Ollas groaned. “Earthen take me, she would.” His fingers played with the ends of her hair. “Eunny, should we maybe talk about…this? Us.”
Eunny stilled.
“Not— I don’t mean anything bad.” He huffed softly to himself and took her hand in his. “I mean…I’m in. For whatever this is. What you want. I’m here for whatever you’ll give me.”
Eunny felt her mouth drop open, but no response came to her lips. Emotions galloped through her head, the tenor changing with each blink of her eyes. Shock. Pleasure. A small amount of something cold that felt alarmingly like primordial fear. The way he laid himself out for her, the earnest way he held her gaze—on some level it both appealed to and terrified her. Unnerved her for a reason she couldn’t comprehend.
A sliver of guilt was there, too. A hint of doubt that managed to pierce the other feelings.
“I’m here for all of it,” he murmured. His eyes traveled over the trays of cuttings, then back to her face. “For everything we’re going to do, it’s…it’s with you, and I’m happy.”
He spoke so earnestly. From the heart, of a future, with hope and excitement that a part of her wanted to echo back to him. A rather large part. But that side of Eunny lived in ignorant bliss, too enamored with her forward-only view. It delighted in Ollas’s declaration, content to be wrapped up in his words and think of them in simple, narrow terms. That side of her took his quiet words for all of it and everything we’re going to do as glib. Pretended they weren’t declarations from Ollas’s mouth. But those were the kind of thoughts that led to the future and commitments. Planning, which implied Eunny making space for herself in his life. And him in hers. A form of permanence she didn’t deserve, could only ruin if given an amount of time.
“What were you and Gransen talking about?—?”
“Do we need to have labels?” she cut him off, keeping her tone playful. Before he could reply, she slid her hands across his chest. Let them drift lower, until they wrapped around his belt. “You’re not in a rush, are you?”
“Not a rush, no, but it’d be—” His breath caught as she undid the buckle. “I, um, I was thinking…”
His voice dropped off along with his trousers. Eunny smirked up at him as she took his cock in her hand and slowly squeezed.
“I just thought—Oh, gods. Because we, we’re—” Ollas groaned as she gave him a lazy pump back and forth. “Fuck. You’re distracting me.” His tone jumped as Eunny fondled his balls with her other hand.
“I should hope so,” she said, smiling with teeth. Slowly, Eunny sank to her knees, pressing her cheek against his length. “I’m going to choke on this now, unless you wanted to keep talking?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
Ollas’s eyes closed as he made a helpless sound and shook his head.
“Good boy. That’s what I thought.” Smugness colored her tone.
His cock bobbed in response, a bead of pre-come already glistening at the tip. Eunny kissed it, gaze drifting up until she met his eyes. “If it helps, yours is the only cock I’m interested in sucking.”
She cut off his reply by taking him into her mouth and swallowing him down until her nose tickled his groin—like a slow inhale, steady, her tongue gliding along every hardened inch until his tip brushed the back of her throat. She resisted the urge to gag. Drew back with the same unhurried pace, sucking gently. His musk filled her nose, the salty earthiness of him spreading across her tongue.
Eunny paused at the tip, looking up at him again as she licked the head of his cock. Ollas was staring down at her, eyes almost glassy with lust.
“Just like I imagined,” he murmured. “You are so…”
He groaned again as she took him deeper into her mouth, tongue circling the rim of his head, teasing at the ridge underneath. She kept going—long, slow slides up and down, increasing in pressure after each full stroke. His cock was impossibly hard, so thick she couldn’t take him to the base anymore even as she tried to soften her throat for him. She took his balls into her hand again and gave them a squeeze, and a shiver ran through him. Made his hips jerk, the erratic movement sending him deeper into her mouth, enough to make her choke. She let it, throat closing, a short, sharp puff of air escaping through her nose as her lips firmed.
“Eunny, Eunny, I’m going to— Love, please.” A hiss of breath escaped him as she hummed against the heat of him. “If you do that, I’ll—” Ollas’s babble ended in the most delectable moan as she took her time coming back to the surface.
“Nev,” she murmured, pressing her lips against a raised vein on his cock, “it’s hard to talk when my mouth is full.”
Ollas was gripping the counter, a tremble running through his frame with the effort it took to hold himself back. Eunny reveled in it, felt a molten streak of desire run through her. Something hot and smug and possessive. To know that she did this to him. That he was hers, even if only for the moment.
His eyes finally opened, pupils blown wide as he stared down at her. “You are the most perfect, most beautiful…” He groaned as she lapped at his cockhead, pressing her tongue against the slit. “Most wicked.”
Eunny smiled against his skin. “Says he of the greenhouse fetish,” she teased. “This is what you’ve imagined, isn’t it? Getting my knees dirty for you.”
“It’s…not quite like that.” He hesitated, expression a mix of nervous and hopeful. No. Nervous and hungry. Enough to make Eunny press her thighs together.
“I’m listening.”
“I have thought about it. Dreamed about it.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckles. “What I’d do to you in here, if you’d let me.”
She smirked, scrunching her nose. “Should I be worried?”
“Never.” The word came out so low, fervent, and deep. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise you that.”
