Chapter 39
A Full-Course Meal
Kodi
I’d pictured fucking Kean multiple times.
More than was appropriate given he was sorta my higher up.
But in all those times, in not a single one of those solo sessions did I imagine him to talk.
Be assertive, demanding, yes. But to have a mouth that could melt me without touching, no, no I didn’t picture that at all.
But maybe that’s because I was picturing Kean, the soccer player. Not Olli, my childhood friend, a full person beyond his work.
I was now regretting letting old … annoyances edit what I wanted. I was thinking of men who treated things as an equivalent exchange when voicing my hesitance. It was always unsaid and lackluster on both ends. I didn’t want that with Olli.
In truth, I really wanted to suck his dick. He’s been pressed up against me enough that I had a good idea of his size and how he’d use it. I also loved the idea of making him lose control, of giving him pleasure.
But a part of me needed to hear him say it wasn’t an obligation so I could enjoy it.
And fuck if he didn’t say it in the most perfect fucking way.
Olli shuffled away from me on the bed, but before I had a chance to complain, his hands slid under my waist and up my back to lift me.
Seated upright, he kissed the top of my head before sliding the zipper of my dress down.
The maroon fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled around my waist. Olli’s eyes darkened as he looked down at my chest, the corner of his mouth tilting up ever so slightly before he reached out and pulled off my pasties.
“Oh my god!” My face burned and I fell back onto the bed, hands covering my eyes. “I totally forgot they were there.”
“Do you need these?” Olli said, fighting a laugh.
“Oh, yes, I spent like 80 bucks on these.” I uncovered my face to reach out and grab the plastic covers from Olli, then crawled up the bed to rest them on the side table.
“Hmm.”
“Look, they’re like the best quality and have lasted me years. They’re worth every penny.” When I turned back, Olli was smiling at me. Not laughing, but smiling. Like an old friend happy to see me be silly, happy to be with me.
“I wasn’t judging you,” he said softly, eyes roaming down to my bare breast, gaze quickly reheating. “Though I would like to take their place.”
“Well,” I said through a giggle. “They’re kinda intended to keep my tits covered and my nipples … not hard. I have a feeling you want to do the opposite.”
The right corner of Olli’s lip tilted up and he held out a hand. “Come back over here, baby.”
Baby. I’d slipped and called him that and now he was returning the favor.
Did it make his heart flutter the way it did mine?
I crawled back to the edge of the bed and as soon as I was within reach, Olli pulled me closer, settled me up on my knees, my arms around his neck.
He slid his hands down my side, pushing the dress over my waist. I pushed up to my feet and kicked it off onto the floor before letting my knees drop back down.
But before they could hit the bed, Olli’s hands splayed over my back, holding me up so my tits were level with his face.
“Definitely going for the opposite,” he murmured, his breath creating a wave of goose bumps over my breasts.
His hands moved to my sides and up to cup my breasts, pushing them together, kneading the underside, releasing tension and making me moan.
Olli groaned before leaning in to lick one nipple then the other.
I let my head fall back, trusting Olli to hold me up as he devoured me.
And fuck did he devour my tits, licking my nipples with rough passes of his tongue and a sense of urgency, like I was ice cream melting in the summer sun.
And once my nipples were hard as rocks, he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin before switching to the other side.
The move was rough but done so gently that it burned.
Burned not just on my skin, but in my mind.
“This,” Olli said roughly, a finger hooking around the thin band of my thong and tugging. “Does this need to be saved, too?”
“Are you gonna tear them off?” I asked, breathless and excited.
I vaguely recalled picking out a nice-ish thong, something that I wouldn’t let a lesser man ruin.
But this was Olli, this was the hot soccer player that I’ve been lusting after for over a month, this was the man who just said he’d be happy just eating me out.
Yeah, he could definitely tear my panties, no matter how much they cost.
“Please,” he begged and my head snapped back up to nod frantically.
The tear of fabric instantly filled the air and if there was any doubt I was wet, it was completely gone as my arousal began to drip down my thighs.
Olli’s hand went back to my waist before sliding down to my inner thigh, lightly tapping there and asking sweetly, “Can I feel?”
“Oh my god, yes,” I said, nodding again as I shuffled my knees apart. Olli chuckled but didn’t comment on my excitement. Instead, he inched his fingers up my thigh, taking one slow sweep over my weeping cunt.
“Fuck,” he hissed, resting his forehead against my chest.
I didn’t like him not looking at me.
“Olli.” I took his chin and tilted him up. “Eyes on me when you slide into my pussy for the first time.”
The brightness of his green eyes melted into whatever the green equivalent of honey was. Maybe a sauna green? Whatever color they were, it made my knees shake. But I shook even more as Olli slid his hand back between my legs, passing over my clit before slowly sinking two fingers into me.
I had to let go of his chin and grab his shoulders to stay up as he curved his fingers and stroked my G-spot.
“Nuh-uh,” Olli tsked. His free hand went to my hair, tightening at the nape of my neck . “I want your eyes on me, too.”
“Then don’t make them roll to the back of my head,” I argued weakly, trying to fight exactly that as he made another pass, this time pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, palm grinding against my swollen clit.
“Do your best for me then, okay?”
I nodded frantically, my grip on his shoulders tightening as he started to test different rhythms and stroke patterns until he found one that made everything shake uncontrollably.
Then he repeated the movement over and over again, sending waves of hot pleasure through me.
And I tried to keep my eyes on him, tried to watch the hunger in his eyes tint with satisfaction, but I just couldn’t.
Not when the orgasm that washed over me was so intense that I couldn’t keep myself upright, let alone my eyes open.
“Olli,” I whimpered as he continued fingering me, the rhythm slowing just enough to not overstimulate me, but consistent enough to prolong the shaking pleasure.
“Good?” he whispered back, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I nodded and hummed, unable to formulate a more complex response. “Good. Does that mean I can get on my knees and taste you now? You came so much, so fucking beautifully, and I wanna clean that mess up.”
“Yes, please.”
Olli chuckled before gently lowering me down to the bed.
When he stood back up, his eyes traveled over my body as he undid his shirt.
He tossed it aside and sank to his knees, throwing my legs over his broad shoulders, not wasting a second before leaning in to lick my cunt.
My hips jerked away, the sensation too sudden for me to handle.
“Kodi,” Olli grumbled as his hands went to my thighs, grip tight as he pinned them on his shoulders.
“Sorry,” I squeaked.
“Do you want me to stop?” His fingers made little divots in my thighs, like the idea of not eating me out caused him physical pain.
“No,” I said quickly. I pushed up onto an elbow and reached a hand out to cup his chin. “It’s just … a lot after just coming, you know?”
Olli’s brows furrowed and he looked down at my cunt, licking his lips. Then his eyes met mine and he asked, “Can I keep going if I slow down?”
I shifted my hips up, presenting him with his meal. He kissed the inside of my thigh before leaning closer to my pussy. But I pulled away.
“Say please,” I teased, unable to fight a smile. Olli looked up at me with a frustrated glare and when his eyes landed on my lips, on the smile, he yanked my ass back. But instead of immediately diving back in, he looked up at me.
“Please,” he said, his breath heating my cunt. “Let me get a good taste of this pretty pussy. Let me apologize for being an ass, let me make you feel good, let me eat until my beard goes white. Please.”
How could I say no to such heaven?
Moving my hand to his hair, I tugged him closer. “Enjoy your meal, Olli baby.”
There was a twinkle in his eye, a bright light that was the only hint I had before his mouth closed over my pussy and his tongue swirled around my opening.
He traced the edges three times, enough to make my legs shake, before taking the tip of his tongue and flicking my clit.
I screamed, grip on his hair tightening like it was the only thing keeping tethered me to reality.
And instead of slowing or easing up or asking me to ease up, he kept at it.
He wound me up and up and up with each twist and pass of his tongue.
And when I thought I’d be stuck at this peak of overwhelmed pleasure, Olli slid his fingers into me.
“Fuck,” I screamed, back arching up, legs tightening around his head, sight completely whiting out as I experienced heaven on earth.
“Fucking delicious,” Olli murmured, his licks slowing so he could savor the taste of my orgasm. And even though he was gentle, I was so swollen, each pass made my whole body quiver.
“Olli,” I whined, tugging at his hair, trying to get him to join me on the bed. “I need you up here now.”