It was everything, all in one breath.
“I want to give you something I’ve never given anyone.” And it was true. Before, my egotistic needs were my only concern. Giving head was a purely selfless act, and I had been a self-centered, egotistical, bitch before Ollie.
Ollie grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “You never had your mouth around anyone?” He was surprised. I didn’t blame him.
Staring up at him from the edge of the mattress, with his fingers wrapped around my wrist, I shook my head. “No.”
He turned his head slightly as a dimple beamed from his cheek, and he ran his palm down his face and through his hair. When his eyes met mine again, his smile was everything. “I can’t seem to wipe this stupid smile off my face.”
“Why are you smiling?”
He sighed, still smiling, still in awe. “I haven’t gone down on anyone either before you …” A laugh pushed through his lips.
My brows pulled together as I leaned back on my hands. “You never went down on anyone?”
Ollie shook his head. “Not until you.”
“But you’re so good at it.”
“You make me good at it.” He winked and released my wrist. “And if I could go back and take away every other first, I would … If I knew one day you’d come into my life, I would have waited.”
“All those small steps were leading you to me, Ollie. If a stone was thrown in one of our paths, if one little thing had changed, would we have met at all?”
Ollie smiled. “Every second is a life-altering decision, but all routes lead to one destination. Weaknesses aren’t strong enough to deter you from your fate—they never were. We’re created with fault, Mia, and whether or not we made a different decision, all my paths would have still led me to you.”
Shaking my head, I said, “How am I supposed to give you head if you keep me smiling. Now, stop. You’re killing my gift-giving vibe.” I returned my hands to his legs and looked back up at him. His expression was a mixture of adoration and lust, his eyes heavy with need, and his lips parted slightly in anticipation. “Take off your shirt, Ollie.”
Ollie reached behind him and withdrew his shirt on command before dropping it to the floor. The lines peeking above his joggers deepened, and the ink on his torso stretched as his muscles flexed. He lowered his hand to my face and ran his thumb over my bottom lip. I kissed his fingertip, and Ollie closed his eyes. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are right now,” he whispered, blinking his eyes open again. “Fuck, Mia. You’re always so God damn beautiful, but right now …” He shook his head in awe.
His hard-on pressed against the thin fabric of his joggers, starving for release. Pulling his pants and boxers down together, they slid over his arousal and down his thighs, and I kissed his lower abdomen. Ollie combed his fingers through my hair, keeping the locks away from my face as his eyes drowned in desire.
Grabbing the length of him, I ran my tongue up the bottom of his shaft before wrapping my lips around him. Ollie’s eyes closed as every muscle in his face relaxed. My lips slid across the tight skin, each stroke taking him deeper. Ollie’s head fell back as he moaned. “Holy … Christ, Mia …” He looked down again, and I held his gaze.
Sucking, my tongue slid across each vein, one hand at the back of his thigh and the other holding his length at the base. I learned which parts were more sensitive than others by his reactions—the way his fingers gripped my hair and the way he jolted against me. His tip hit the back of my throat, and I flicked my tongue against the sensitive part underneath.
Ollie tried pulling my head away, “Mia … I’m about to … fuck …” And I grabbed his backside, my mouth covering him, sucking, then taking him deeper once more and it was all he needed before he pulsed in my mouth. Every muscle in his beautiful body went rigid before relaxing against my hold.
Pulling away, I looked up at Ollie, who had a lazy smile on his face. He cupped my face and brought me to my feet and kissed me hard, eagerly. “You were …” He kissed me again. “That was … “ He slammed his mouth to mine in desperation.
He kicked off his joggers and boxers, wrapped his arms around my waist, and spun me around before falling over the mattress, taking me on top of him. He gripped the back of my head as his lips never left mine, soft, sensual, and craving me. He dipped his other hand under my shirt and ran it across my bare skin.
Pulling away from our kiss, I straddled him and lifted my shirt over my head as he reached around me to unclasp my bra. He pulled the bra straps down each shoulder and arm, one by one, until he removed it altogether. His eyes radiated as he took in the sight of me. Thirsty for our connection, he wet his lips and grabbed the back of my head to lead my mouth back to his. His other hand maneuvered the buttons of my jeans before tugging them off entirely.
Once I was completely naked, he rolled me over to my side as we faced each other. He gripped the back of my thigh and pulled my leg over his. “I want to cherish right now. Let’s lay here for a moment,” he said as he trailed his fingers up my thigh, to my bottom, and pinned my sex against his. His arousal grew again against my wetness, and it was a blissful torment.
My fingers fell over his face as I etched his jawline, his chin, his lips, his freckle by his mouth as Ollie’s fingertips ran up my curves, over my hips, dipping at my waist, then cupping my breast.
His lips grabbed mine tenderly before he slipped his tongue through, meeting mine with a slow cadence. His taste held the same fire and ice as the first time as we relished in this moment, admiring one another, taking in each other’s allure. Hot tears gathered at the corners of my eyes before spilling in our beauty.
“Why are you crying, love?”
“It’s because I know.
“What do you know?”
“I can no longer be without this … without you,” I said. Ollie grinned and pinned my chest against his as I continued, “Until I met you, I never thought about a tomorrow...” Another tear fell down my cheek, warm and comforting. “I know not today, or next year, but maybe when we get out of here, if you ask me to be with you forever, my answer will always be ‘yes.’ I wanted to tell you now because right now I realize I love you, Ollie, and I wanted you to be a part of this moment in knowing, too.” I exhaled. “And somehow, I’ve loved you this whole time … I just wasn’t ready to accept it.”
I’d never in a million years thought those words would ever fall from my lips. I had it bad for the boy who felt too much.
Ollie dipped his head back and raised a brow. “Mia Rose Jett, are you pre-proposing to me?” A boyish grin spread along his features as he scanned my face.
Lifting my shoulder in a half shrug, I only replied with the same smile.