Xanthe coming all over me was my undoing. My back bowed off the bed, and I roared out her name as I blew the hardest orgasm I’d ever had.
Quick. Done. Over.
Xanthe rolled off me, collapsing onto the bed, panting for breath.
I was furious. If I hadn’t felt the way I did about her, that would have just been two people fucking. It had just been two people fucking. It had been hot and sexy, but it’d had nothing to do with us.
Xanthe
“What the fuck was that?” Ollie snarled.
My eyes popped open, and I looked over at him. “What do you mean?”
He sat up and ripped the condom off, flicking it to the floor with particular vehemence. “I mean, what the fuck was that? That was…”
Oh, shit, he’s actually mad!
His hand shook as he dragged it through his hair. Breathing heavily, he turned his eyes on me, stunning me with his anger.
“I…did I do something wrong?” I asked, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
His nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched. “You…” He swallowed hard and loud. “That was just sex, Xanthe. The kind of sex that means shit. The same sort of sex I can get from anyone else.”
Ouch. “I had thought…first times could be so awkward. We’d go slow after, take our time, and…”
This was Karma coming back to slap me for not telling him sooner that I was Elaine. Oliver had let me off the hook too easily for me to get away completely unscathed.
I just had to go and screw this up. Damn it!
His eyes softened, and he reached for me, dragging me into his arms, clasping me into his chest, as we lay on our sides.
“This isn’t some fucking one-night stand. We’ve established that already. Why take that moment and devalue it like that?”
“I just thought it’d be more comfortable if we got the first one out of the way?” I said, my tone inflecting a question with my confidence plummeting.
“I didn’t want the first one out of the way.”
“Yeah, I get that now.”
Sighing, he rubbed his right hand up and down my back while cradling my head with his left. “It wasn’t bad, Xanthe Love,” he whispered into my hair.
Obviously not, considering we’d both gotten off in less than five minutes.
“But we deserved better.”
My heart sank, and I was so embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”
“I want you to listen,” he said, his voice warm and soft.
“I can do that.”
He pulled me in closer, pressing our bodies flush against one another. “I’d imagined myself peeling off that unholy skirt and discovering those lacy panties for myself. I would have kissed you from your feet to your knees. I wanted to taste how soft your inner thighs are and rub my face against them.”
Holy hell.
“Then, I would have slowly unbuttoned your blouse, and finding that bra, I would have bitten your tits through the lace before taking it off, too.”
Oh God, I wish…
My breath hastened as I listened to his deep voice tell me of all the pleasure I had just denied the both of us.
“I wanted to lay you out on the bed and kiss you from your mouth to your chest. I wanted to take my time, playing with those fucking piercings with my tongue. Your tits are my absolute favorite. They’re perfect, and I wanted you to know just how badly they bring me to my knees.”
He was breathing heavily now, too. Gently, he pulled away from me and rolled me onto my stomach. Pressing a kiss to the crow on my left shoulder, he smoothed his hand down the length of my back, cupping my backside in a hot large hand. Ollie then kissed the back of my neck, causing a wash of goose bumps to break out over my whole body. His beard teased my skin.
“I had planned on tasting every inch of you, Xanthe. I wanted to show you how much I adore every bit of you…” He continued kissing a path down my spine until he reached my tailbone where the tip of his tongue darted a slight lick to it. As he rested his face against my lower back, his palm caressed an arse cheek before rising and delivering a stinging slap to it.
Jumping, I gasped.
Rising, he planted a kiss to the cheek.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“You should be.”
“I am.”
He continued kissing down the back of one thigh and then the other. I could only close my eyes and try to breathe. Each time I felt his beard scratch over my skin, the fire inside me burned that much hotter. I was throbbing in my breasts, my core, quickly becoming mindless to everything but Oliver. I could feel, hear, and smell only him. He was sinking beneath my skin, branding me from the inside out.
After kissing me to my heels, he rolled me over once more and continued upward. When he reached my thighs, he did indeed brush his bushy face over the too sensitive flesh. I was going to beg for it. I was shamelessly going to plead for him not to stop.
“You’re not getting that tonight. I’m punishing you for what you did.”
I whimpered.
“And it’s such a shame,” he told me, spreading my legs wide, “because you look like my favorite dessert.”
From the top of my pubic bone—the bastard!—he tongued and kissed his way up my torso. Warmth from his body blanketed me, and I wanted nothing more than to rub myself all over him, feel his chest hair scratching my nipples and belly.
“Oliver…” I whispered.
His hot, wet mouth wrapped around my right nipple, sending sweet pleasure throughout the whole of me.
This is what it should’ve been. There’s nothing awkward about this. This is pure seduction, and I robbed us of this. Damn it!
With every other first time, it had always been weird—fumbling around, trying to figure the other out. In the bathroom, I’d pep-talked myself into just going out there and doing it, thinking we should just get it over with and then we’d be free to explore.
I’d been naive to think it’d be the same with Oliver. It was wrong to assume that he was like any other man I had ever known.
His mouth enclosed my left nipple, and he sucked hard and sharp before tonguing the piercing. My fingers speared through his thick black hair, pulling. I wasn’t in control at all. I was just a writhing, mewling mess beneath him.
“Please…” I whispered.
Instead of giving me what I was begging for, Ollie covered my lips with his, his tongue demanding entrance. He kissed me, sucking upon my tongue, nipping at my lips, until I felt strung up, tense to the point of shattering. I was on the brink of coming, the pulse between my legs resonating like a soundless gong.
“Tell me how sorry you are,” he said softly against my lips.
“I’ve never been so sorry in my life, Oliver.”
He smiled and kissed me again, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Do you regret it?”
Do I? “I don’t regret what we did. Only the way it was done.”
“Oh, good answer. I think I should reward you for that quick wit.”
He pushed himself off me, kneeling between my thighs. Reaching above my head, he tore off another packet and ripped it open before rolling the condom down the impressive length of him. Guiding himself, he slipped the head of his cock over my soaking wet swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth, until I trembled, closed my eyes, and bit my lip to hold back the moan threatening to crawl its way out of my throat.