“What do you – mmf!” Olly said, his eyes wide and his body rigid with surprise as I attacked his mouth. He relaxed into the kiss quickly, his arms sliding around me and holding me tight. I kissed him until I was breathless, pulling away for much-needed oxygen.
“Hey,” I said with a light grin.
“What was that for?” Olly asked.
“Just wanted to kiss my boyfriend,” I said. I was teasing him, but I was also genuinely excited. Him introducing me as his boyfriend had been a complete surprise, but also a very welcome one. We hadn’t ever had a talk about what our relationship was. Now that I knew it was something more permanent to him and not just fooling around – and after the lunch with my Mom and sister went well, too – I felt like I was walking on air.
It was the last thing that had been hanging over me. Not knowing what we were. Not knowing whether this was all a waste of my time – and my heart.
He hadn’t just agreed to date. He’d agreed to people knowing we were dating. It felt like that made all the difference.
“Well,” Olly said seriously. “Your boyfriend would like to kiss you back.”
I was only too happy to oblige.
We stumbled together against the wall, Olly pressing me up against it, our hands roaming over each other as our mouths entwined. He was so strong and solid above me, like another wall, all hard muscle and hot skin. I pushed up onto my toes to try to be as tall as him, to meet his mouth higher, needing more and more. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me. Just like before, I automatically wrapped my legs around him. With his arms supporting me and my back against the wall I was safe, cocooned – and pressed close against him, feeling the heat and hardness of him through his clothes.
“Fuck, Keat,” he said, saying the words into my neck as he kissed and nipped at me. “I want -”
He stopped himself, going tense again.
“What?” I breathed. “Say it. What do you want?”
“I don’t know if it’s okay.”
“Tell me what you want,” I urged him, deliberately rolling my hips against his so that our hard dicks pressed together through our jeans.
Olly groaned. “I want to fuck you,” he said, the words spilling out of him like he had no control at all.
My eyes widened.
“Are you ready for that?” I asked. I held onto his shoulders, even though for the moment our make-out session was on pause.
Olly nodded quickly. “I think so,” he said. “Are… are you?”
I bit my lip with a little bit of amusement. “It wouldn’t be my, um. First time,” I told him.
“Oh.” Olly seemed to think about that for a moment. “It would kind of be mine, I guess? With a guy.”
“I know that,” I said, nudging him gently.
“Is that okay?” Olly asked.
I chuckled. “It’s definitely okay. I just don’t want you to think you have to go faster than you’re ready for.”
Olly eyed me hungrily. “I’m ready.”
“Oh,” I said, my voice rising into a squeak at that look in his eyes. A look like I was a tiny mouse and he was a lion, and I wasn’t going to last more than ten seconds before he devoured me alive.
And then he did – launching at me and engulfing me in a desperate, greedy kiss that had me so weak at the knees I was relieved he was still holding me. I melted against him, the heat of his mouth, the strength and skill of his tongue, the way his hands gripped my ass now, like two hot brands on my skin.
“Too many clothes,” Olly growled, and I couldn’t agree more.
I reached down to where my legs were wrapped around his waist and tugged at the hem of his shirt, managing to get it up and over his shoulders. He pulled me away from the wall, still holding and supporting me, and I tugged my own shirt off to throw it on the floor. He carried me over to his bed and threw me down, ripping at the button and zipper of my jeans in his haste to get them off me. I could hardly breathe. The atmosphere between us was so intense, the hunger in his eyes so absolute it was almost overwhelming. I lifted my hips from the bed to help him drag the rest of my clothes off, then sat up immediately to work on yanking down his.
“Fuck,” Olly muttered, looking down at me on his bed.
I didn’t think I was going to survive this.
