Ollie’s mouth parted and his face flushed. Green eyes bored into mine. “I’m going to need some help,” he admitted.
I raised my palms in the air. “Sorry, not part of the rules. It’s what you get for being a cranky ass.”
Ollie leaned back against the wall and pulled his legs up at the knees. “This is your dare, love … for your viewing pleasure only. You have to come sit in front of me and watch.” He returned the same defying smile as if I had asked for this. Which I had. Hand to forehead.
“He’s got a point, Mia. You didn’t say for everyone to see, you said so you can see him ‘lose himself,’” Alicia teased. “Next time, you’ll learn to be more specific.”
Now all eyes were on me as I took another sip of the whiskey, proving what kind of person I was. Wanting to kick myself the entire way, I stood and walked over.
Ollie leaned forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled me between his long legs, blocking everyone’s view of him. Conversation picked up between the others like what was about to happen was no big deal, and I sat on my legs, trying to control my breathing. Ollie’s brilliant eyes flicked to his friends behind me, then back to me as he relaxed against the wall. His hand disappeared beneath his black boxer briefs, and I closed my eyes.
“No, look at me. This is what you wanted. You wanted to see me lose myself,” Ollie whispered, and I looked up to see the taunt in his eyes. The thought of his fingers wrapped around the length of him caused my core to pound to its own pulse, and I sucked in a sharp breath as a flare sparked between my legs. His hand moved slowly inside his pants as his whispers continued. “You’re only making this easy for me.”
His bulge grew as the silhouette of his manhood pressed against his sweatpants. His shirt rose, revealing his happy trail and deep lines pointing to places I wanted to touch. His black ink crawled along the muscles in his lower abdomen as they flexed, and the veins in his forearm became visible. My breath hitched as he continued to stroke the length of him, his rhythm slow, torturous, and I imagined what it would be like to be with him. Ollie’s other hand found my wrist, and his fingers danced along my skin. “Talk to me, Mia,” he pleaded, his eyes and words mixed with lust and need.
I rested my hand on his thigh while the other found the wall beside his head as I leaned over him. His head fell into my neck as he deeply inhaled. “I wish I could be the one to make you feel as good as you feel right now, but I,”—I nudged my mouth closer to his ear—”I would make you feel so much better.”
His free hand grazed my bare thigh, and I clamped my legs together to ease the current building between my thighs. His vulnerability had me falling, and his breathing got shorter and shorter as he pressed his lips against my neck.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” I whispered, my mind saying things freely without my consent, and I couldn’t think of a single dirty word. Ollie was beautiful. Everything about this was beautiful. He moved his hand from my thigh to the back of my neck and dropped his forehead to mine in desperation as he continued to caress himself beneath his pants.
Ollie’s hand picked up speed and gasps fell from his lips, landing over mine. The taste of the mint in his breath coursed through me like a hit of menthol. I ran my fingers along his cheek and across his bottom lip. Tilting his head slightly, I partially quenched my need by trailing my lips along his sharp jawline.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
After kissing the tender spot below his ear, his eyes screwed shut and he gripped my hair as his breathing turned jagged.
Ollie’s head fell back against the wall, chest heaving. “Holy hell …” he breathed as his lashes flitted open. “That was the best time I’ve ever had with myself.” A low chuckle came from him as his eyes blinked back to reality. “Mia?”
“Mmhmm?” Any coherent word had been sucked right out of me.
“Can you grab me a shirt?”
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t force my smile away. Reaching over to the floor, I found a plain white tee in his pile of clothes beside the mattress and handed it to him.
“Okay, so that was boring for the rest of us,” Bria moaned, and I hesitantly took my seat back in the circle. If I were honest with myself, I wished no one else was here—only Ollie and me.
“Go ahead, Ollie, your turn,” Jake said and threw the bottle of whiskey in front of him over the mattress.
“I got nothing, mate.” Ollie brought the bottle to his lips, then swallowed as he focused his eyes on me. “I’m still high from whatever the hell just happened.”
His bluntness made me blush and weak and dizzy.
“I’ll steal his, then,” Jake said. “Alicia, I dare you to kiss Bria.”
Alicia shrugged and crawled her way on her knees to Bria, and they met each other in the middle. Bria didn’t hold back as she pressed her tongue between Alicia’s lips before molding her mouth over hers. “Yeah!” Jake exclaimed with a fist in the air.
After their kiss finished, Bria peered over to Ollie and wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. “Go ahead, Alicia. Your turn,” Bria said.
“Has everyone kissed everyone here?” I asked.
“Mostly everyone,” Jake answered.
I wondered if Ollie had kissed Bria and Alicia. I wondered if he had kissed them the way he had kissed me. Most of all, I wondered why I was wondering about him in the first place. “I’m curious, who’s the best kisser?” I needed to get my mind off the torment in my head.
“Hmm … I don’t know, but it’s not a bad idea,” Alicia said, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. “We should find out.”
“Oh, no. I was only wondering. I don’t kiss people,” I said, shaking my head.
“You kissed Ollie,” Alicia pointed out.
Shit. “It was the ecstasy.”
“Let’s get you drunk, then. Everyone else is down, right?” Isaac asked, and everyone nodded, except for Ollie. “Come on, Ollie. Don’t be selfish with your new kissing buddy.”
“Since Mia and Ollie are the only two who haven’t kissed everyone, I say they go around the room and then we will all give our final results,” Bria said with her palms together in excitement, but all I could focus on was the fact Ollie hasn’t kissed everyone. Why was Ollie the only one who hasn’t kissed everyone?
“Absolutely not,” Ollie said as soon as I began to speak.
“No, really, guys … I don’t kiss people. Last time was a fluke.” There was no way I was kissing Bria’s crooked teeth and Jake’s thin lips. I didn’t mind Alicia. She was hot and straight and couldn’t develop feelings for me.