Oh yeah.
I turn my attention back to Ollie and have to bite back a grunt at just how fucking good she looks on her knees for me. “Ollie, sweetheart, you need to stop.” I tug her hair. “We can’t do this here. Someone could walk in.” Arousal slams into me as soon as the words leave my mouth.
Bloody hell. There’s something wrong with me because I shouldn’t be this turned on over being caught getting a blow job.
Ollie sits back on her heels, her green eyes dark with desire and a devilish smirk on her lips. “I don’t know, big guy. Seems like you enjoy the idea of me on my knees for you, sucking your dick where anyone could come and catch us.” To illustrate her point, she leans forward and takes the head of my cock past her lips.
Fuuuuck.
My hand tightens in her hair as her hot, wet mouth envelops more of my length. I should stop this or at least move us into a more secluded spot, but those thoughts flee from my mind until the only thing I can focus on is just how heavenly her mouth feels.
She takes more of me until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Tears spring into her eyes, and I try to pull back. I don’t want to hurt her, and I’m not a small guy, but she grabs my ass with two hands and practically impales herself onto my length.
“Holy fuck!” I shout as she swallows around me. “Ollie.” I don’t think anyone’s mouth has felt as good as this.
And then she moans around me, the vibrations sending shards of pleasure straight to my balls. Fuck, if she keeps doing that, I’m not going to last long.
As if reading my mind, she hums again while cupping my balls with one hand and rolling them between her fingers. I bloodywhimperat how good it feels as she fucks my cock with her mouth and plays with my balls. My breathing grows heavier, sweat beads on my forehead, and my body tightens as I edge closer to coming.
“Sweetheart, I’m close,” I tell her, an edge of desperation in my voice as my release barrels towards me. “Ollie…”
That only urges her on, and I’m powerless to stop it as my release tears through me and cum erupts from my cock. I half-expect her to pull off my length, but she doesn’t. She continues sucking, taking every drop of my cum into that perfect throat of hers until I’m spent and pushing her away.
She releases me with a satisfied grin on her swollen lips as she gazes up at me. I stumble sideways and lean heavily against one of the kitchen counters, panting and trembling from how hard I came.
“Bloody hell, sweetheart. I think you just sucked my soul out of my dick.”
She laughs as she gets to her feet. “Well, I figured I’d repay the favour since you did the same thing to my clit.”
Memories of sliding between Ollie’s thighs and devouring her perfect pussy flood my mind. God, she tasted so sweet. Mmm, speaking of which…
I grab her and cup the side of her head, intending to kiss her. However, her forehead wrinkles as she pulls away and shakes her head.
“I need to wash my mouth out before I kiss you.”
I frown. “What for?” She kissed me earlier with no problem.
“Because I just had your cock and cum in my mouth.” She looks at me like it’s obvious.
I snort and pull her closer. “You think I give a shit about that?” To prove my point, I press my lips against hers and kiss her hard. My cock stirs, trying and failing to rise as I dip my tongue into her mouth, tasting the saltiness from my release before slowly drawing back.
“Okay, yeah,” she breathes, looking dazed as she clutches my shoulders. “You've made your point.”
I grin with satisfaction. It’s a massive ego boost to see the effect I have on this beautiful, brave woman. “Glad you finally see it my way. Now, I need to taste that sweet cunt of yours again and make you come on my tongue.” Just the thought has me salivating, and I lick my lips.
However, before I can get on my knees for her, panicked shouts erupt from outside, bursting our intimate bubble. Our heads snap to the kitchen door as emergency bells start ringing.
I grab my jeans and boxers and yank them back up. “What the fuck is going on?” I ask no one in particular as I hurry towards the door while doing up my jeans.
Ollie keeps pace with me and shakes her head. “I don’t know, but whatever it is sounds bad.”
The door swings open before we reach it, and Theo peeks his head in. “Good, you’re both dressed,” he says with a sigh. “We need to get to the front gate.” He hands Ollie her bow and quiver of arrows.
My brow furrows. Why does he have those?
“What’s going on?” Ollie asks as she straps the quiver to her hip while we weave our way through the dining area.
“A supply team got the attention of a horde and instead of running and leading them away or hiding out until sunrise like they’re supposed to, they brought them to our front gate.” The frustration is evident on his face as we exit the dining room and go outside.
