisted.
His words tossed me over the abyss, as though it was the easiest thing in the world.
He followed a moment later, grunting and moving harder and faster.
I called out his name and dug my nails into his back.
Rubie, he whispered hoarsely. Bloody hell. He finally stilled and drew me into his arms, still buried deep inside me, my hands still bound above my head. Youre like no one Ive ever met.
Dont you forget it, I said with a mock growl.
He chuckled. Nothing would ever make me forget you.
I locked my eyes on his. Same here.
He untied my wrists, slid out of me and snuggled up close. We should get some rest. Get our strength up for round two.
I smiled. I havent even finished round one yet.
His eyebrows rose. Challenge accepted. His mouth found mine again, in a gentle kiss which was hot as hell again in a matter of moments.
I awoke with the sun already up. The glow framed the heavy curtains on the windows. I glanced at the watch on my wrist.
Whats the time? Ollie asked sleepily.
Eight oclock,” I replied. Youre not late for work yet. Unless you work really early.
He sat up and blinked a few times. I usually do, or at least a workout. I should probably go soon. He didnt look like he was in any hurry to get out of bed.
Neither was I. I had the kind of lifestyle that let me sleep till noon, if I wanted to, but I didnt though. Call me evil, but Im a morning person.
However, I still needed coffee to get going. I guess that made me neutral evil, or something.
Ill put some coffee on. Reluctantly, I untangled myself from him and the sheets, and grabbed his shirt up from the floor. I turned around and flashed him a sassy smile before I shrugged his shirt on.
I did up a few buttons, just enough for modesty, and padded into the kitchen to start the coffee machine.
At home, I would have asked one of Dads staff to get everything ready for me. Just as well I moved out a few months ago. Although, it had taken me a while to figure out how to use basic appliances.
By the time Ollie appeared, wearing only his pants, the coffee machine was gurgling away.
That smells good, he said sniffing the air. But you smell even better. He drew me into his arms and buried his face in my hair.
I probably had that just fucked look going on. I should probably pull a brush through my hair, but if he didnt care, why should I?
You dont smell so bad yourself. He smelled like dried sweat, sex and aftershave. Or soap. Do guys even use aftershave anymore? The coffee will take a while, do you want to have a shower first? I asked.
Only if you come with me, he said.
How did you know that was exactly what I was thinking? I gave him a sly smile.
Probably because its exactly what I was thinking too. He kissed my hair.
Is this where we say great minds think alike? I took his hand and led him towards the bathroom.
He chuckled. Some of the guys I work with would have some smartass comment to say about that.
I snorted. Pretty much everyone I know would have a smartass comment to say about it. Lucky for us, none of them are here. Lucky for them too, because what they were about to see would burn their eyeballs.
Should I say something smartass? he asked. I mean, just so we arent missing out.
I laughed. How about we dont but say we did. I leaned in and turned on the water in the shower.
That works too, he said. He started to unbutton the shirt I was wearing. It looks better on you than it does on me, but it will look better off you.
I shrugged out of the shirt and started to help him with his pants. Funny, I was about to say the same to you. Seems a shame to cover you up with pants.
Im okay, he said with a half shrug. But you… You are something else. He ran his hands down my sides, fingers touching lightly. Little more than a breath on my skin, it set me on fire.
Or was that the steam from the shower?
I think the water is hot enough now, I said. We shouldnt waste it.
However hot it is, its not as hot as you. He opened the shower door and waved for me to go first.
I bet you say that to all the girls. I gave him a smile over my shoulder.
He followed me in and grabbed the soap to start washing my back. If I did, I didnt mean it. But I mean it now.
Oh really? I ducked my head so he could wash the back of my neck. Most guys would claim there are no other girls.
None that matter, he said firmly. He groaned.
I turned around, question on my face. Is something wrong? For a moment I was worried he would tell me about a girlfriend hed forgotten until now.
I sound like a dick, he complained. Like I just have a bunch of one night stands or something. I dont. I just…
I put my hands on his firm shoulders. Its okay. Its not like I havent been around a bit. It was fun at the time, and sometimes I thought it meant something. Now, I realise it didnt. Its just a matter of perspective, you know?
Yeah, I do know. Thats how it is. Ive had relationships before but they never came to anything. He smiled slowly. I guess thats obvious, or I wouldnt be naked in a shower with you.
Id hope not, I said dryly. Cheating is something I do not tolerate. Deal-breaker. End of story. I did not want a man who was like my father. Id rather be single for the rest of my life. Or a crazy cat lady who lived on coffee, donuts and never brushing my hair.
Anyone who would cheat on you not only doesnt deserve you, but theyre probably a ball-less idiot, he said firmly.
That sounds accurate, I said. They are certainly the lowest of the low.
He nodded. Even lower than people who put milk in the bowl before they put in cereal.
I slapped him lightly on the chest. No one does that. I cocked my head. Do they?
No one I know, he admitted. But if they did, I hope they get the help they so obviously need.
I laughed and took the soap from his hand. I started rubbing it around his chest and down his stomach. Damn, man, are you actually made of rock? I made him turn around and started on his ass.
I dont think so, he replied. Just blood, sweat, a lot of hard work.
Good. Id hate to think you were born this way. It would be totally unfair to us mere mortals. I lathered up and down his back.
I could say the same about you. In fact I would. He wriggled his ass playfully. I was worried you might end up being too good to be true.
My hand froze.
He might think that once he found out who I was.