“Keep going.”
I’m rocking my own erection into the bed. I do not plan on coming until I’m inside of Ollie.
I love how responsive Ollie is to me. Lavishing him with attention, I lock my eyes on his face, watching every emotion roll over him.
Lust.
Need.
Desire.
Something more that I can’t quite put a finger on.
I need to get out of my own head before I do something stupid like tell Ollie how much I love being with him.
Boyfriends don’t work out for me. I don’t want Ollie to be in the category of failed relationships.
Rocking back onto my heels, I watch as he jacks himself off.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes.” He nods, knocking his glasses askew.
Reaching across him, I grab the lube and pour a healthy amount onto my fingers. I warm it up before circling his rim and pushing one thick finger inside.
“Holy shit!” Ollie shouts, voice echoing around the room.
“You like that?” I curl my finger toward me, knowing the minute I find the bundle of nerves that is his prostate.
“Oh my God, I’m going to come.”
Leaning over him, I squeeze his hand to slow his moves.
“You are not coming until I am inside of you, do you understand?”
There’s a command in my voice that’s foreign to even my ears. Damn, if he doesn’t bring it out in me.
“That felt so good.”
His eyes close as I work my finger in and out of him, stretching him wide before pushing in a second finger to scissor them back and forth.
Ollie’s dick is making a mess all over his stomach. I let go of his hand and drag my finger through his cum, bringing it to my lips.
“Look at me.”
His gaze snaps open to meet mine as I suck my finger inside my mouth.
“Hunter. Kiss me.”
Whatever Ollie wants tonight, he’ll get. He pushes up as I lean down to seal my lips against his.
It’s hot, delicious, and so fucking good, I might come at the smallest taste of him. Jesus. I’ve never been so worked up like this with any person before.
Of course I am with Ollie. Being with him means more to me then I’ll ever be able to put into words.
“Hunter. Please. Now.”
“You sure?” I ask, dropping my forehead to his.