Chapter 39 #2
The word need wasn’t exactly right; it undersold what I felt by a lot. But I was suddenly physically and painfully aware that I hadn’t seen him naked yet, hadn’t felt his weight on mine, his skin on mine. And that was a fucking tragedy.
“One more, baby. You taste amazing and I need more of it. Just one more.”
“Selfish,” I tsked.
“Selfish?” he scoffed. “Says the greedy girl who couldn’t keep her hands off this pussy while thinking about me.
” Olli pushed three fingers into me, the stretch and friction making me delirious.
How did it keep getting better? “I think letting me lap up one more orgasm when I haven’t touched myself in over a month is pretty fair. ”
I couldn’t do anything but whine in reply.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispered before his tongue wrapped around my clit.
He swirled around it three times before sealing his lips over me and sucking.
My hips bucked, meeting his fingers as he thrust, then just riding his face because there was no fighting it.
If this man wanted his beard coated, then I could do that for him.
And do it fast, too, because holy fuck was Olli a quick learner.
I don’t think even I’ve figured out how to make myself come so fast. I’m sure with some alone time, a good storyline, and a well-powered toy, I could figure it out.
But it was like Olli had some cheat code, knew exactly how to make everything burn so good.
“Olli,” I whined, vision blurry as I approached another orgasm. Olli hummed around me and I came like my soul was being ripped out. A forceful but pleasurable outer body experience.
Olli finally lifted his head, lips glistening, and looked at me with a mix of hunger and softness I’d never seen in a man.
He kissed my inner thigh and it was like the soul he’d ripped out was gently put back in place.
The whiteout of the orgasm was gone and suddenly all I could hear was our ragged breath, all I could feel was the way his thumb stroked my ankle.
I reached out to him again, making a grabby motion with my hand. If he tried to delay our bodies joining any longer, I might actually die. And I think Olli saw that, because this time he took my hand, intertwined our fingers, and stood to lean over and kiss me.
Olli tasted like me. Of course, he did. I just came all over his face, twice.
If he didn’t taste like me, something wild happened.
But knowing he’d taste like me and actually tasting it were two different things.
And it made me feel one thing very distinctly, mine.
My childhood friend, my player, my grumpy asshole, just mine.
Obviously I was orgasm high, but so long as I didn’t say anything out loud, I could let myself enjoy the feeling.
“Just a second, baby,” Olli said after a soft kiss, before pulling away. For a second, I thought he was just moving to take off the rest of his clothes. Maybe set his slacks neatly aside because they were nice, expensive clothes after all. But then he started walking to the bathroom and I shot up.
“Where’re you going?” I whined. If he wanted to brush his teeth after going down on me, that’d be fair, but … I liked the way I tasted on his tongue far too much to let him do that without a fight.
“To get a condom.” He pointed to the bathroom sink, brow furrowed like he was confused why I was confused.
“They’re not in the bedside table?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at the table in question.
“No. Why would they be in there?” he asked, voice going distant as he stepped into the bathroom.
Not believing him, I crawled over to the table and opened the drawer.
And lo and behold, there was nothing in there but Icy Hot, a few other meds, and a sudoku book.
Not even lotion for him to stroke it with or whatever guys used.
“What’re you doing?”
I turned to see Olli’d returned, a condom in one hand and no clothes on.
“I just … didn’t believe there weren’t condoms …
in there,” I said, struggling to speak at the sight of him.
I’d seen Olli shirtless before. I’ve seen nearly every soccer player I follow shirtless.
So the abs, the V, shouldn’t surprise me.
But they did. I think it was something about the soft light of a bedroom that made them look different, more … mouth watering.
And then there was his cock, which was more like mouth drenching, pussy drenching.
All of it. I was soaked in every way possible at the sight of his dick, crying even.
He was so fucking hard, skin stained, a dark tint from all the blood flowing there, veins like lightning paths.
How could he stand with that behemoth? How had he resisted touching himself when he was so hard?
“I don’t need condoms often enough to keep them in there,” Olli said, voice deep, clearly affected by the way I was staring at his cock. “But I will for you.”
“Oh, yeah, you definitely will.” I pushed up to my knees and met Olli at the edge of the bed. With one hand on the nape of his neck to hold myself up, I trailed the other down his side, teasing over his hip bone. “Because there’s no way I’m not coming back for seconds.”
“Seconds?” he repeated, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “I think you’ve already had thirds.”
I grazed my nails down his thighs then gently scooped his balls before stroking his cock. Olli hissed, forehead resting on mine, eyes tightly closed.
“Kodi.”
“Olli.” I gave him another stroke, relishing how his shoulders shook. “I’d like to confirm that I would 100 percent like to suck your dick at a later date. I’d offer to do it now, but I seriously think that if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll —”
Olli crashed into me, his lips on mine, hands on my back as he lowered us down onto the bed.
His kiss was frantic, grazing teeth, drool rolling down our chins.
A beautiful mess as our bodies were finally pressed together, his heat and weight making me feel whole.
Or maybe not whole, but fully present, grounded, tying the moment of us being together like this to reality.
“I can’t think about anything else but getting inside you.” He thrust his hips and his cock slipped out of my hand to reposition between my thighs. He slid between my legs, grinding over my clit. I lifted my hips, whining nonsense that was supposed to be begging for him, but he pulled away.
“We’ve gotta get the condom on first,” he said through gritted teeth. I was tempted to argue that we didn’t need the condom. I was on birth control and having a kid with his bright green eyes didn’t sound all that bad.
But I pulled my hips back and grabbed the condom from him.
I tore it open, letting the eagerness to fuck him change gears from being willing to bear his children to being meticulous with how I rolled the latex over his erection, memorizing the shape of him, how he twitched.
When he was fully covered, I tightened my grip at his base and his breath became ragged.
“Kodi, please.”
Without a word, I notched his cock into me and he slowly sank his hips down until our pelvises were pressed together.
Finally being filled, filled by him, was relieving.
Like I wouldn’t be surprised if I was crying because all my brain could do was say finally over and over again. It was just that good.
“You’re fucking perfection, Kodi. Every inch of you,” Olli murmured, face nuzzled into my neck, pressing full kisses to my collarbone.
“You wanna talk about inches?” I joked, my pussy fluttering from just how full I was.
Olli chuckled, rocking his hips into me, testing what I could handle.
But after all that warming up, I didn’t want him to take it easy on me.
So I shifted, finagling my legs up onto his shoulders and tilting my hips to take him deeper.
Olli hissed and I cupped his cheek again, smiling as I wiped a stray strand of my come from his beard.
“I want every inch of you, okay? Don’t hold back. I can’t wait to watch you come apart.”
“Even if that means I won’t last long?” he asked, brow furrowed like it took all his concentration to not come immediately.
“Greedy.” I clicked my tongue. “You got to watch me come how many times already? And you still want more? When do I get to make you come undone?”
Olli gave me a lopsided grin before pulling all but the head of his cock out of me.
“Whatever you want, baby.” And then before I could even take another breath, Olli slammed back in to me. My back immediately arched off the bed and my soul was out my body, only returning when he repeated the move.
It was heaven to have him roughly fuck me into the mattress, to feel the way his cock pulsed as he filled me. But I had said something about making him come and I was a woman of my word. Or at least I wanted to be when it came to him.
Squeezing every lower muscle I had the ability to squeeze, I reached around Olli’s waist to grab his ass and hold him close. His hips stuttered and he cursed against my skin.
“Stop doing that,” he grunted as his thrusts turned to ruts.
“No.” I let go of one cheek to grab his hair, pulling until his eyes met mine. I did another Kegel and his eyes fluttered. “I told you I wanted to make you come.”
“Kodi.” He said my name weakly, like it was all he could get out, his eyes fighting to stay open as he continued his shallow thrusts. “I just want this to last a little longer. Just …”
I placed a thumb on his lips and he stopped talking.
“Who do you want to satisfy more? You or me?”
“You,” he said quickly, breath ragged as he buried himself so deep in me that I saw stars.
“Then,” I started, words breathy as I tried to remember what I wanted to say. “Do what I say and come for me.”
And just like that, he came undone.