I have to hold my breath and tense all my muscles, but I keep the rhythm steady. Speed up a little and stay there. Not too fast.
"Adam," Ollie says, and I look down at her. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and I love that look. "Take me."
My heart stops in my chest. "What?"
One of her hands grips my side, and I can feel her nails there urging me on. The other pulls my face down to hers. "Take me. You're holding back."
I don't need her to say it again. I reach down, tilting her hips up into mine, and pull back. I drive into her in one stroke, and I don't stop. Fuck. I plunge into her again and again and again and it feels so good and in a part of my mind I can't believe that this is Ollie, that I'm finally fulfilling every fantasy I've had for the last ten years. I want to take her hard and fast and I want to make it last as long as humanly possible.
She's grabbing the sheets, holding on while I fuck her, and her tits are bouncing with every thrust. God, I want to fuck them. I want to fuck them and make her come from just fucking her tits.
I'm close to coming, and I want to be even closer to her. Pulling out, I grab her hips and turn her over. She's right there with me, and I slip back in, folding myself over her, so that every part of us is touching. God, her ass pressed up into my hips feels so good, and the way she's taking me without missing a beat—I'm going to come.
But not without her.
I reach between us, and search for her clit with my fingers. She's so wet and my fingers slip and slide around it, but I hear her gasping, and I feel the tension in her body. I close my eyes, thrusting harder, faster, circling with my fingers until I she's begging. "Yes, yes, yes, yes." It's a chant or a prayer and it matches the rhythm of my fucking.
"Adam!" Ollie screams my name, and I feel the gush of wetness on my hand as she comes, and I can't hold back. I thrust deep, reaching a speed I didn't think I could, and there—
My vision disappears and lightning flashes up my spine and outward. Bursts of heat and pleasure ripple through my body, and I call Ollie's name.
I empty myself into the condom, every pull of my orgasm is deep and sharp and it takes every last bit of me.
I come back to myself, panting, holding Ollie against me, still buried inside her. My lips are at her neck, and I can see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. I don't pull out of her, not yet. I just lower us to the bed, keeping her close. Her pussy squeezes down on me, an after-effect of her own orgasm, and I groan.
I've never come like that. Ever.
What the hell just happened?
"Adam," she says, and her voice is raw from her screams and moans. She doesn't say anything else. But I know. I wrap my arm around her, and I like that I can touch so much of her at once. Our legs are tangled, my chest pressed against her back, my arm spreading across her hip and breasts to her shoulder. I kiss her neck, breathing in the lingering scent of her perfume with the new smell of sex, and I can feel myself twitch. Like my cock is thinking it might want another go. I slowly slip out of her, and I feel the loss. I want to be back inside that soft heat. It's perfect.
"Where's your bathroom?" I ask softly.
"The door before the kitchen."
I quickly make my way there and get rid of the condom and clean myself off before going back to the bedroom. While I was gone, Ollie got under the covers, and I slip under them with her. We're face to face now, but I still want her closer. I put an arm behind her so that we're touching all the way down our bodies, breathing each other's air.
"Hi," she says, a cute smile on her face.
"Hi."
"That was...that was very good. Thank you."
I chuckle. "You’re welcome, but I think I'm the one that needs to say it. It was..."
"Yeah me too." She sighs, "I owe Lorraine a very big present."
"Maybe I'll send her flowers," I say.
"She'd really like that," Ollie says sleepily, snuggling down into me. It makes my cock jump and stiffen and she laughs.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Nothing." She yawns. "Just a normal boring Sunday for me."
"Good." I lay back and take her with me so she's draped across my chest. "I want to take you out where there aren't a hundred of our former classmates there to watch us."
Her head pops up. "You're staying?"
"If you'll let me."
She tries to hide her smile by ducking her head, but I still see it. "Yes."
I stroke my hand down her back and I feel her relax. She doesn't realize that the only thing that would make me leave right now is her throwing me out on my ass.
The high of everything is beginning to wear off, and I feel sleep coming, and I can feel Ollie's breathing going steady too. "Good night, Olivia."
"Night."
12
Ollie
I wake up slowly. First with just the awareness that I'm awake, and then realizing that there is someone else in my bed with me. And finally feeling the arm draped across me and the body behind me.
Suddenly I'm wide awake. Oh my god, Adam Carlisle is in my bed. I had sex with Adam last night, and not only that but it was the best sex of my life. I open my eyes, and my bedroom is dim. I can see that the sun is already well up from the light behind the shades, but I don't care. It's Sunday, and I get to spend it with Adam.
I try not to move, or at least move slowly, because I don't want to wake him up. But as I'm moving slowly I realize something: he's hard. I suppose that I could wake him up on purpose, my way.
He doesn't stir when I slip out from under his hand, and duck under the covers, and he doesn't stir when I find his cock with my hand, stroking it gently. I press my lips to the tip of him, tasting the salt there. I feel him move then, and I lick him like I would a lollipop.
"Ollie?" Adam's voice is bleary and confused.
I take him into my mouth then, sucking on the head of him and he swears, throwing back the blankets. He stares at me in shock, and I take him deeper causing him to close his eyes.
"Good morning," I say, pulling back and licking down his shaft until I reach the base of him.
I cover every inch of him with my tongue, and I watch his breath start to come faster. Finally, I make it back to the tip, and he groans when I sink down onto him again. Adam reaches out, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding on, guiding me with angle and thrust. He moves me faster, deeper, gripping my hair with both hands now.
Yes. I close my eyes and let him lead. He groans when I take him to the back of my mouth, the tip of him slipping into my throat. I pull back for a second, gasping for air. But only for a second, because I dive down onto him again, and I want him to come as hard as he made me come last night.
He works me on his cock in smooth strokes, up and down, and I like the feel of him between his lips. I suck hard on him, using my tongue whenever I can. But I let him lead, his entire body taut as he fucks my mouth.
"Ollie," Adam says, a second before he plunges deeper than he's gone before. His cock jerks, and I'm flooded with his salty cum and I swallow as quickly as I can. He's filling my mouth, and I do my best to catch it all. He's still thrusting in, one long moan coming from his mouth, and then he lets me go, spent.