His gifted size stretched in my hand, swollen and warm, and I sank beneath the covers between his legs with a spontaneous smile. I dragged my tongue up the length of his shaft, and the muscles in his thighs tightened under my palms. “Jesus Christ,” he growled before I circled the end of my tongue over the bead of pre-cum, then taking him all in to my mouth.
Ollie’s hips jerked forward and his fingers tangled in my hair as I sucked him slowly, stroking the sensitive spot with my tongue. The white and navy duvet was kicked off from over me before he pulled his knees up, and I looked up to see Ollie staring down at me through heavy green eyes.
I took him deep, and Ollie’s head fell back into the pillow. “You keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“That’s the point,” I whispered, my lips brushing his tight skin.
Ollie’s pleading eyes returned to me, and he pushed the hair from my face and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. I crawled up his torso until his nose brushed mine, and I straddled him, sinking over his arousal until inch by stretched inch, he filled me. Our fingers laced together as my sex clenched around him, grinding and rolling to an intense beat. His hands left mine to run the tips of his fingers along my curves, to my hips, and ultimately grabbing two handfuls of my bottom as his moves became frantic, meeting my every grind. I bit down on my lip to fight the climax threatening to spill, but my legs were giving me away, shaking uncontrollably.
Ollie grabbed my hipbones, pinning my center to his until every muscle in his body tensed under his inked skin as he came undone. “Nobody controls my body like you can,” he whispered into my hair. “You take me and make me crazy, love.”
I laughed into the crook of his neck. “Good morning, by the way.”
His hands roamed from my ass and over the scars of my back. “I knew I liked mornings for a reason.” And his nose brushed mine once more before I rolled off of him and to his side.
“Ollie?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do I feel like this is the calm before the storm.”
Ollie rolled onto his side and licked his lips. His mouth opened, about to say something, then closed, stuck in turbulent thoughts. “You’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you.”
“A cemetery,” I questioned, my tone pitched and recovering from the story he’d gone over. Twice, because I asked him to retell it to be sure I’d heard correctly. “You buried the money in a fucking cemetery?”
“Yes.” He nodded, resolved.
“Let me get this straight. You stole all the assets from your brother’s prostitution ring and buried it next to George something’s gravesite because …”
“‘When death comes, it is never our tenderness we repent from, but our severity’,George Eliot,” he quoted, which didn’t help clear this up at all.
“I don’t think Mr. Eliot wanted the earth around him disturbed by fuck money.”
“First of all, George Eliot was a woman and a legend. Second, I think she’d find the irony amusing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Very poetic, Ollie.”
“Thank you,” he said through a smile. “Tonight, we have to break into Highgate cemetery to retrieve the money.”
“Then you’re just going to, what? Hand the money off to Dex?”
“That’s the plan.”
“How much are we talking?”
“forty-three grand, give or take. But Dex doesn’t know how much exactly. I’ll give him half, and drop the other half off to Brad Burn’s family. Leave the rest for his kids and wife. They don’t deserve to struggle without a father.”
“That’s a lot of money you buried.”
“I was pissed off whiskey and a grudge. Lost a grand somewhere between the car and the tombstone, I’m sure,” he shrugged. “Not my greatest moment.”
I shook my head, grinning.
Ollie stroked my side. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
