by Marni Mann
“Sounds like a typical boy’s room.”
He had several framed pictures on the wall, and I went over to them. They showed him and his roommates skiing and at the beach and in pubs. There were also numerous shots of Oliver with his parents and three sisters, and more of whom I assumed were grandparents and extended family.
I headed over to the bed and took a seat on the end. “What are you doing tonight?” I could hear noise in the background.
“I’m meeting the girls for drinks, so you’re about to get in the shower with me.”
I pulled the phone away from my face to check the time, quickly doing the math. “Are you going to Sissy K’s?”
“Of course.”
A heaviness moved into my chest. When I had been able to squeeze in time to go out, that was the bar we always went to. “I really miss you.”
“Babe, you have no idea.”
Before the nostalgia really set in, there was a buzz from the front door, and I knew that meant Oliver’s food had arrived. “Gotta go. Call me when you wake up.”
“Love you.”
I slid the phone into my back pocket and hurried to the main door where the delivery driver was waiting outside. “What do I owe you?”
He handed me the bag. “All taken care of. Enjoy.”
“Thank you,” I responded and shut the door, bringing the food into the kitchen.
It smelled delicious as I set it on the counter, reaching inside the bag to remove the three containers. I pulled off the first lid and found fish and chips. The second was a meat pie. The third was a pile of warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies.
My mouth wouldn’t stop watering as I looked at all the favorites he had sent.
Me: You are so sweet. Thank you so much for dinner. I will never be able to eat all of this, but it looks amazing.
Oliver: Enjoy, gorgeous.
Oliver: Our flight is delayed. No idea what time we’ll be home. Get some sleep.
Me: Safe travels. xo
I woke to the feeling of cold. It was on my face and across my chest and lying on top of me.
“Oliver”—I shivered—“you’re an icicle.” My eyes slowly opened, and I pulled my arms out of the comforter and wrapped them around his neck.
“The heater broke in Jake’s car, so we drove back from Heathrow in a fucking freezer.” As I held him tighter, his beard grazed my cheek. “You’re so warm.”
The scent of his room had been so strong when I first got here, but it was nothing compared to smelling it fresh from his skin, the leather and lust notes I now only associated with him.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
A smile spread across my lips, and I kissed his cheek, the coldness almost sweetening his flavor. “I’m happy you’re back.”
When I’d eventually gotten into his bed, I’d taken off all my clothes, except for my panties, and put on one of his T-shirts. Each time he exhaled, it breezed down the thin cotton of his shirt, causing goose bumps to rise over my skin.
He lowered his mouth to the collar, growling as he traced all the way around my neck. “It’s so sexy that you’re wearing this.”
My head tilted back, my mouth opening as he kissed down the center of my chest. “Ahhh.”
Because his shirt was so loose, I’d tied it at the side, forcing the fabric to cling to me. I could tell Oliver had noticed, especially when his lips surrounded my nipple over the material and he sucked it into his mouth.
“Oh God.” I quivered. The texture, heat, and coolness from his mouth felt like an explosion.
“You like that.” He looked at me as he spoke, the glow from the TV lighting up his face in the dark room, a hunger tearing through his eyes.
The sight was so sexy; all I could do was moan, “Yes.”
His mouth lowered down my stomach, his hands framing my sides until he reached the only other fabric that was covering me. I felt his lips press against the center of my panties, and then a blast of warm air ricocheted through me.
“I’ve wanted to taste this for days.”
“Oh God.” My head ground into the back of the pillow, my heels doing the same to the mattress while I tried to find air.
He spread my thighs even more, continuing to breathe against me, each burst causing me to wriggle beneath him. The anticipation of his tongue was almost too much to bear, and with his face still so cold, it only added to the intensity I was already feeling.
“Oliver,” I hissed when he slid my panties to the side, his tongue instantly swiping me.
He licked to the top and dropped all the way down. Then, his fingers moved through the wetness, and I was experiencing a whole different kind of full.
Enough days had passed that I was no longer sore, so each dip of his finger began to feel better and better, and combined with his mouth, he was bringing my body to a place I couldn’t return from.
He must have sensed it because he started to move faster, adding even more pressure when he gave me a second finger. The tingling was taking over, a fierce build in my lower stomach that was stretching across me, tensing my body before it erupted.
I shook.
Everywhere.
Tremors racked my body as waves of pleasure shot through me. After each one, I expected Oliver to stop licking, for his hand to still. But he kept on, giving me what I needed until he knew I couldn’t handle any more.
That was when I glanced at him, seeing that he had pulled back his mouth a few inches but hadn’t moved any farther.
“You are”—I tried to find more words and was struggling—“incredible at that.”
Before I had the last syllable out, he was reaching for my panties, wiggling them down my legs, and as he moved back up, I saw he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
He’d already placed a condom on the bed, so he lifted it in his hand, ripped off the top of the metal foil, and rolled the latex on.
It was a shaft I remembered so intimately, my body tingling again as I stared at it, and then it was out of my sight as he positioned himself over me. I hugged his neck and felt the coolness of his skin and the roughness of his hair as he rubbed his chest against me. And I loved the way both of them felt.
His palms surrounded my face. “It’s not going to hurt as bad this time, all right?”
He kissed me, and he wasn’t gentle, sucking out what little air I had left, but he was taking my mind off the burning as his tip slid in. He was right about the pain; it wasn’t nearly as intense, and I knew what to expect, my body remembering him as though he’d been here only moments ago.
“You feel so good,” he said with his lips on mine.
He moved them to my throat, and I tried to fill my lungs, calming myself through this initial part.
He didn’t rush his movements. He knew I couldn’t handle that yet. But he also didn’t go as slow as he had last time because I could take more, and I was sure he could sense that. So, he continued to bury himself, and once he was all the way in, he didn’t move.
He kissed both cheeks and across my nose and finally paused in front of my mouth. “It’s so fucking hot that your pussy is molded just to fit me.”
If I wasn’t already pulsing, I would have started. And if I wasn’t already melting, his eyes would have made me.
His hips reared back, and he drove into me.
My nails found their way into his skin, and I moaned, “Oliver …”
“Mmm,” he growled, gliding all the way in and back. “Is that starting to feel good?”
He must have felt the moment my body accepted him; that was when he picked up with a harder, faster pace. And each pump allowed me to learn the fullness and friction of this position. The way he was bending over me, how his short, coarse hairs were rubbing my clit. Suddenly, I was getting closer to the place where his tongue had just brought me.
Before that could happen, he slowed to a crawl and drew lines across my breasts with his tongue. He grazed his teeth over the peak of my nipple and breathed, “So fucking wet,” on my mouth, and afte
r a short kiss, he added, “I want you to feel this.” His hands were on my hips, and he was no longer inside me, but he was moving us. “Trust me,” he added when our eyes caught.
We hadn’t tried any positions aside from him on top.
This was another first, but with all the others in the past, Oliver had proven I could trust him with my body, so I did again, and I followed where he took me, which was straddling his lap. My hands clung to his shoulders, and I watched him aim his dick.
All I had to do was drop down.
“Take as much of me as you can.”
I stared at him, absorbing his accent and growly voice.
“It’s going to feel better than you think.”
I was lost.
Again.
And as though he knew I needed to be guided, his hand was on my waist, and he was holding me over his crown. I was a bundle of throbbing tingles, and that was what drove me lower. The air in my body left as the pressure began to fill me with a heaviness I hadn’t experienced so far.
“Wow,” I sighed, stopping halfway.
His tongue was back to flicking my nipple, his hand circling my clit, and I was dropping down even further. Even though the fullness was overwhelming, I still wanted more.
And I gasped when I got it.
From up here, with his entire cock now inside me, it was a completely different sensation than the previous position. While I got used to it, fighting through the discomfort at first, I stayed still, and Oliver continued to move his attention to other parts of my body.
And eventually, he put his hand on my hip, rocked me forward, and said, “You’re going to come so fucking hard.”
I slowly let out the breath I’d been holding in and felt my body loosen, and I moved my hips on my own. “Oh my God,” I groaned.
The build was there immediately, increasing with every arch of my back, every rise and fall over his dick. And within a few bounces, his hand was gone, and I was on my own. I kept up the same rhythm, my arms now circling Oliver’s neck to bring him in even closer. I took in everything that was passing between us—the sensations, the sounds, the weight of our emotions—and I let it build inside me.
“You’re getting tighter,” he grunted against my mouth, rubbing my clit in every direction.
I knew I was riding him, but I was in a different world. One where passion was driving me, giving me this burst of confidence. And the feelings in my body, the sensations I’d been able to hold off, were now completely taking over.
My hips bucked, going faster than they had so far. “Yesss.”
“Make me come, baby.”
Knowing the peak was just seconds away, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow. The pulsing, the clenching, the bursting—it was all owning me.
And I lost myself.
Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly feel any better, when the spasms couldn’t dominate another part of my body, he jerked his hips upward and took the control from me.
Within a few pumps, I watched the orgasm pass through him. “Chloe,” he grunted, his hands tightening on my face, his movements sharp and powerful. “Fuck yes.”
I held on to the sound of my name while both of us trembled, our breaths matching as his movements stopped.
I was wrapped around his shoulders, mouth pressed to his when he said, “You’re incredible.”
I smiled at his compliment and buried my face in his neck, so I could have a moment to just take this all in. He wouldn’t let me do it alone, keeping our bodies intertwined, his warmth surrounding me. He kept me squeezed against him, and several minutes passed before he said anything.
“Are you hungry?”
He was still inside me, sweat covering our skin, this intense feeling still lightly throbbing through me. Food just seemed like a faraway thing.
“I have no idea,” I answered honestly.
“How about we take a shower, and then I warm up some of those cookies and make us a cup of tea?”
I knew that was something I would probably never hear back at home, especially not at my age, and that made me love it even more.
I unfolded from his neck and stared at his sexy face. “I’d say yes to just about anything right now.”
He kissed me, and I was surprised by how gentle it was. He tightened his grip on my face, and his eyes narrowed. “No more trips.” His stare dipped, gradually returning to mine. “I don’t like missing you, Chloe.”
Something tore through my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was because we both knew my time here was really just an extended trip or because my feelings for him were growing, and that was scaring the shit out of me.
As I gazed into his eyes, I was positive it was both.
Sixteen
“Good morning,” I whispered as I cuddled into Oliver’s back, wrapping my arm over his side and tucking my face into the crook of his neck.
Only a few hours had passed since he returned home, his alarm having gone off seconds ago, signaling it was time to get up for class.
His fingers landed on mine, clasping them together. “Mmm.” He rolled over and pulled me onto his chest, his other hand rubbing across my back. “Do you need to go to your dorm before class?” His movements paused while he waited for my answer.
“No.” My fingers were lost in his chest, rotating between the small patch of hair between his pecs and running across his collarbone. “I brought everything I need with me.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I like having you stay here.”
“Me too.”
The last time I’d spent the night, he’d just walked me home in the morning, but soon, I’d be getting ready in the bathroom he shared with Jake, and we’d ride to our class together—things I’d never done with a guy … before today.
“I think I’ll have time to cook us some breakfast.”
The thought of Oliver standing at the stove—a sight I would never grow tired of—should have filled me with the most intense warmth. And it did, but that was what made this even harder. “I have to talk to you about something.” My voice was so soft, not sounding like I’d just woken up.
That was because I hadn’t. In fact, I hadn’t even gone to bed, unable to get my mind off the conversation I’d had with Molly. I didn’t know if this was the right time to bring it up, but I had to say something.
He leaned up on his elbow to get a better look at me and searched my eyes before he said, “What’s wrong, gorgeous?”
I took a deep breath, unsure of where to start or how to say this. “Oliver, I’m fucking crazy about you.” I’d used his own words, but they were so perfect; there was no reason to change them. “But …” I shook my head, an ache moving through my chest that was threatening to strangle me. “I’m only here for the semester, and then I’m going back to Boston. And …” I didn’t know how the feeling could strengthen, but it was gripping me like the lock I tied around my bike in the city. “I know what that’s going to mean for us.”
I wasn’t experienced when it came to men. But I wasn’t stupid enough to believe a relationship could last when we lived thousands of miles apart and when we weren’t in a financial situation where we could afford to fly back and forth.
His hand was now on my cheek, his thumb rubbing across my skin, each pass making this even harder. We stayed like that for a while until he finally broke the silence. “Have you booked your return flight?”
A heavy pressure slid to the back of my throat. “No.”
When he went to my other cheek, he sent me a whiff of his cologne, and it felt like the lock twisted and narrowed around my throat.
“Stay for the summer,” he said. “You’ll have to leave the dorm, so move in here and fly back to the States when school starts.”
My mouth opened, eyes widening as I processed what he’d just said. “You want me to … move in with you?”
That wasn’t something I’d considered or thought was even an option. I’d planned on leaving when school ended even though I had no reason to rush back.
His stare intensified, shifting between mine. “I would like that a lot. Chloe …” His teeth ground across his bottom lip, his light-blue eyes turning more emotional. “I can’t change what’s going to happen between us or fix where we live, but I can buy us a little more time.”
In the softest voice, I said, “It still won’t be enough.”
“You’re right.” He kissed my cheek, leaving his mouth there. “But I have you through the summer, and you can bet your arse I’m not going to waste a single second of that.”
One thought plagued my mind as I stared at this handsome, wonderful guy.
How will I ever say good-bye to you?
Seventeen
“Is this what Maine looks like?” Oliver asked from the driver’s seat of Jake’s car.
I wrapped my other hand around his, sandwiching his fingers, as I glanced through the window at the countryside. “Almost identical.” I grinned, thinking of the magnificent hills we had in my hometown and the cabins that lined the road similar to here. “Both places are just beautiful.”
He hadn’t given me many details on where he was taking me for the weekend, aside from wanting to leave after his class this morning and that I needed to pack warm clothes for two nights. We’d spent the last six weekends together, and we hadn’t traveled more than ten miles outside the city. Now, we’d been in the car for over three hours, and I wasn’t even close to guessing where we were.
He pulled my fingers up to his mouth, kissing the tops of my knuckles just as he began to slow down the car. He turned off the main road and onto a gravel path, weaving us through a thick section of woods. It wasn’t dense like the forest of Maine but enough that I couldn’t see where it ended. We stayed on the narrow trail for several minutes before it opened into a clearing, a house sitting at the end.
“Oh, it’s adorable,” I said, looking at the stone cottage that was pretty enough for a fairy tale. “Is this where we’re staying?”