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.
“You know, I’m supposed to propose, right? I’ll be damned if you take that away from me.” He rolled over on top of me and settled between my legs. “You want to know when I knew?”
I nodded as he rocked his hips back and forth against me.
“I woke up one morning from a nasty hangover, made my way to the bathroom, and when I opened my eyes, there you were. Standing there, staring back at me, and I just knew.”
I pushed against his shoulder playfully. “We’d never even talked yet.”
“We didn’t have to. I looked up, and this voice inside my head said, ‘There she is, there’s the girl I’ve been waiting for,’ and you stared back at me with those bright light-brown eyes and I swear I almost fell to my knees right then. It took everything I had not to. In the mess hall, I thought you were an apparition, like a figment of my imagination, but the morning in the bathroom, you changed my whole world, and you had no clue.” He brought himself on his elbows as my head rested between them, and ran his fingers up my forehead and through my hair.
His passionate kiss left promises of forever across my lips. He lowered himself, scraping his lips across my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone. He took my hard nipples between his lips, gently pulling them between his teeth before slipping further down my torso. My breath wavered when his hands reached the back of my thighs, gripping as his lips marked their territory across my stomach.
Lower.
Ollie trailed kisses along my hipbone and over my pelvis. He rested his head against my thigh, between my legs, and looked up at me, helplessly in love. He didn’t have to speak the words; I knew.
His warm breath spread across my sex first, breathing on me and breathing me in. “I am embarrassingly obsessed with the taste of you,” he confessed. “Utterly addicted.” His words hit my insides, shooting rockets up the center. His warm tongue hit my entrance as he stroked through my groove before landing over my knot. “Infatuated,” he breathed.
“Don’t tease me, Ollie … I can’t … handle it.” Each word struggled to free.
Ollie grinned.
He reached for a pillow, folded it in half, and lifted my bottom over it. “Don’t move,” he demanded, and pushed my knees apart. “Keep these open. I want to see and taste all of you.” Then, in one precise and demanding stroke up with his tongue, his mouth covered my clit. The vibrations in his light moans only added fuel to the manipulation of his tongue. Biting my lip raw, I gripped the mattress as Ollie held the rest of me together yet shattered me to pieces at the same time.
His two hands put pressure down the sides of my sex, spreading and massaging me simultaneously. My vision went hazy as every muscle in my body tightened against him. His supple finger dipped inside, grazing along the spot he knew would push me over the edge, then he sucked his forefinger off between his lips. “You taste so fucking good, Mia.”
The heat from his comment ran to my cheeks as he smiled. And he drove his skillful tongue through me, flicking inside as his lips covered me, his thumb attending to my clit. It was all I needed to let go. I cried out as my climax pulsed against his mouth and his hands pinned me wide and still as he tasted my orgasm.
After landing three soft kisses over my sex, Ollie got on his knees and slowly eased his arousal inside me. His body curled over as his palms hit the mattress on each side of me. “My god, Mia …” he breathed. “You’re still pounding. I can feel you beating against me.” He stilled inside me as he kissed my neck, his hands roaming across my chest and down my sides as I whimpered. “Fuck, I’m going to come from your on-going orgasm around me alone.” He pulled my head between his arms and kissed my lips. “Did that feel good?”
“I’m … still …” I panted, unable to find words, so I nodded.
Ollie brushed his nose against mine. “You want me to stop?”
Pulling my trembling lip between my teeth, I shook my head.
Ollie smiled as he lifted himself back up on his knees. He watched himself slide out only to pump slowly back inside me. His skin tightened, every muscle flexing in his arms and abdomen, and he wet his lips before grinding into me once more. Every cell in my body was in a pleasured frenzy as my sight caved to his beauty.
Ollie cursed and praised my name in one word as my legs shook, trying to keep it together. Returning his eyes to mine, I only saw forever. He brought his thumb to his lips, sucked the tip, and rubbed it over my clit, repeating
circular motions as he continued his torturous slow grind, grazing inside, attending to every sensation. He moved slowly at first, each thrust bringing us both closer. The battle between keeping the slow pace to outlast the pleasure and the need to arrive at the inevitable brink was written all over his desperate expression.
Ollie’s chest crashed against my breasts as he fell over me. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine and brought it over my head to hold himself up. Each grind grew faster and needy. “Baby, I love you …” he said to me, then kissed me, his sweaty body slick over mine through each thrust. His love penetrated deep into my soul. I gripped his soaked hair and tasted the salt on his lips and the fire, ice, and me on his tongue as we both released ourselves into a monumental and earth-shattering orgasm—together.
A love like this couldn’t exist in only one lifetime.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Gunpowder flowed from my heart, up my throat,
and lingered on my tongue. It tasted like pain
and shame. Each word was shaped like a bullet.”
—Oliver Masters
IT WAS CHRISTMAS morning. The sun wasn’t out yet, but the clock above my door read it was only 5:55 AM. Five minutes I had left before the automatic doors opened. In ten minutes, Ollie would already be completely naked in the shower like he always was at this time. The best thing about his early showering habits was no one else would be in there.
Grabbing my clothes for the day, which was nothing more than a black pair of jeans and one of Ollie’s shirts reading “MAKE LOVE NOT WAR” across the front, I snuck across the hall toward the community bathroom. He would disagree, but I was beginning to think he was a hipster.
Once I reached the bathroom, thick steam barreled as running water sounded. The mirrors fogged up, and I quietly laid my stuff over the bathroom counter before opening the curtain.
Ollie jumped back. “Dammit, Mia …” He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair and down his face with a bright, sleepy smile.
“I wanted to be the first one to wish you a Merry Christmas,” I said, closing the curtain behind me and taking in the amazing sight of him. His head almost reached the shower head as the water fell over his hair, off his lashes, down his lips, then through the lines of his inked, defined skin.
Ollie cupped my face, and even the water couldn’t wash away his grin. “Merry Christmas, Mia,” he said, then he kissed me hard. His mouth was freshly minted, and water from the shower ran across our lips. “I love you …” He kissed me again. “So much … but you asked for it.” Then he wrapped his arms around me and dragged me under the streaming water, thoroughly soaking me. I shrieked as the warm water weighed down my clothes, and my shirt clung to my skin. I giggled as he leaned in and pressed his smiling lips back to mine.
Dolor didn’t do anything special on Christmas morning for breakfast. It was the same wet eggs, and quite frankly, I would happily never eat another egg for as long as I lived.
“Merry Christmas, Zeke,” I said as I pulled out the chair in front of him. Zeke only rolled his head around before taking another bite of his breakfast.
Ollie sat beside me. “Hey, mate. Merry Christmas.”
Zeke smiled.
“Why do you get a smile and I don’t?” I mumbled.
Ollie shoved a fork full of eggs in his mouth. “I’ve known Zeke longer than you.”
“I’ve talked to Zeke more than you.” Though it was always a one-sided conversation.
“Zeke taught me origami.”
“Zeke knows all my secrets.”
Ollie pulled his brows together and swallowed. “Everything?”
I nodded once. “Everything.” I dragged the word out for emphasis.
“Is that so?” Ollie dropped his fork over his tray. “Guess I need to get the boy talking, then.” Ollie waved his hand in front of Zeke to get his attention, then out of nowhere, made rapid movements with his hands. I snapped my head in Zeke’s direction as he signed back, and this went on for a full minute.
A full minute.
Ollie brought his fingers to his eyes as a controlled laugh spilled from his pressed lips. He turned away for a moment before turning back in front of him and lifting his fork to take another bite of eggs with a grin.
My jaw dropped. My eyes went wide. No. “What was that?”
Ollie couldn’t contain his smile as he tried to close his mouth while eating the eggs.
“Ollie!” I hit him in the leg. “He knows sign language?”
“Yup,” he said after swallowing.
“And what did he say?” I wanted to hide under the table. I wanted to run out of here. I wanted to drive my face into the tray full of eggs.
Ollie’s cheeks flushed as he fixed his eyes on Zeke. “The only way you could get through sex with Liam was to imagine it was me.” He pressed his lips together harder. His dimple pierced his cheek.
“Oh, my God.” I exhaled, bringing my hands over my face.
Ollie removed my hands and slid one over his lap. “Can’t say I’m not flattered, love.”
Every confession I’d ever told Zeke raced through my mind. Pointing a finger at him, I said, “We’re not friends anymore.”
Ollie rested my hand over his thigh while he used his to communicate with Zeke again. With more movement from Zeke, more than I had seen since I had arrived, Ollie let out a raspy laugh and fist bumped him before returning to my hand under the table.
“What did he say now?” I asked, impatient. Eager. Annoyed.
Ollie quickly kissed my cheek as he bounced my hand over his knee. “Never trust a bromance, Mia. The bond Zeke and I share is lethal.”
Heat rose to my cheeks as Ollie took another bite, the smile never leaving his face.
“Hey, you adorable two, Merry Christmas!” Jake said as he took a seat beside Zeke.
Zeke moaned, and Ollie quickly swallowed and waved him away. “No, you have to pull up a chair. You can’t sit by him.”
“My bad.” Jake held up his hands in defense and turned around to grab a chair. He dragged it to the end of the table. “What are you guys doing today? We’re free all day, no lockdown.”
“Let’s get outside,” I suggested. It was a beautiful day, and it had been precisely a week since I’d felt the sun.
“Power?” Jake raised a brow. We hadn’t played power since I ran off in the woods, and I never wanted to play another game again. It should be called “powerless” instead.
Ollie shook his head. “No. No more bloody games.”
“How about football? American football? It’s a tradition in the states to play or watch football on Christmas day. I’m sure there’s a ball here somewhere.”
Ollie squeezed my hand in approval as a smile reached his eyes.
We stood in the middle of the field, bundled up in hoodies. The brisk winter air blew fiercely as the sun did nothing to warm me. The tip of Ollie’s nose was red as he blew hot air into his palms and rubbed them together before cupping my face. “Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. You’re freezing.”
Correction: he was freezing.
“I’m fine. I’m from Pennsylvania,” I reminded him, used to snow and temperatures lower than this. “This isn’t bad, and once you start some physical activity, you’ll warm up.”
Ollie raised his brow as his smile slowly grew.
“Not that kind of physical activity.” I laughed and pushed him playfully in the shoulder.
Ollie caught my wrist and pulled me closer. “Kiss me,” he commanded, “before everyone gets here.” Relaxing against him, I stood on my toes as he dipped his head down to meet my lips. “Mmm … I’m warming up already,” he growled.
Breathing him in, I whispered through an exhale, “I love you, Ollie.”
He moaned. “Say it again.”
I kissed the sensitive spot belo
w his ear because I knew what it did to him. “I love you.”
Ollie hummed into my neck, and it was a beautiful sound. “I’ll never tire of hearing you say those words.” And he captured my mouth again.
“Found a ball!” Jake said, snapping Ollie and me away from each other instantly. “Seriously? You guys don’t have to hide from me …”
“What are you talking about?” I asked casually and shoved my hands into the front pocket of the hoodie. We weren’t drinking. There was no excuse for us to be kissing in Jake’s eyes. In my eyes, there were a thousand reasons why we should, starting with Ollie.
Jake caught the ball he threw to himself in the air before planting it between his hip and his arm. “You guys can trust me, you know. I would never keep whatever you guys seem to have apart. That right there is precious,” he added, pointing back and forth between me and Ollie standing at least three feet apart.
“I appreciate it, mate,” Ollie said to Jake, genuinely, then tipped his head in my direction. “I’m in love with her, you know …” Ollie beamed. I beamed. Jake’s eyes swelled as they slid back and forth between us. “Damn, it feels good to finally tell someone else,” Ollie said and closed the gap between us again. “Now, don’t go and throw a spanner in the works, alright?”
“I thought you guys were just doing the rumpy-pumpy.” Jake smiled and shook his head in surprise. “This is brilliant. The two of you.” He gushed with his hand over his chest. “Can I be in the wedding party?” He fired his arm high in the air. “Oh! I call maid of honor!”
Ollie laughed as he took his beanie off his head before stretching it over mine and down over my ears. His mouth covered mine once more as our fingers intertwined. “Alright, alright, Mia … now you’re just rubbing it in.” Jake threw the ball at Ollie’s back, and Ollie released me before swiping the ball up from the grass and gesturing for Jake to go long.
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