“Don’t have to because you don’t want me to feel obligated to or because you don’t want me to?” Kodi tried to shrug with her hands pinned up and I pushed up on my knees, shuffling around so I had one leg between hers. I let go of her hands to grab her waist and grind her up my thigh. Her head collapsed back, mouth dropped in a moan, fingers twisting together, still over her head.
“Tell me, Kodi. Give me one good reason why I can’t get a taste of this hot cunt that has my mouth watering.”
“Well —” She had to fight to get the word out. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to and …”
“And what?” I questioned when she took too long to finish the sentence. It was literal torment to feel the heat of her on my leg and not do anything with it.
“I don’t wanna feel obligated to suck your dick in return. I haven’t seen orsmelledit yet, so … you know,” she said in a rush, eyes up at the ceiling so she couldn’t see the confusion on my face. I let go of her waist and grabbed her jaw, tilting it so she’d look at me.
“Kodi. You are under no obligation to do anything you don’t wanna do. I don’t want that, I don’t even want something you feelindifferentabout. If all you want to do tonight, or ever, is to come all over my face, then I’ll be exceedingly happy, all right?”
Kodi’s body melted underneath me, the brown of her eyes so dark the color was nearly indistinguishable from her pupils.
“Ke— Olli, baby, that was the hottest shit I’ve ever heard. Yes, please, eat me out, do whatever you want to me. I trust you. I trust you to make me feel good, to wait for me to be ready for something. All that good shit. Just don’t tear this dress, I borrowed it from Rosa. I think she’d forgive me, given the circumstances, but —”
I slammed my mouth to hers again. Hearing Kodi say she trusted made my heart melt, the heat of needing her physically almost forgotten.Almost.
“Then let’s get this off so I can eat.”
A Full-Course Meal
Kodi
I’d pictured fucking Kean multiple times. More than was appropriate given he was sorta my higher up. But in all those times, in not a single one of those solo sessions did I imagine him totalk. Be assertive, demanding, yes. But to have a mouth that could melt me without touching, no, no I didn’t picture that at all.
But maybe that’s because I was picturing Kean, the soccer player. Not Olli, my childhood friend, a full person beyond his work.
I was now regretting letting old … annoyances edit what I wanted. I was thinking of men who treated things as an equivalent exchange when voicing my hesitance. It was always unsaid and lackluster on both ends. I didn’t want that with Olli.
In truth, I really wanted to suck his dick. He’s been pressed up against me enough that I had a good idea of his size and how he’d use it. I alsolovedthe idea of making him lose control, of giving him pleasure.
But a part of me needed to hear him say it wasn’t an obligation so I could enjoy it.
And fuck if he didn’t say it in the most perfect fucking way.
Olli shuffled away from me on the bed, but before I had a chance to complain, his hands slid under my waist and up my back to lift me. Seated upright, he kissed the top of my head before sliding the zipper of my dress down. The maroon fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled around my waist. Olli’s eyes darkened as he looked down at my chest, the corner of his mouth tilting up ever so slightly before he reached out and pulled off my pasties.
“Oh my god!” My face burned and I fell back onto the bed, hands covering my eyes. “I totally forgot they were there.”
“Do you need these?” Olli said, fighting a laugh.
“Oh, yes, I spent like 80 bucks on these.” I uncovered my face to reach out and grab the plastic covers from Olli, then crawled up the bed to rest them on the side table.
“Hmm.”
“Look, they’re like the best quality and have lasted meyears. They’re worth every penny.” When I turned back, Olli was smiling at me. Not laughing, but smiling. Like an old friend happy to see me be silly, happy tobewith me.
“I wasn’t judging you,” he said softly, eyes roaming down to my bare breast, gaze quickly reheating. “Though I would like to take their place.”
“Well,” I said through a giggle. “They’re kinda intended to keep my tits covered and my nipples … not hard. I have a feeling you want to do the opposite.”
The right corner of Olli’s lip tilted up and he held out a hand. “Come back over here, baby.”
Baby. I’d slipped and called him that and now he was returning the favor.
Did it make his heart flutter the way it did mine?
I crawled back to the edge of the bed and as soon as I was within reach, Olli pulled me closer, settled me up on my knees, my arms around his neck. He slid his hands down my side, pushing the dress over my waist. I pushed up to my feet and kicked it off onto the floor before letting my knees drop back down. But before they could hit the bed, Olli’s hands splayed over my back, holding me up so my tits were level with his face.
