His thumbs moved to the corner of my lips, and he was pushing against them like he was molding me just the way he wanted me. And I was taking all of it—the lesson, the attention, these feelings he was creating that were pulsing through me.
And just when I started to gain more of his tongue, when my hands flattened against his stomach, his muscles contracting under my grip, he pulled away.
My eyes opened and caught his.
And I felt myself gasp.
I hadn’t heard it; neither had he. But once I sucked in that breath, it didn’t move from my lungs.
It couldn’t.
Not with the way he was staring at me.
My God.
It wasn’t just his eyes or his touch. It was a feeling created by both that was burrowing into me.
I gasped again, but it was because his hands were on my shoulders, and he was turning me around in the same position I’d been in before.
His chest pressed into my back, and my exhale heated the glass, my hands rubbing against the window to cool them.
A stunning city was before me, but my entire world at this moment was behind me, and he was all I could focus on, especially once he said, “You taste more delicious than I imagined.”
I didn’t recognize this hunger, this neediness that was owning me, but I certainly wasn’t the same girl who had walked into this pod.
“Tell me what you want, Chloe.” His fingertips were underneath my sweater, running up and down my stomach, each dip sending another wave of tingles through me. “Do you want me to tell you about London?” His lips were closer, pressing along the edge of my ear. “Or do you want something from me instead?”
I couldn’t breathe even though I was positive my chest was rising and falling.
London was twinkling in front of us, but I couldn’t process anything I was looking at. All I could concentrate on was his heat.
The feel of him pressed against me.
How every nerve ending in my body was humming.
“You.”
His lips moved once again to the side of my face, just below my ear. And when he exhaled, half of the air trickled down my neck, causing goose bumps everywhere, and the other half went across my face. “You’re not getting all of me in here.”
His thumb brushed my ribs, and I shivered, giving him the same reaction when he did it on the other side.
“But you can have a part of me.” His teeth grazed the bottom of my ear. “Any part, Chloe.” He moved my hair out of the way, his lips now on the back of my neck where I felt just the faintest swipe of his tongue. “Which do you want?”
I had never felt consumed—until now.
All I could think, feel, taste … was Oliver Bennett.
He was asking me to make a decision that was far outside my scope of knowledge. I didn’t know what any of the parts felt like; choosing one felt impossible.
I lifted one of my hands off the glass and closed my eyes, navigating toward the feel until I found the back of his palm. For being in a pod made entirely of glass, it felt like the safest option. And for my body, it felt like a good place to start. “This.”
He growled—a sound I’d heard from him, but not this deep or drawn out. “We’ll save my mouth for next time.”
“Oh God.” I shivered again.
I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have his lips on that private, sensitive spot. And then, suddenly, I got the tiniest hint of it when he began to pull at the button at the top of my jeans, the thick metal knob popping through the hole. He held my long locks a little tighter with his other hand, his lips still on the same spot on my neck.
I no longer knew I was in the capsule, on a ride, moving higher and higher in the sky.
I no longer knew anything aside from the fact that my palms were pressing on the freezing glass, and they were holding on with everything I had.
Because he had opened my zipper, and there was tickling and throbbing and an urge to tilt my hips back and forth, the lower he got.
I quivered, whispering, “Oliver,” into the window as he dipped into my panties, grazing a whole different area of skin.
“That’s my sweet girl.” His breath warmed my neck. “Fucking perfect.”
My lips opened the same time my eyes did, and just as I was connecting with the lights, his fingers slid down the front of me, curved around, and circled my wetness.
“Ohhh,” I moaned at this incredible feeling.
I only knew my hand, the expected movements, the boundaries I didn’t push past because I just didn’t know better.
This … was nothing like that.
His fingers didn’t stay still. He pulled back to the front, a place he had passed so quickly before, and he rubbed the top. Back and forth. Slow and fast, a different amount of pressure applied each time his hand shifted.
“Oh my God,” was all I could groan.
He went deeper again, and his finger was sinking into me. Just the tip.
“It’s so fucking sexy to know I’m the first guy to touch your pussy.” He released my hair, and he was on my nipple, rolling it, giving me a pressure that was the most overwhelming combination.
But it didn’t stop there.
He had put his palm on my clit, and now, he was going in as far as his middle knuckle.
“So tight …” I heard him echo over my skin.
This was a whole different level of being consumed.
This was ownership.
“Oliver …” My forehead pressed against the glass. “Oh my God.”
He was all the way in, holding steady, his palm pulsing against my clit.
My legs were spread wide, hands still flat on the window, my eyes on the blinking white below.
But I was lost in a bubble of passion that I couldn’t find my way out of.
And it only got more intense as his hand began to move—his fingers and his palm.
“This”—I tried to breathe—“feels so good.”
He went back as far as his nail and then drove in again—a pattern he repeated over and over. His palm was moving just as fast, both of them twisting in a circle.
“That’s it, sweet girl.” He pinched my nipple, and I moaned so loud. “Relax into my hand, and I’m going to make you come.”
Everything inside me started to move. My head tilted back against his shoulder and my mouth opened and, “Yesss …” was what poured out.
I knew we were climbing. I knew we were getting closer to the top.
But I couldn’t open my eyes because so was I.
His teeth surrounded my earlobe, and he said, “You just got even wetter.”
Everything inside me was closing in. Tightening. The part of him that circled, the part of him that plunged were both moving faster.
It was taking over me.
In every way.
And then a ripple moved through the bottom of my stomach and went straight up my chest, causing my back to arch. “Oliver!” Another quiver shot through me, and I realized I was there—at that edge.
I knew what it felt like when my fingers took me there, but having him do it was so much more intense that I couldn’t let go. I just held on, stalling in this spot where my entire body was shaking.
“Tell me, Chloe.” His lips were now in the center of my cheek, teeth grazing my skin. “Tell me how good it feels.”
He did something inside me, circling me in a way where he hit a certain spot, and I lost it.