Instantly becoming high on him, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as Ollie slid down lower against the wall. His hands trailed up the inside of my thighs, grabbing, squeezing, and spreading my thighs apart. My foggy attention stayed on him as his eyes darted behind me, back to mine, then down to between my thighs.
My breathing faltered at the touch against my sex as he hooked a finger at the center of my panties and moved them to the side. “Fuck, I would do anything right now to taste you,” he whispered, green eyes drowning in desire. His erection pressed against his sweatpants beneath me, and Ollie reached for a blanket off the floor and pulled it around us for more privacy.
He gripped my bottom more firmly in one hand as his fingers slid up and down my heat, causing all my senses to disable. My hips involuntarily rolled against his hand, and then he suddenly stopped.
“I told you not to move, and I’m just getting started. Do you want me to stop, Mia?” Ollie whispered slowly, torturously. The only word I needed to say caught in my throat. I shook my head, answering him in ways my mouth couldn’t.
Ollie’s smile returned. He bent his knees behind me and ordered me off my bottom so I balanced on my knees. “I need more access,” he explained. His tight and inked torso lay between my legs, and Ollie spread me with two fingers before leading me back down over his warm skin above his boxers. He grabbed my hips and guided me, sliding me up and down against his pelvis, the sensation of his warm skin against me causing me to whimper.
“You have to stay quiet, my love,” Ollie’s voice shook in a whisper as my legs grew weak. His palm descended and covered me again, rubbing against my clit, then sliding back, and his finger pumped inside me. My hold around his shoulders tightened as a low moan sounded from me. The room spun as I trained my focus on his face, afraid if I turned away from the only thing holding me together, I would move or cry out, and he would stop again. His flow was moving steadily. The room dimmed. The silence buzzed. A tornado touched down, spinning me, spiraling me into his rapture. I was getting closer.
His eyes fixed on mine as his hands continued the heavenly spur. “Come here and kiss me,” he said through short breaths of his own, knowing the point I was reaching.
My mouth collided with his and he swallowed my cries. My legs trembled as he leaned forward and pressed his forearm over my thigh, trying to control it for me. His assault slowed its pace, showing gentle attention to the only parts to lead me to the top and over the edge. His warm, intoxicating tongue flicked against mine, until I reached falsetto.
The height of my orgasm took away my ability to kiss him any longer as my lips turned to mush. I dropped my head into his neck. “Jesus, Ollie …”
He slowly removed his finger from inside me, and when I looked up, his finger slid out of his mouth between his lips, tasting me with a grin.
And all over again, I was ready for round two.
“You okay?” he asked, fixing my panties.
I shook my head. “I want you inside me, like right now,” I admitted, satisfied and in utter need all at once. With Ollie, no amount of pleasure and time will ever be enough. In constant craves, I needed our physical connection like a drug addict.
“Trust me, I want you, too. Though not in front of them. I am a gentleman,” he whispered into my ear. “I shouldn’t have even done that with them here.” He kissed my forehead. “I respect what we have, alright? But sometimes I lose control at the same time.”
I understood, but I didn’t have the same restraint as him. Determination seeped through my veins, and my hand slipping under the blanket and over his boxer briefs. His arousal was rock hard, willing, and waiting.
Ollie closed his eyes. “Mia …” his voice cracked in a warning, but he didn’t push me away. His shaft sprung through the opening of his boxers, and I wrapped my fingers around the length of him. The muscles in his stomach flexed as he moved against my taunting strokes.
“Mia …” he breathed again.
“You lay there and be a complete gentleman, Ollie—” I climbed over his longing body “—and let me be bad for you.”
Ollie’s brows rose before his gaze slid around the room. Bria, Isaac, Jake, and Alicia were laughing and chatting. In a moment of his distraction, I rubbed his length against my already soaked sex, making him just as wet and easy for my stroke.
“Oh … fuck, Mia. You’re going to make me want to have you right here and now,” Ollie panted. He brought his hands over his face, running them up and through his hair.
“That’s the point.”
Ollie looked past me at the others again, then back at me. “This in no way means you mean anything less to me.”
“I know, Ollie,” I stated, rubbing up against his hard, tight length again.
“Fuck. I respect what we have.”
“I do, too.”
“Promise you’ll keep quiet?”
“Promise,” I said as the anticipation pumped in my blood.
Ollie shook his head with a smile and reached over to grab the phone from off the floor to turn on a song, I assumed for the others to dance to, but the one he picked was nothing I’d expected. “Is this Miley Cyrus?” I asked, and let out a giggle.
“Oh, hush. I pushed shuffle, but this ‘Adore’ one’s good.” Then he raised the blanket higher over me. “How are we going to do this?” he asked with a crooked smile and adventure in his eyes. “You’re making me feel like a bloody kid again. I love it.”
“As I said, you just lay there. Don’t move,” I said mockingly.
Ollie’s face flushed as his eyes glowed. He was still tipsy, beautiful, and boyish as if it were his first time.
Swiftly, I removed my panties off one leg before hovering over him between my legs. Grabbing the length of him, I fell all in with Ollie, my slick walls hugging him, taking him deeper until he filled and fulfilled me entirely. “Mia. You feel so … Christ …” He grabbed my thighs as his body jerked forward. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“Don’t move, Ollie,” I teased, pushing him back against the wall. I brought my fingers to his lips, and his jaw relaxed. As I circled my hips against him, he dug his fingers into my thighs. The mood shifted from taunting and torturous to what always came of our bond—a connection so pure, all the angels in heaven would be jealous.
Gently rocking against him, my mouth met his as I settled his head between my arms. His lips brushed my cheek, down my neck and over my shoulder, trailing his wet lips across the surface of a body created for him. It was all we both needed, a slow and heavenly grind.
Everything else faded, and it was only Ollie and me. Even in our drunken, spontaneous moment with the others only feet away, Ollie made me feel like we were the only two people in the universe. He grabbed the back of my head, pressing our lips fiercely together to suffocate his moans, and my fingers held on to his hair tightly. “Mia, I’m—