Stay with me

I rested my hand on his thigh while the other found the wall beside his head as I leaned over him. His head fell into my neck as he deeply inhaled. “I wish I could be the one to make you feel as good as you feel right now, but I,”—I nudged my mouth closer to his ear—”I would make you feel so much better.”

His free hand grazed my bare thigh, and I clamped my legs together to ease the current building between my thighs. His vulnerability had me falling, and his breathing got shorter and shorter as he pressed his lips against my neck.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” I whispered, my mind saying things freely without my consent, and I couldn’t think of a single dirty word. Ollie was beautiful. Everything about this was beautiful. He moved his hand from my thigh to the back of my neck and dropped his forehead to mine in desperation as he continued to caress himself beneath his pants.

Ollie’s hand picked up speed and gasps fell from his lips, landing over mine. The taste of the mint in his breath coursed through me like a hit of menthol. I ran my fingers along his cheek and across his bottom lip. Tilting his head slightly, I partially quenched my need by trailing my lips along his sharp jawline.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

After kissing the tender spot below his ear, his eyes screwed shut and he gripped my hair as his breathing turned jagged.

Ollie’s head fell back against the wall, chest heaving. “Holy hell …” he breathed as his lashes flitted open. “That was the best time I’ve ever had with myself.” A low chuckle came from him as his eyes blinked back to reality. “Mia?”

“Mmhmm?” Any coherent word had been sucked right out of me.

“Can you grab me a shirt?”

As hard as I tried, I couldn’t force my smile away. Reaching over to the floor, I found a plain white tee in his pile of clothes beside the mattress and handed it to him.

“Okay, so that was boring for the rest of us,” Bria moaned, and I hesitantly took my seat back in the circle. If I were honest with myself, I wished no one else was here—only Ollie and me.

“Go ahead, Ollie, your turn,” Jake said and threw the bottle of whiskey in front of him over the mattress.

“I got nothing, mate.” Ollie brought the bottle to his lips, then swallowed as he focused his eyes on me. “I’m still high from whatever the hell just happened.”

His bluntness made me blush and weak and dizzy.

“I’ll steal his, then,” Jake said. “Alicia, I dare you to kiss Bria.”

Alicia shrugged and crawled her way on her knees to Bria, and they met each other in the middle. Bria didn’t hold back as she pressed her tongue between Alicia’s lips before molding her mouth over hers. “Yeah!” Jake exclaimed with a fist in the air.

After their kiss finished, Bria peered over to Ollie and wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. “Go ahead, Alicia. Your turn,” Bria said.

“Has everyone kissed everyone here?” I asked.

“Mostly everyone,” Jake answered.

I wondered if Ollie had kissed Bria and Alicia. I wondered if he had kissed them the way he had kissed me. Most of all, I wondered why I was wondering about him in the first place. “I’m curious, who’s the best kisser?” I needed to get my mind off the torment in my head.

“Hmm … I don’t know, but it’s not a bad idea,” Alicia said, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. “We should find out.”

“Oh, no. I was only wondering. I don’t kiss people,” I said, shaking my head.

“You kissed Ollie,” Alicia pointed out.

Shit. “It was the ecstasy.”

“Let’s get you drunk, then. Everyone else is down, right?” Isaac asked, and everyone nodded, except for Ollie. “Come on, Ollie. Don’t be selfish with your new kissing buddy.”

“Since Mia and Ollie are the only two who haven’t kissed everyone, I say they go around the room and then we will all give our final results,” Bria said with her palms together in excitement, but all I could focus on was the fact Ollie hasn’t kissed everyone. Why was Ollie the only one who hasn’t kissed everyone?

“Absolutely not,” Ollie said as soon as I began to speak.

“No, really, guys … I don’t kiss people. Last time was a fluke.” There was no way I was kissing Bria’s crooked teeth and Jake’s thin lips. I didn’t mind Alicia. She was hot and straight and couldn’t develop feelings for me.

Alicia clapped her hands together. “Mia, I dare you to kiss Isaac, then.”

Ollie’s low voice interjected, “She just said—”

“Precisely my point. She doesn’t kiss people. It’s the perfect dare for her. She can either start kissing or strip off another article of clothing. Simmer down, Ollie. You already had your fair share.”

My head jerked from Ollie over to Alicia as a taunting grin slowly grew over her face. This was what happened when I stupidly opened up to people. I pulled my white tank over my head and was left in only my black bra and sweatpants. “I told you … I don’t kiss people.”

When I’d kissed Ollie, I was under the influence, and until I had a buzz going, I would continue to take off clothes. “You guys want to come at me with nonsense, and I’ll come back ten times harder.” I narrowed my eyes in Bria’s direction. “I dare you to lick Jake’s butthole.”

Isaac and Ollie’s mouth dropped open before a cackle belted and Jake’s eyes went wide.

“That’s disgusting,” Bria hissed and took off her shirt in defeat. “I dare you to kiss Jake,” she countered with poison in her tone.

Walking over to Ollie, I grabbed the bottle from his hands. After chugging a couple of gulps, I wiped my mouth and handed the bottle back to him before withdrawing my sweatpants, leaving myself in only my bra and black panties. My eyes fell over Alicia as she shifted in her spot. “Alicia—”

“I choose strip,” Alicia snapped before I could finish, and pulled her shirt over her head. “I don’t even want to know what the dare was going to be.”

Isaac and Ollie stayed quiet as Jake whined, utterly offended by Bria and my way of using him as a weapon.

“Mia, I dare you to kiss Ollie,” Alicia said with a smile. Everyone’s eyes grew wide when I reached for the clasp of my bra. They could strip me bare; I still wasn’t kissing anyone.

Before I had a chance to pull it over my shoulders and down my arms, Ollie jumped from the mattress and took a step in front of me, pulling me behind him. “Fuck. Leave the girl alone,” Ollie shouted.

A laugh escaped me as I stood behind Ollie. My bra already fell to the floor. The heat from the whiskey hit me, and I didn’t care anymore. Ollie turned to face me, continuing to block me from everyone else’s view. His mouth parted as his eyes roamed freely over my breasts, as if they were claiming me, and I could feel his stare penetrating my skin. The glowing buzz of the fever ran from my chest, up my neck, and to my cheeks. “Dammit, Mia,” he muttered.

As I tried stepping to the side, he took a step also, moving along with me as if he was shielding me from a predator.

Ollie reached over his head and pulled the shirt off his back.

“What are you doing? It’s fine. I don’t care …” I said as he fit his shirt over my head. He seemed frustrated as I pushed my arms through the holes. The hem of the shirt hit me mid-thigh, and when I lifted my eyes to meet his, he dipped down and crashed his lips to mine.

A whisper of a moan escaped from me as his force sent me back against the cement. He wouldn’t touch me; instead, his palms hit the wall on both sides of me, caging me in. The only link to each other was our lips, interlaced in dire need.