“This is the last night,” Ollie informed the room after helping me down through the hole. “I can’t have any of you showing up anymore.”
“What? Why?” Bria complained, wearing her notorious crop top and booty shorts.
Ollie glanced over to me as I leaned back against the wall beside Jake and passed over the liquor bottle without taking a sip. Isaac, Bria, and Alicia all watched Ollie, awaiting a reply.
“Because it’s not worth getting caught,” Ollie stated clearly. I peered up at him as he rested his hands over his hipbones. His hair was in disarray, his smile still burned, and his natural sun-kissed skin glowed against his tattoos.
Bria lifted a curious brow. “But you never cared before.”
“I had nothing to lose before,” Ollie countered. He was growing impatient and becoming defensive. His smile was withering. Don’t let her get to you, Ollie.
Bria rose to her feet and narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you have to lose now?”
Ollie ran his hand through his hair and grasped the ends. The tension in the room was undeniable. “Everything.”
When Ollie spoke, which was rare amongst others, he had the ability to silence the world around him. Not because he wanted people to listen, but because people wanted to hear. His voice was smooth, his tone deliberate, and each word delicately considered. It was music—no, it was poetry. Yes, each time Ollie opened his mouth, he silenced the world with poetry.
“Fine, then tonight we’re going big. You’re drinking, Ollie,” Bria said, walking over to him with the liquor bottle in hand. “You too, Mia. None of that skipping shit.”
“Bottoms up,” Isaac added amongst Bria’s influence, speaking up for the first time since I’d arrived.
Ollie glanced down at me as I sat pinned against his wall and I raised my shoulders in a half-shrug. We were doomed either way; at least we could end the night making out and blame it on the alcohol like he’d suggested.
The music played in the background, liquor circulated between us and through us, and Jake and I couldn’t restrain our laughter as Alicia awkwardly danced around a drunken Bria.
Bria’s attention rested on Ollie, and from the look in her eyes, and Ollie’s eyes on me, something told me she knew what was going on between Ollie and me. “Who’s up for a game of strip or dare?” she asked with her hands in the air. “I’ll start.”
She shimmied out of her little shorts to reveal a black lace thong underneath. She had no boundaries. None. I had used to be bold, and I supposed a part of me was still daring in a way. I wasn’t exactly sure anymore—stuck between the girl I once was and the girl I hoped to be. A girl who experienced feelings. Real feelings. A girl who cried and showed emotion. A girl who was inspired to love herself because a boy loved her.
“I’m not playing,” Ollie said, and Bria marched over to him and raised him off the mattress by his arm.
“This is our last night, Ollie. You’re playing.” She dragged him across the room and tugged him down beside her on the floor. “Okay, since I stripped first … Ollie, strip or dare?”
Ollie withdrew his shirt and leaned back on his hands. The birds along his ribcage and up his back moved as his muscles flexed. It had been too long since we’d been intimate, and it took all the strength I had not to climb over his lap and have him right then and there. Ollie met my gaze and winked at me from across the circle. “I want you,” I mouthed to him like he’d done to me before. His cheeks flushed, and his smile resurfaced.
“Alicia, strip or dare?” Ollie asked with a lingering smile on his face.
“Dare.”
“Change clothes with Jake.”
Alicia and Jake swapped looks before they scanned each other up and down. Alicia only wore a tank top and little spandex shorts while Jake wore long sleeve flannel pajamas.
They both stood and tipped the mattress into a standing position as they undressed behind it, giggling. When Alicia and Jake stepped out, the rest of us fell into fits of laughter as Jake strutted toward me. My eyes immediately went to the bulge hanging from the tiny shorts. One giant testicle slipped out. My hand flew over my mouth.
Ollie’s mouth shot open as a loud cackle emerged. He slapped his hands together before falling into Isaac’s shoulder when his cackle went silent, and his body shook, fighting the tears. Isaac didn’t know who to laugh at more: Jake or Ollie.
Ollie barely recovered as his eyes glossed over. “I guess the ball’s in your court now, mate,” he said through controlled lips, and then we all lost it.
Isaac fell onto his back, and Ollie brought his hands back over his face as he leaned forward, unable to control his laughter anymore.
Jake looked down and tried to stuff his testicle back into the shorts. “Whatever. Yes, alright? I have a testicular disorder, and you know what else? Bryan fucking loves it.”
His confession only made things unfavorable for him. Ollie crawled on the floor, and the rest of us couldn’t breathe with tears in our eyes.
Within the hour, Ollie refused a few dares by stripping, leaving himself in only his black boxer briefs. Alicia kissed Jake, Bria was still in her crop top and panties, and I was fully clothed with my t-shirt and shorts. I took three shots of liquor and performed my best Bria impersonation. Everyone was drunker than we should have allowed, including me. Perpetual smiles were plastered on everyone’s faces, and the giggles flowed smoothly.
Bria whispered into Isaac’s ear as they peered over at me, and I couldn’t help but feel they were devising a plan.
“Alright, Bria. Strip or dare?” Isaac asked.
“Dare … a proper dare this time,” she said and took a good long swig of the bottle.
“I dare you to touch yourself right here in the middle of the circle …”
My eyes widened, my smile died, and I glanced over at Ollie to see his reaction. Something like this had been bound to happen. It had only been a matter of time.
Ollie lifted off his hands and leaned over. “She’s not fucking doing that, are you mad?” His gaze darted between Isaac, Bria, and me.
“Oh, yes I am, and I dare Ollie to watch me the entire time,” Bria said before she crawled to the middle. The rise out of Ollie was what she wanted. My eyes rushed to see everyone else’s reaction, but all eyes were on Bria as she lay on the floor, knees spread apart, her sex directly in front of Ollie.
“Come on, get off the floor. You’re making a fool of yourself,” Ollie said, still maintaining what little composure he had left.
Bria wiggled on the floor. “You either watch me or strip off your last article of clothing.”
Ollie clenched his jaw and looked up at me.
“No, not at Mia. Look at me,” Bria hissed before dipping her fingers into her panties.
“Oh, shit,” Isaac breathed.
“Stop, Bria,” Ollie pressed. “Your drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing, and Isaac—” he slapped his friend in the chest “—stop provoking her.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Bria said. “I’ll let you touch me, Ollie. Right here …” Bria continued to rub herself inside her panties. My stomach twisted into knots as I looked over at Ollie, but he tried to focus on everything else in the room besides Bria and what she was doing to herself.
“Is this what you wanted?” Ollie asked out loud as he stood and gathered his clothes. “Fuck you, and fuck you...” he said, pointing to Bria and Isaac. “I’m not playing.”
“Calm down, mate. She asked me to,” Isaac said in defense. “I only gave her what she wanted. You always have to ruin everyone else’s good time.”
Ollie fell over his mattress and shook his head.
What exactly was the goal behind her motives? Did she want to see Ollie’s reaction? Did she really want Ollie to touch her? Who was I kidding? Of course, she did. She’d been trying to get with Ollie since before I had arrived.
I stayed beside Jake against the wall as the rest of them continued going over strip or dares. The whispers between Bria and Isaac continued, and eventually, all my dares turned physical, and my clothes started coming off.
“You guys have it out for Mia tonight, yeah?” Alicia said, noticing the tension in the room. Only in my bra and underwear, I swam in the pressure.
“Alright, Mia, last strip or dare. Don’t worry. It’s easy. You only have to kiss Isaac,” Bria said casually.
How did I always find myself in these situations? I glanced over at Ollie, and he motioned me over with the come-hither finger and defeat in his eyes. I shook my head at him. We couldn’t let them win. My eyes scanned the circle until they fell over Bria. She lifted her thin brow. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Mia,” Ollie called out. I cocked my head back toward him. “Please …” he urged with fear in his features.
I stood and walked to the mattress he was lounging on. Ollie gripped my waist and lifted me off the floor and placed me over his lap, facing him. “Is this a bad idea?” I asked as he brushed my hair back with one hand before cupping my neck.
“Probably.” He grinned. His breath was a mix of liquor and mint. And then he kissed me, already giving up everything we’d discussed earlier about keeping us a secret.
“I knew it,” Jake squealed. “They’re like a thing!”
Ollie smiled against my lips before he pulled away. “No, we’re not. Now leave us alone, would ya?” He returned his attention to me, grazing his lips and nose across mine, and everyone else picked up the conversation ten feet behind me. “They’re drunk. They’ll forget about this in the morning. Right now, it’s only you and me. The only girl I want to touch is you, the only girl I want to kiss is you, and the only girl I want to be inside is you.” A lazy, glowing smile appeared across his face.
“I think you’re the one who’s drunk, Masters,” I said through a small laugh.
“Yes. Yes, I’m very drunk.” Ollie looked over my shoulder, “And forgive me, but I need you right now, and no one is paying attention to us …” His hand slid between my thighs before his fingertips brushed over my panties. “May I?”
Stunned, I turned my head to see the rest of the crew continuing the game, laughing, utterly blind to Ollie and me. My eyes met his hazy ones again. His lips glistened, and I sucked in a breath as his finger brushed my sex. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as heat touched my cheeks.
I nodded.
“You trust me, Mia?” he asked, all-knowing he had full control over me. Nodding, I was rendered speechless. He leaned forward and touched his liquor-soaked lips to mine. “Don’t move, no matter what.”
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—
I nodded before his mouth crashed to mine again. His entire body flexed as he pinned me against him, holding our kiss until the holy feeling passed.
Knowing I was the one to bring him pleasure—to cause his breathing to shudder and his body to tense before melting into a perfect bliss—gave me every reason to adore him that much more. He dropped his head into my shoulder as I ran my fingers through his hair.
This beautiful creature loved me, and I would never understand it.
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