He sighs at that nickname, but I feel him getting hard at the same time.
“I feel like you know everything about me now.”
I shake my head. “No. Not even close. I want to know so much more, Oliver.”
In another moment I’m shoving the waistband of his sweatpants down and closing my fist around his cock. Now, more than ever, I feel the distinct urge to rewardhim.
Oliver is embarrassed about his comments and seemedlike he was worried I’d be upset, but the polar opposite is true.
He feels more like he’s mine than ever.
Because in some small, anonymous way, he was already mine, before I ever stepped foot in Onyx House.
I kiss him deeply as I stroke his cock, and he shoves into me, thrusting into my hand.
“I couldn’t stop watching you,” he utters against my neck as I lean over, burying my head in his hair.
“I know.”
“I never should have kept going to your page, but I kept going back, over and over…”
His words break off into a moan as I squeeze around the base of his cock, then stroke again in a steady rhythm.
“I’m glad you watched,” I tell him. “I always want you to watch me.”
“I always will.”
I stroke him as I lean upward again, looking in his eyes.
His skin is flushed and his plush lips look so perfect, slightly parted, always kind of looking like he’s waiting for my kiss.
“Even after we stop doing all this,” I tell him, “I don’t want you to stop watching me. I like knowing you’re watching. You’re always allowed, Ollie.”
He exhales as his eyelids flutter shut.
I’m saying a lot.
Saying too fucking much.
“I’ll always watch,” he says as his eyes open again and he looks at me, half-lidded, and I feel a tiny bit of his precum coming out as I stroke his tip.
“Thanks, boyfriend.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, throbbing as I call him the nickname.
He likes it.
He’s always liked it, even back when I first said it.
And the truth is that I like calling him that, too.
I drag my free hand down the front of his chest and toward his stomach as I move my whole body lower.
I’m between his legs now and I kiss his cock head before plunging down, taking him to my throat.
“Oh, God, that’s going to make me come,” he utters.
I hum around him, gripping his thigh with one hand as the other remains fixed around the base of his dick.
