Chapter 6
Lacey
Oh my god! Did that really just happen? I can’t believe it. The feel of Oliver’s lips on mine lingers long after I’ve shut the door to my tiny apartment. I let out a long breath, the silence slicing straight through me.
I understand Oliver’s need not to have sex with me in his car, but I wanted it so badly. Little does he know I’m a virgin. And even though I’ve often fantasized about my first time with Oliver Green, it was never in the front seat of his vehicle.
Although I wouldn’t have minded one bit. I exhale another shaky breath, my heartbeat still rampant. There’s a soft knock at my front door, and I move quickly to look through the peephole.
Oliver stands on my front doorstep, and I open the door quickly.
“Oliver,” I whisper.
He doesn’t even speak, just moves like lightning, folding me into his arms and crushing his lips to mine in a searing kiss. He slams the door shut with his foot, and locks it quickly, his mouth never leaving mine.
We move together, toward the couch, neither of us stopping long enough to see where we’re going. He lowers me onto the couch, and his hands work double time to remove my blouse.
“I couldn’t go home,” he whispers against my lips.
“I didn’t want you to.” I let him consume with his kiss. A kiss I never want to end. This man has been a fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember, and now here I am. In his arms.
He leans me back, his hand racing up my thigh. “Please tell me if you want me to stop. Because once I start I won’t be able to stop no matter how hard I try.”
I shake my head from side to side. “I don’t want you to stop. Ever.” I gaze into his dark eyes. “I want you to be my first.”
He stalls, his mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait… what?”
I shouldn’t have opened my mouth, and I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m a virgin, but it’s okay…” I start to sit up. “I want you to be my first.”
He sits up, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’ve never had another man…” his words fall away.
“Never.”
It’s almost as if he visibility hardens in front of me. “Fuck,” he whispers, slowly. “Lacey, I should walk out your front door, but for some reason knowing you’re a virgin only makes me want you more.” He breathes out. “I must be fucking losing my mind. You should tell me to leave.”
I grab his hand, placing it over my pounding heart. “I don’t want you to go.”
His eyes bore into mine. “Fuck, Lacey. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you.” His hand slides lower, moving across my breast. He dips his hand beneath my bra. He massages my breast, his thumb rubbing over my pebbled nipple.
“Ahh,” I moan out.
Something darkens in his eyes. “Lacey, I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers as he continues kneading my breast with one hand. “But I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I feel brave. “Show me.”
A small smile tilts his lips upward. “You’re such a naughty girl. I can tell.” He stands from the couch, his hands moving to the waistband of his suit pants. He unbuckles his belt and my breath hitches.
He removes his pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs. He steps out of his socks and shoes and pants all in one quick motion. Now he’s standing before me in nothing but his boxer-briefs and white button-down shirt.
“Wow,” I whisper, noticing the large outline of his dick through his underwear.
“You like what you see?” he asks as he slowly unbuttons each button. He removes his shirt, letting it fall to the floor and I’m left speechless.
“Wow, again.” I never would have thought Oliver Green would have the body of a Greek god, but he so does.
He’s gorgeous, with rippling muscles that cord back and forth all over his chest. He’s tanned from the sun, and he definitely works out. He runs a hand over his hard abs. “The way you’re staring at me has me thinking bad things, Lacey.”
I lick my lips. “Like what?”
“Like how badly I want to fuck you. How I want to fuck you for the rest of my life. How I know this is so fucking wrong, but I no longer care. I’m never letting you get away from me.”
I smile wide. “Good. I’ve thought about this so many times, but it’s never been like this.”
His eyes darken. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I never knew you’d be this sexy.” I blush and he smiles.
“You thought I wouldn’t be sexy?”
I giggle softly. “I knew you were sexy, but never like this.” I lick my lips again.
“You keep licking your lips like that and I’m going to have to stuff my thick cock in your mouth. It’s almost like you’re begging for it every time you do that.”
I give him my best sultry look. “Maybe I am.”
He closes his eyes and leans his head back.
“Ah, fuck me. You’re killing me, Lacey.” He rubs a hand over the hard ridge beneath his briefs.
“You’re making me harder than I’ve ever been before.
” His eyes connect with mine. “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you, little girl. ”
I unhook my bra, removing it from my body. I lift my skirt just a little to tease him. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He removes his boxer-briefs and my eyes widen. I definitely wasn’t expecting that. “What’s wrong?” he asks as he notices my expression.
“It’s so… big.” I drop the hem of my skirt, suddenly afraid of how badly it’ll hurt.
He fists his enormous dick with one hand, the head angry and leaking liquid from the tip. “Baby, you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m going to fit this fucker deep inside you where you’ll be begging me to never stop. It’s going to feel so fucking good, promise.”
“I trust you.”