Chapter 25 #2
He nods. He steps toward me and I meet him in the middle.
I raise up on my toes to kiss him. His lips linger on mine, his hands cupping my face.
The kiss is sweet and apologetic, and it’s not nearly as intense as I need it to be.
I pull back and look him in the eye. “Is it bad that even with all of the fighting, I’ve been dying to finish what we started yesterday in the shower? ”
He shakes his head, his smile growing wider. He traces the curve of my hip with his hand. “We have the whole place to ourselves right now. Want to make as much noise as we can?”
“We have eighteen condoms left,” I remind him. “Think we have time to use them all?”
“Only eighteen? I don’t know if that will be enough.”
He bends down and kisses my shoulder, then leaves a trail of kisses up my neck until he gets to my ear. “I really liked eating you out yesterday,” he whispers. He continues kissing up my jaw.
The confession makes me shiver. It sends goosebumps over my body. “No one has ever done that for me before,” I admit.
His lips reach mine and he pauses. “I feel bad for every guy you’ve ever been with, then,” he says. “They don’t know what they were missing out on.”
He reaches down and pulls my legs up around his waist, then carries me to the bed.
He lays me on my back and hovers over me.
There’s a primal look in his eyes right before he presses his body against mine.
I can feel his hard length between my legs.
I wish we didn’t have all these clothes between us.
His mouth finds my neck and he bites it gently.
He moves a little lower and bites my collarbone.
He lifts my shirt up. When he sees that I’m not wearing a bra, he sucks in a breath and presses his body into mine with a little more force.
He kisses each of my breasts, then teases my nipple with his tongue.
I wrap my legs around his back and pull him in closer.
I need his body right now. This wait is slowly killing me.
“This is in the way,” he growls, pulling my shirt all the way off.
“So is this.” I sit up with him and pull his shirt up over his head. I toss it onto the floor.
He lays me back down and kisses a trail down my body.
I suck in a breath when he gets to a ticklish spot on my belly.
He keeps going until his lips reach my pajama shorts.
He looks up at me, then continues downward, kissing me through my shorts.
I can feel his hot breath as he gives me a playful bite.
It makes me even wetter. I squirm, needing more.
He turns his head, his lips grazing the inside of my thigh.
He plants light kisses along my sensitive skin, heading back down until his lips are almost where I want them, but then he goes back up and I think I might go crazy.
“Oliver,” I plead.
The hair on his head tickles my legs as he continues kissing me, each touch of his lips a tease that makes me need him more. He keeps his head down, not bothering to look up at me. “Hmm?”
“Please.”
“I want to hear you tell me what you want,” he says. His voice vibrates against my shorts.
“I want you.”
“You want me to do what?” he prods.
I don’t know why I feel shy now, as if he isn’t already just a piece of fabric away from what I want him to do. “You know what I want.”
His lips move up my other thigh. “Tell me,” he says. “Or I won’t do it.”
“I want you to eat me out,” I tell him. “And then I want you to fuck my brains out.”
Without wasting another second, he grabs my waistband and pulls my shorts down, bringing my panties down with them.
Before my shorts even hit the floor, his mouth is back on me, except this time there isn’t anything in the way.
I had thought that this felt amazing yesterday, but somehow it feels even better right now.
I grab onto the sheets because it feels like doing so is the only thing holding me to the bed right now.
His hands bracket my hips, holding me in place, his fingers squeezing me with each flick of his tongue like he just can’t get enough of me.
I lose all control. He holds onto me tighter, letting me ride out my orgasm against his mouth.
When it begins to taper off, he releases me. He gets off the bed to pull his own pants off. I watch, my eyes dropping down to his waistline. His underwear drops down, but my gaze stays fixed where it is.
“My eyes are up here,” he says with a smirk.
I laugh, blushing. “Get back here.” Rolling onto my stomach, I lean over and grab him by the hips, pulling him back to me. He drops back onto the bed, turning me so that I’m on my back again.
He props up onto his elbows so that he can look at me. Our bodies come together at our chests. I can feel every inch of him below that. His hard length rests between my legs, but he doesn’t enter me yet.
“Do you need me to beg for it?” I ask. I bend my knees over his back, pulling him closer to me. When his length presses against me, I feel an aftershock of the orgasm he gave me just a minute ago. “I need you inside of me.”
He reaches for his backpack on the nightstand and pulls out a foil packet. It’s not the same sheet of condoms that Tina gave us. He rips it open and puts it on. “I brought my own,” he says when he looks up at me. It’s like he can read my mind.
He repositions himself between my legs, then eases in slowly.
I bite his shoulder as he inches in. I can’t bear the wait any longer.
I wrap my legs around his backside and pull him all the way in.
He pulls back out and pushes in again, harder this time.
Each time he fills me up, I feel like I’m brought outside of my own body, like I’m both watching from above and feeling every inch of him at the same time.
He buries his face in my neck, his hot breath arousing against my ear.
His body is like ecstasy and he’s feeding my addiction.
I need it to survive and I’m starving. The way our bodies move together feels like he was designed just for me.
He wraps his arms around me and then rolls with me so that he’s on his back and I’m on top of him.
He holds onto my hips as I rock against him.
His hands trail down my thighs and back up again, tracing the curves of my waist and then cupping my breasts before settling back down on my hips.
“I love the way you ride me,” he says.
He watches me with dark eyes, taking me in.
I lean forward so that my chest is against his.
My hair falls over his face. I can feel the buildup coming as I ride him.
Every nerve ending stands on edge. I use his body for my own selfish pleasure, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
This feeling intensifies, and I keep riding it higher and higher until I can’t hold on anymore.
I tip over the edge and as I come, I dig my fingers into Oliver’s shoulders.
I shudder out a moan, not caring how loud I am or if anyone else can hear me.
Just when I think that it’s over, Oliver grips my ass and thrusts into me, keeping the waves of this orgasm going until it’s clear that it was just the beginning.
I lose all control of myself as he takes over my body.
I’ve never been here before—not on this level that he has me on now.
It’s the touch of his hands as he feels my body and the way he whispers the things he wants to do to me.
He rolls me onto my back again and as I ride out the final waves, he pushes deep into me once more.
I can feel his cock throbbing as I pulsate around him.
When he finishes, he lets go, dropping his body onto mine.
Our chests move together as we breathe in sync.
He props up onto his elbows so that he’s not crushing me with his weight.
I trace the ridges of his shoulders and back with my fingertips.
He watches me. I feel like I don’t need to say anything because somehow it seems like he’s inside my head and he knows all of my darkest thoughts.
I’ve already made the mistake of assuming he can read minds once, though. I’m not making it again. “I feel amazing right now,” I tell him. “ That was amazing.”
He smiles. “ You are amazing.”
He dips down and touches his lips to mine.
Even though he was just inside of me, his kiss sends a tingle over my body that makes my toes curl.
He rolls off of me. I turn onto my side and rest my head against his chest. It’s quiet in the cabin.
I can hear his heartbeat, the chirping of birds outside the window, and the humming of the refrigerator downstairs.
I close my eyes, listening to all of these noises. My heart rate slows. My mind quiets down and I…
My eyes fly open. I sit up and look at Oliver, who seems surprised by my sudden movement. “Do you think that Tina and Ryan were being a little weird about the hike they were going on?”
He laughs. “Why are you thinking about Tina and Ryan right now?”
“I wasn’t, but something they both said just popped into my mind.”
He frowns. “What was it?”
“They were both emphasizing how romantic their hike was going to be. You don’t think that Ryan would say ‘screw it’ to all of the plans for next weekend and propose to her up on the summit, do you?”
Oliver thinks about it. “He doesn’t have the ring, but… I don’t know. What about Tina?”
“She’s been known to do impulsive things.
” I have a bad feeling about this. Oliver and I have both put in too much time and effort to see it all go to waste.
Maybe it’s selfish because it’s not my proposal, and someone else’s happiness shouldn’t depend on how much time I’ve invested in something.
Even so, it’s not just about me, either.
Oliver’s band students have been working hard at learning the music and the dance moves and preparing for the big day.
There are a lot of people who have been hired, deposits paid, and fireworks purchased all for this event that could be ruined just by one impulsive move up on the summit.
“We need to stop them,” Oliver says.