“Oh, yes I am, and I dare Ollie to watch me the entire time,” Bria said before she crawled to the middle. The rise out of Ollie was what she wanted. My eyes rushed to see everyone else’s reaction, but all eyes were on Bria as she lay on the floor, knees spread apart, her sex directly in front of Ollie.
“Come on, get off the floor. You’re making a fool of yourself,” Ollie said, still maintaining what little composure he had left.
Bria wiggled on the floor. “You either watch me or strip off your last article of clothing.”
Ollie clenched his jaw and looked up at me.
“No, not at Mia. Look at me,” Bria hissed before dipping her fingers into her panties.
“Oh, shit,” Isaac breathed.
“Stop, Bria,” Ollie pressed. “Your drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing, and Isaac—” he slapped his friend in the chest “—stop provoking her.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Bria said. “I’ll let you touch me, Ollie. Right here …” Bria continued to rub herself inside her panties. My stomach twisted into knots as I looked over at Ollie, but he tried to focus on everything else in the room besides Bria and what she was doing to herself.
“Is this what you wanted?” Ollie asked out loud as he stood and gathered his clothes. “Fuck you, and fuck you...” he said, pointing to Bria and Isaac. “I’m not playing.”
“Calm down, mate. She asked me to,” Isaac said in defense. “I only gave her what she wanted. You always have to ruin everyone else’s good time.”
Ollie fell over his mattress and shook his head.
What exactly was the goal behind her motives? Did she want to see Ollie’s reaction? Did she really want Ollie to touch her? Who was I kidding? Of course, she did. She’d been trying to get with Ollie since before I had arrived.
I stayed beside Jake against the wall as the rest of them continued going over strip or dares. The whispers between Bria and Isaac continued, and eventually, all my dares turned physical, and my clothes started coming off.
“You guys have it out for Mia tonight, yeah?” Alicia said, noticing the tension in the room. Only in my bra and underwear, I swam in the pressure.
“Alright, Mia, last strip or dare. Don’t worry. It’s easy. You only have to kiss Isaac,” Bria said casually.
How did I always find myself in these situations? I glanced over at Ollie, and he motioned me over with the come-hither finger and defeat in his eyes. I shook my head at him. We couldn’t let them win. My eyes scanned the circle until they fell over Bria. She lifted her thin brow. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Mia,” Ollie called out. I cocked my head back toward him. “Please …” he urged with fear in his features.
I stood and walked to the mattress he was lounging on. Ollie gripped my waist and lifted me off the floor and placed me over his lap, facing him. “Is this a bad idea?” I asked as he brushed my hair back with one hand before cupping my neck.
“Probably.” He grinned. His breath was a mix of liquor and mint. And then he kissed me, already giving up everything we’d discussed earlier about keeping us a secret.
“I knew it,” Jake squealed. “They’re like a thing!”
Ollie smiled against my lips before he pulled away. “No, we’re not. Now leave us alone, would ya?” He returned his attention to me, grazing his lips and nose across mine, and everyone else picked up the conversation ten feet behind me. “They’re drunk. They’ll forget about this in the morning. Right now, it’s only you and me. The only girl I want to touch is you, the only girl I want to kiss is you, and the only girl I want to be inside is you.” A lazy, glowing smile appeared across his face.
“I think you’re the one who’s drunk, Masters,” I said through a small laugh.
“Yes. Yes, I’m very drunk.” Ollie looked over my shoulder, “And forgive me, but I need you right now, and no one is paying attention to us …” His hand slid between my thighs before his fingertips brushed over my panties. “May I?”
Stunned, I turned my head to see the rest of the crew continuing the game, laughing, utterly blind to Ollie and me. My eyes met his hazy ones again. His lips glistened, and I sucked in a breath as his finger brushed my sex. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as heat touched my cheeks.
I nodded.
“You trust me, Mia?” he asked, all-knowing he had full control over me. Nodding, I was rendered speechless. He leaned forward and touched his liquor-soaked lips to mine. “Don’t move, no matter what.”
Instantly becoming high on him, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as Ollie slid down lower against the wall. His hands trailed up the inside of my thighs, grabbing, squeezing, and spreading my thighs apart. My foggy attention stayed on him as his eyes darted behind me, back to mine, then down to between my thighs.
My breathing faltered at the touch against my sex as he hooked a finger at the center of my panties and moved them to the side. “Fuck, I would do anything right now to taste you,” he whispered, green eyes drowning in desire. His erection pressed against his sweatpants beneath me, and Ollie reached for a blanket off the floor and pulled it around us for more privacy.
He gripped my bottom more firmly in one hand as his fingers slid up and down my heat, causing all my senses to disable. My hips involuntarily rolled against his hand, and then he suddenly stopped.
“I told you not to move, and I’m just getting started. Do you want me to stop, Mia?” Ollie whispered slowly, torturously. The only word I needed to say caught in my throat. I shook my head, answering him in ways my mouth couldn’t.
