“No. Why would I?”
It hit me then. He’d asked the question because of Ben. The fucker had mocked him, made him feel small. For him to offer his body to me like this required a massive dose of courage. And he’d trusted me enough to do it.
It wasn’t my place to burst with pride for him, but I did.
“Sorry I laughed.” I quickly went for damage control. “It’s the nerves.”
He cupped my left cheek. “You’re nervous?”
“Of course I am. I thought you hated me up until now.” Oh, shit I was already killing my boner with talking. “This is a massive surprise. A good one, but still a tad unreal.”
He smiled, pushing an errant strand of hair behind my ear. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“We can stop,” I said. “If this is too much.”
“No. I’m fine. I like it. I want it. I don’t know what this means, but I know I want more of it.”
Music to my ears. And I guess it didn’t have to mean anything other than sex. Friends fucked sometimes—those types of friendships with benefits I heard so much about. What would be so wrong with that? When the going got too tough, we’d get naked and expel the tension. Sounded good to me. Comfort came in so many flavors.
But there were already flutters of feelings caught in a net, stronger than friendship.
I slammed a door on them.
Ollie moved his hand down to my chest. “I haven’t been with anyone since Ben. I was afraid of being rejected.” He released a nervous laugh. “Thought you might gag when I whipped my dick out.”
I snorted gently. “I think we’ve established I don’t gag easily.” I threw him a wink.
His smile lit up his face with such stunning glee. “I’m glad.” He took a deep breath. “This doesn’t feel real or like me.” He took the gold ring in my left nipple between his thumb and finger. “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Knock on the door,” I said, a tremble of pleasure running through me as he brushed against my swollen nub.
“You what?” he questioned, his lips curling into a grin.
“It looks like a door knocker, don’t you think?”
“I guess so,” he said with a cocked eyebrow.
“Knock on it.”
He laughed, the deep rumble greeting my balls, making my cock beg to be free. And he knocked, the tickle enough to fire the gun on the next round.
“What happens?—”
I rolled off him, removed my jeans, then rolled back on top of him all within like ten seconds.
“This is what happens,” I purred.
Fresh heat prickled across my skin. His body brushing against mine was exquisite, as if it was meant to be. I shuffled myself down his muscular body, my arse meeting his hardness.
It needs to be inside me…
He chuckled, taking hold of the gold ring. “What happens if I knock again?”
A dissenting inner voice responded with,It will getour clothes back on and our butts off to discuss the ins and outs of the dangers ahead.
“Try it,” I said aloud. “But before you do, is the lube in this drawer?” I pointed to the right bedside table.
“Is that a clue?” he asked, his other hand stroking my hip.
