Chapter 25
Alice Mendes
I text Catarina to let her know I'll be spending the weekend at Oliver's place, and surprisingly, she just sends me a thumbs-up emoji.
Seriously? Just a sticker? I set my phone aside and lie down on the bed.
Oliver pulls me close and I snuggle against his chest—it feels so good being pressed against his body, so good that I drift off to sleep.
I wake up startled, looking around trying to figure out where I am.
I smell coffee and remember I spent the night at Oliver's apartment, and I smile thinking about the night before.
I get up, head to the bathroom, and see there's a new toothbrush waiting for me.
I take a quick shower, freshen up, and as I'm leaving the room, I spot one of his shirts and decide to put it on.
His scent on the shirt brings back memories of last night. It felt so good having him go down on me and then fuck me with that delicious cock. I blush just thinking about it and get wet all over again, wanting more. I leave the room and head toward the kitchen, where I find the table already set.
“Good morning!” I greet him with a smile.
“You're awake? When I left the room, you were out cold. I came to make coffee and was just about to call you, but I see you found your way,” he says, noticing I'm wearing his shirt.
“Yeah, I used your shower and borrowed a shirt and boxers, since I don't have any panties,” I say, blushing. He walks toward me.
“I can give you as many panties as you want,” he says, running his fingers up my leg. He slips his hand inside the boxers and finds my pussy already soaking wet. He kisses me and murmurs, “Still greeting me this wet? I think breakfast is going to have to wait.”
Oliver grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the kitchen counter.
He rips the shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere, but we don't care.
He kisses me and grabs my breasts hard. I moan into his mouth as he tears off the boxers I'm wearing while pushing down his own—which is all he has on. He says:
“I'm clean, and I promise I won't come inside. I just want to feel you skin to skin. Can I?”
I nod. He lifts my legs onto the counter, leaving me completely open, then lowers his mouth to my pussy and licks me. With his free hand, he massages my clit, and minutes later he makes me come. He laps up every drop and kisses me.
“Taste yourself—see how good it is.” And he buries himself all the way inside me in one thrust. I cry out because he's so big.
I'm still sore from last night and not used to his size.
Oliver lays me back on the counter, grabs my waist with one hand, holds my legs up with the other, and starts fucking me hard.
He slides the hand from my waist up to my neck and squeezes gently.
This turns me on so much—like a total alpha male.
He takes my hand, places it on my breast, and tells me to squeeze my nipples. I obey immediately.
Holding my legs, he rests them back on the counter, leaving me completely open for him.
He moves his hand to my clit and massages it.
I go crazy in this new position, all open and exposed for him, and it makes me come wildly.
It feels so good. He picks up the pace until I feel him pull out of me, his hand stroking his cock up and down.
Seconds later, he spills all over my belly.
Satisfied, he kisses me and picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom. As he carries me, he says:
“Relax, there's more coming later. I'm not done with you yet.” I smile and say:
“I'm looking forward to it.”
I ended up staying the whole weekend at his place. We had sex everywhere. I felt so turned on when he fucked me pressed against the glass wall of the living room, looking out at the whole city, feeling like people might be watching us. It was amazing to discover this fetish.
I got home Sunday night. All I wanted was to sleep—spending those days with Oliver was exhausting.
My birthday is this week. I always get sad around this time, and I have no reason to celebrate.
I take a shower, and soon Cata comes into my room, asking about everything.
I tell her some things, but she's not satisfied and wants more.
I promise I'll tell her everything another day.
“Okay, friend, I'm only letting you off the hook because of this week, but as soon as it's over, you're not getting away from me. I want to know everything.”
She kisses my forehead and leaves, closing the door. Tomorrow will be a new day. I fall asleep before I even realize it.