by Bella King
The guys were in there playing poker again, but Oliver wasn’t playing. He was mixing cocktails in the kitchen, and took my bags of stuff with him, leaving me standing at the door with a decision to make. Was I going to join Mia or Oliver?
I decided to stick to my plan of subtle interrogation, so I stepped into the pale yellow kitchen to speak with Oliver.
I was wearing another dress, red this time, with a pearl necklace that my parents had given to me before I left for college. It was the most expensive piece of jewelry I had. Hell, it was about the only piece of jewelry I had. I didn’t exactly have money burning a hole through my pocket like Oliver apparently did. That would be my first inquiry.
“So,” I began, doing a sultry sidestep toward Oliver. I could smell the rich scent of his cologne and was immediately reminded of the last party when he kissed me. I felt guilty for wanting his lips again. “How much are they paying you to suck Professor Lyche’s dick at school?”
Oliver laughed, pouring whiskey into a red solo cup. “Not enough, that’s for sure. What, are you thinking of becoming an assistant?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. I just wanted to know how you can afford so much nice stuff.”
Oliver grew quiet, his shoulders hunching in defensively as he poured soda into the whiskey cup. “I’m good with money.”
I didn’t buy that, not with how much he spent on booze every weekend. Even the whiskey he was pouring was at least middle shelf quality. College students drink vodka, not mid-tier whiskey.
“Could you make me a drink?” I asked, lightening my tone. I didn’t want him to think I was grilling him. I wanted to seem calm and casual.
“Sure thing. What do you want?”
“Vodka cranberry,” I replied, seeing the bottle of cranberry juice on the counter.
Oliver snatched a bottle of vodka off the table and flipped it around his back like a bartender. I was impressed by this move, but I didn’t show it in my face. He wouldn’t get that satisfaction until I knew what was going on.
Oliver glanced at me, smirking as he poured a double shot of vodka into another plastic cup. “Not impressed?” He teased, noticing that I was trying to hide the fact.
“I’ve seen better bartending,” I said in an aloof tone.
Oliver handed my cranberry vodka to me. “And I’ve seen better liars.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. He could see right through me, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I needed to know what was going on.
I let the party unwind us both for a while, dialing back my questions until Oliver was drunker. It didn’t take long. About an hour and a half into eating chips and drinking we were all tipsy enough to start laughing at stupid jokes and revealing more than we usually did about ourselves.
I found out that Jordan was an aspiring athlete but had been kicked off the soccer team for playing too aggressively. He was considering transferring to another school to continue his sports career. Mia was hanging off every word he said like it was honey, and I was relieved. That meant that she was no longer chasing Oliver, at least for the time being.
Was I jealous when she spent time with Oliver? Maybe, but I had no right to be, and I knew that. I could pursue him if I wanted to, but I wasn’t. We had our boundaries, but sometimes boundaries aren’t enough, especially when you start to blur the lines between flirting and bickering.
Oliver was taking cheap shots at me the entire night, commenting on my outfit, how much I was drinking, and the way I talked. He was starting to get on my nerves, and he liked it. This was a game for him.
“Another drink? I don’t want you puking on my cat, Lydia,” Oliver said loudly as I got up with an empty cup in my hand.
I stuck my tongue out at him, stumbling over a set of legs to get to the kitchen. One of the gang was already asleep on the floor of the living room. I walked to the kitchen, my footsteps heavy on the floor as I tried to walk normally. I was already several drinks in, but I wasn’t slowing down. The more I drank, the more I felt like drinking more. That’s how people get themselves into trouble.
I knew that Oliver had followed me into the kitchen. I could feel the thuds of his feet as he meandered in after me. “Don’t spill anything,” he said as I picked up the cranberry juice and dumped it into my cup.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’ve had more to drink than I have,” I replied.
A loose smile graced his handsome face as he moved toward me. “I’m also a lot bigger than you are.”
“And?”
“And more powerful,” he grumbled, leaning in closer than he should. “I can hold my liquor better.”
“You want to bet?” I challenged, knowing full well that I would lose any such bet when it came to drinking.
Oliver moved his hand to my waist, running his fingers against the thin fabric of my red dress. He had his eyes on my cleavage the entire night, and I had made it a point to yank down my neckline enough so that he could get a taste of the large globes sitting on my chest.
I was blessed with a big rack, something that men adored and women envied. It wasn’t all a walk in the park, but having large breasts did give me an upper hand in some situations. I felt that this was one of them.
I felt confident enough to play a seductress role and hopefully win some information from Oliver in return. I leaned into him a bit, pressing the side of my hip against his crotch. “Do you like me?” I asked bluntly.
Oliver didn’t flinch. “No.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s not very romantic.”
Oliver pressed himself even closer to me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as the words danced from his mouth. “I wasn’t trying to be romantic,” he replied, but his actions said otherwise.
“Do you know who Todd is?” I asked, testing to see whether Jordan was his informant.
Oliver was quick to say no. Too quick, in fact, for him to be telling the truth. If he didn’t know about Todd, he would have had to take time to search his brain. Why was Oliver such a damn liar?
“Who is Todd?” Oliver asked, maintaining a casual tone.
“My boyfriend,” I lied, testing him again.
I saw panic in his face at my words. “What?” He said, pulling away from me. “Is that a joke?”
It was nice to watch Oliver squirm, but that wasn’t what I was here to do. I didn’t want to blow my chance to find out what he was up to by convincing him that I was dating someone. He would back off if that was the case, and that’s not what I wanted.
I smiled at him and pulled him back to me. “It was a joke. You seem bothered by it,” I said, my voice resembling velvet. I needed to lure him back into a false sense of security.
Oliver shrugged. “No, just confused. Never seen you with any guys.”
Oliver barely saw me at all around school. How would he know? Alarms were going off in my head left and right, and I was struggling to figure out if I was paranoid like Mia had suggested or if Oliver was keeping an eye on me.
“Can I see your cat?” I asked, changing the subject. “It’s kind of stuffy in here.”
“You’re right. I should probably feed her too,” Oliver said, taking me by the hand and leading me to his bedroom.
I knew that Mia saw me waltz right into the bedroom alone with him again and did nothing. I had warned her about this, but she didn’t stop me. The truth was, I didn’t want her to. Maybe it was the drinks egging me on, but I wanted another taste of Oliver, and I was dying to get it tonight.
As soon as we were in the room, Oliver locked the door. He shoved me against the wall and stared into my eyes with a look that told me I was in trouble. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me, but I was mistaken.
“Why are you interrogating me?” Oliver asked angrily, one hand pressing my shoulder against the wall.
“I’m not,” I said.
“Yeah, right. Both you and Mis have been asking me all kinds of questions tonight. I want to know what your deal is?” Oliver growled.
“I’m not doing anything, Oliver. I was just teasing you,” I said, my voice cracking.
Oliver showed his teeth, but he didn’t wear a smile. “You better stop this bullshit, Lydia. It’s not a game. First, Mia starts grilling me about my ex-girlfriend, then you start asking about my work, pretending that you have a boyfriend, and acting like you want to fuck me.”
The way he said fuck sent a surge of excitement through me. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears. I was turned on and embarrassed by it. I didn’t want him to know that I was into him, but I was doing a poor job of hiding it.
“I didn’t mean to pry. I was just curious,” I said.
He applied more pressure to my shoulder in response. My shoulder blade was digging uncomfortably into the wall. I winced, but Oliver didn’t react to my pain. He didn’t show any sympathy at all, and that cold calculated look that I had seen on his face the night he drove me back home returned.
“You’re in way over your head, Lydia. This isn’t what you think it is,” Oliver said, his voice so quiet that I almost couldn’t hear his words.
I got goosebumps with everything he did to me. I felt stupid, like a doll that he was tossing around, and yet I was enjoying it. He was right that this wasn’t what I thought it was. I didn’t have a clue what was going on in his fucked up head, but I knew that I was attracted to it.
I cleared my throat, which was dry from the rush of adrenaline. “You’re just acting strange, Oliver. First, you act like you want me, and then you push me away. Why can’t you make up your mind?” I asked.
Oliver shook his head and finally reduced the pressure on my shoulder. “We aren’t a thing. I already told you,” he said bitterly.
“And why can’t we be?” I asked, realizing that I was admitting to liking him.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips. I felt the hot breath on my face as he looked down at me. His eyebrows were tilted outward, giving an impression of suffering, but his teeth were clenched in frustration. “You need to watch your step very carefully. You don’t want to get involved with me,” he said.
“Why not?” I challenged. “I don’t buy your stupid ex-girlfriend story. I have a crazy ex, and I know what it’s like.”
That seemed to hit him hard, like a physical blow. He staggered back for a second before regaining his balance. “You don’t know the half of it. You’re nothing more than a clueless bitch that keeps crossing the line.”
“And you’re nothing but a bully,” I snapped back.
“I’m much worse than that,” Oliver said, tilting his head down and making intense eye contact with me. “I’ll ruin your life before you ruin mine.”
I grabbed his head and yanked toward my lips, planting them on his fucking stupid face so hard that my front teeth slammed against my lips hard enough to draw blood. I didn’t care. I was drunk and numb to the pain as I kissed Oliver.
His hand came up to my breasts immediately, the sensual treats he had been eying all night, and squeezed them roughly in his strong hands. I moaned into his mouth as I tasted his lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth, moving against the backs of my teeth and plunging deep in the back of my throat.
I wanted him more than I had ever wanted someone before. I was possessed with the desire to be taken, broken in by the man that I had sworn to hate. He a liar and a cocky asshole, but I wanted him to claim me as his nonetheless.
Oliver ripped open my dress from the neckline, tearing it all the way down the front. The fabric ripped loudly, the seams cracking and popping as he tore it down to my bellybutton. I gasped, taking in a breath as his lips left mine and he continued to ruin my dress.
“Take this fucking thing off,” Oliver demanded, stepping back.
My once perfect red dress was now hanging off my shoulder, ripped straight down the middle in an irreparable act of desperate lust and anger. I let it fall to my feet, revealing my braless breasts and small black panties.
Oliver feasted on my body with his eyes, flickering across the gentle curves that begged him to sink his thick cock inside of me and pump me full of everything he had. Once he had gotten enough of the view, he pulled his white cotton t-shirt over his head, revealing a chest full of vicious tattoos. They ran down to his stomach, snakes, and demonic beings etched permanently into his skin.
His abs shone through the black ink spectacularly, drawing my eyes in and distracting me from my own nudity. I was fascinated by his body. The sharp masculine muscle lines formed a V-shaped ridge down to his crotch. My eyes fell to the bulge in his jeans as his leather belt clinked upon.
He was huge, and not just in body size. His cock fell out of his pants like an anchor but sprung up with a sturdiness that signaled his readiness to bury that sucker deep between my legs. I never wanted to enjoy Oliver like this, but my instinct had taken over, and I couldn’t resist him any longer. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him once he came toward me.
“Get in the bed,” Oliver demanded, pointing over to it.
I circled him, keeping a foot or two of distance as I slunk to the bed. I was unable to remove my eyes from his cock as he glared at me with an unparalleled intensity. This was it, the moment I swore would never happen but was fated to, nevertheless.
I reclined on the bed, propping myself up with both arms. Oliver crawled onto the bed, hovering over me with a seductive glare. I felt his hot breath on my lips as they moved in again. This time, he was the one in control.
My lips parted at the same time my legs did. The world outside this bedroom no longer mattered. What did matter was how I was going to handle this giant man on top of me.
Oliver’s hot hands ran down my body, riding every curve as his fingers gently graced my waist to my thighs. He pushed my legs open further with his muscular thighs, and slipped hand to my pussy. His fingers drifted to the center of me, and I felt a pleasure that resembled an electric shock as his fingers touched my core.
He used one finger to lightly rub my clit in circles, slathering the wetness that was dripping from me all over my entrance. His cock hung ready to mount me as he double tasked, kissing and massaging me to the point where my body was crying for him to plunge inside.
Oliver teased me, savoring every second of our slow dance into insanity. The pleasure rose in my body as I experienced the touch of a man again. I had never been taken this way. It moved me to have my body paid such delicate attention to, and it surprised me that Oliver was capable of that.
“I want you inside of me,” I begged.
Oliver’s crooked smile told me he wasn’t quite ready to do that. He had more planned for me. He pushed me back so that I was lying on the bed, legs open for him, and breasts moving like waves from the force of my fall. He took both breasts in his hands, covering them completely in his palms before squeezing the soft flesh.
Every move sparked more arousal from me. I moaned as he kneaded my breasts in his hands. He bent his head down to find a nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth and swirling his tongue around it. “Delicious,” he said once he popped the nipple out.
Both my nipples had formed firm peaks at his actions, and I was trembling in anticipation as to what came next. Oliver grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head up to his, and stared into my soul. “You’re mine now,” he growled.
I felt the prod of his cock at my entrance, and then the head slipped in. I gasped, keeping my mouth wide open and my eyebrows titled outward in an expression of pleasurable shock as he pushed into me.
“So tight,” he grumbled, thrusting in deeper.
I could barely contain my moans, and I knew I would be too loud, and someone would hear me. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was giving myself up to Oliver like this. I felt like his bitch at the moment, a
toy for his pleasure, but I loved every second of it.
I placed my hand over my own mouth, attempting to muffle my cries of pleasure as he began to ram his cock inside of me. Oliver put more weight on me, holding me in place with my legs up in the air as he fucked me hard.
The gentleness had left his touch, and now it was free for all, with him pulled my hair and slamming his cock up in my pussy with such aggression that orgasm came quicker than it ever had with any man I had fucked or any toy for that matter.
My body exploded in pure ecstasy, a blinding white flash of the universe coming down me as the waves of pleasure rippled through my body like a violent storm. Oliver was holding back, trying not to cum too quick, but it was of no use. I felt his seed squirt inside of me as he pumped out everything he had.
Everything was a hazy blur. My mind was nearly melted into a puddle of useless glop from the intense sexual pleasure. I could feel my whole body relaxing in a way that I could never experience on my own. I took a deep breath in as Oliver collapsed on top of me, and let it out into an immediate slumber as he laid there, basking the afterglow of raw, unfiltered sex.
I felt complete for that brief moment before it all faded to black.
Chapter 18
I woke in my own bed, as though the night had never happened. It was a blur, but I remembered Oliver fucking the living daylight out of me before we both fell asleep in his bed. I wondered if it was all a dream, but my aching brain told me otherwise.
I lifted my head from the pillow, the familiar cranial pounding of a hangover warning me against drinking too much. It was a little too late for that, and I was pretty sure I had done irreversible damage to my liver in the process. You live, and you learn, I guess.
Hangovers are one thing, but the consequences of having sex with Oliver would probably loom over my head for much longer. I hadn’t managed to get much real information out of him like I had originally planned, but I did confirm that there was something afoot. Everything he did seemed reluctant, and he had apparently carted me back to my apartment to sleep instead of letting me stay over at his.