His thrusts grew more determined, each one punctuated by the sound of skin hitting skin, the rhythm growing faster, the force mounting until his hips were driving into me with unrestrained abandon.
“How’s that, handsome? Is this what you need?”
“Ollie,” I groaned in response, unable to say more.
Each thrust drove the air from my lungs and lit me from the inside out. My orgasm closed in on me. I was going to cum from being fucked by him. Fucked open, fucked full. I was completely and utterly swept away by a current I had no intention of fighting. It could drag me out to sea for all I cared.
I managed to gain enough sense to ask, “What can I do? What I can do to make it better for you?”
“You’re going to cum again. You’re going to cum on my cock, clenching around me so tight and so perfect with that gorgeous look of ecstasy on your face, and I’m going to follow right alongside you.”
“Who would have thought you had such a mouth on you?”
“I think we both know about the things I can do with my mouth. It is after all very competent,” he teased.
“I’m never going to live that one down am I?” I asked with a groan.
“Not a chance.”
“Guess it could be worse,” I said with a grin. “Besides, it’s truer now than when I first said it, now that I’ve had a full demonstration of what that mouth can do. And right now, I want it on mine. Kiss me, Oliver. I wanna finish with your mouth on me.”
“Your command is my wish,” he whispered as his lips descended upon mine. Score! I even had him using my phrasing. If that wasn’t the pinnacle of closeness right there.
Oliver’s hand closed around my cock in a firm grip. That became the final straw of my restraint. My orgasm rolled through me, waves upon waves, way more intense than I expected, given I had already cum once.
“Fuck, Luke,” Oliver groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight, squeezing me so hard.”
He thrust deep, one last time, succumbing to his own pleasure. He tensed, seized, then collapsed on top of me.
I drifted back to earth in slow motion, like a space capsule reentering the atmosphere.
“I’m going to pull out now,” Oliver murmured. “I’ll go slow, but there might be some discomfort.”
I hummed in response, hoping it translated to, “Yes, fine, proceed, my higher brain functioning is temporarily offline.”
With my rim sore and overused, I winced when he withdrew, but he soothed me through it.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “I know that part’s not fun.”
“If that’s the price of admission, I’d happily pay it again.”
Oliver kissed my temple. “Be right back,” he murmured. He left the bed to dispose of the condom and clean himself up.When he returned, he carried a warm, damp washcloth to wipe me down. “So, was it good for you? I mean, not just the mechanics, but was it your kind of right?” he asked.
Nobody had ever asked me that. At best, partners checked to make sure I’d cum. As if that was the be all and end all of good sex. But Oliver wanted to know if the whole experience had felt right for me. If it hit my ace-coded, demi-leaning brain the way it needed to. And holy flippin’ pancakes, that was a full-body tenderness hit. Like muscles-melting, heart-doing-parkour level of wow. It meant everything that right after such a powerful, intimate moment, that’s what he cared about.
“Yeah, Ollie, very Luke-language approved and so much more. What just happened between us was earth-shattering. Soul-shaking. Universe-expanding. That was the kind of sex that makes you call your mom the next morning to pencil in a ‘meet-the-boyfriend’ dinner.”
“Hold up. Meet the parents?”
“I mean, I’d like you to meet them. I’ve already mentioned you to them. Not as my boyfriend, but you’ve come up in conversation a lot. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already guessed there’s something deeper than friendship between us. So yeah, it wouldn’t be weird if I invited you over. But if it’s too much or too soon, we can pretend I didn’t say any of that and blame it on post-orgasm brain soup.”
“I would love to meet them.”
“Does that mean I can call them tomorrow to find a day that works?”
“Yes.”
Chapter 29
