Stay with me

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 co

“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, ru

“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 co

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 pi

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.

After a few adjustments, he pulled me over his chest and stroked my hair as we calmed our breathing. “Ollie?” I whispered.

“Yeah?” he asked with his fingers in my hair.

“How many people have you loved before me?”

He gri

“How many have you slept with before me without a condom?”

“None.”

I lifted my head off his chest. “Why?”

“I had my fair share, Mia. But I knew as soon as I saw you, I was looking at the one. A condom means a casual fuck to me, and you are anything but. I believe in what we have, and as long as you were on birth control, I wanted to give myself to you completely. No barriers, no fucking condom, just me. Something I’d never given any woman before you. There never will be anyone else, I’m certain of it …” He ran his thumb down my bottom lip before resting his fingers under my chin, “I love you, Mia. I never told anyone that, ever. You have my entire heart, and you have the power to rip it out of my chest and obliterate it completely, but I have belief you won’t.”

It was a far better explanation than I could have asked for. Ollie had given me more than just himself. He’d lain it all on the line—his love, his feelings, his body—following a belief we were meant to be together. It was a beautiful thing, becoming entirely vulnerable to another human being who could potentially destroy you. But no doubts ever came from him. No hesitations. No questions.

“What are you two doing over there?” Isaac asked, and I’d forgotten we weren’t the only two people in the room as Ollie’s nose brushed mine.

“Mind your own, mate,” Ollie called out.

“Why are you glowing over there, Ollie?” Alicia teased. “You sure seem to be in a better mood all of a sudden.”

Ollie let out a raspy yet nervous chuckle as he grabbed the closest pillow and chucked it behind me at them. “Shut up, would ya?” he said and leaned back against the wall, his cheeks flushed.

“Mia, why don’t you come over here and take care of me next,” Isaac suggested and followed with a laugh, but the mood shifted entirely.

Ollie gripped my waist and pulled me to the side before springing to his feet. Before I knew what was happening, Ollie had hoisted Isaac off the floor and pushed him against the wall at his chest. “You don’t talk to her like that. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” Isaac’s face turned crimson and nodded against the wall before Ollie took a step back. “It’s time for everyone to go.”