Page 102 of Antidote

Ollie raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question me as he grabs and uncaps the bottle. He coats his fingers in lube and then rubs them against my rim, putting pressure behind his touch. It’s not the first time he’s had his fingers inside me, and I’m actually looking forward to it.

I spread my legs as wide as they’ll go and allow him to thrust a finger inside me. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and within seconds, he has found my prostate. Fuck.

I rock my hips slowly as he fingers me, and he pulls out just to thrust two fingers in. Biting my lip, I gasp as he hits my prostate over and over, my legs shaking violently as I hold back my release.

“Please,” I beg him. “Ollie, please, just get inside me. I need to come.”

“I’m not going to last,” he huffs, biting his lip as he positions himself at my entrance. “Relax and breathe for me,” he says gently, pressing his cold piercing against my hole. He coats himself with lube, and I feel it dripping down my crack as he does the same to my hole. “When I tell you to let out all your breath, I’m going to go in. And I need you not to tense up. I’ll make it feel good, I promise. You just have to let me in.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath in and let it out.

“Breathe in,” Ollie says, pressing the head of his cock against me. I relax, “Breathe out.”

I relax all the way and feel the pressure of him penetrating me. My tight ring of muscle is rebelling, trying to keep him out, and he grits his teeth as he pushes in slightly.

“Relax, Hunt,” he says through gritted teeth. “Let me in, baby.”

I nod and grab my cock, tugging it slowly as I stare at him, with his muscles straining and his self-control wavering. He has never done this before, and while he looks eager, there’s not a selfish bone in my boy’s body. This isn’t even about him right now. This is somehow about me, when it should be about us. So I take a deep breath and relax, jerking myself faster. Little gasps of pleasure escape me as he rocks into me, entering me inch by inch until he’s bottomed out inside of me.

“Oh, fuck.” I groan. “That feels?—”

“Full?” Ollie chuckles, bracing a forearm arm on either side of my head. Then, he rocks his hips again and makes a tiny circular motion that has me seeing stars instantly. “Already, Hunt?” I can hear the little smirk in his voice, but my eyes are shut tightly as I chase the euphoric feeling. “Is that the spot?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck, yes.”

“Let me see those pretty green eyes,” Ollie whispers, then bites my bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it before releasing. I open my eyes to see his filled with nothing but love. “You feel so good, Hunt. Like heaven.”

My stomach fills with butterflies, and I wrap my legs around Ollie’s waist. He thrusts into me a little bit quicker, with long thrusts, and every time he hits my prostate, my eyes roll to the back of my head. My spine begins to tingle, and I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips down to mine. My tongue thrusts into his mouth to the same rhythm that he’s fucking me, and he begins to moan. I moan right along with him, and suddenly our hands are roaming over naked skin as he ruts into me faster, hitting the right spot with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper against his swollen lips, and he spits on his hand then slides it between us. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Come, baby,” he says against my lips. My body lights up and tenses at the same time as I fight the urge to come. “I want you to come all over yourself so I can lick it off.”

I begin to fuck him back, and Ollie’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he meets me thrust for thrust. My spine is tingling, and my balls are rising, and with one more jerk of Ollie’s hand, I come all over my chest and neck. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he goes faster, losing rhythm, right before I feel his warm cum fill my ass.

Ollie slows down until he has stopped completely, and as soon as he does, he begins to clean the cum off my chest with his tongue. His hands get lost in my hair as he does it, and I can feel him twitch inside of me, his spent dick trying to come back to life.

“So good.” Ollie groans. “So fucking good.”

He pulls out of me slowly and leaves for a moment, returning with a wet rag he uses to clean me up. He’s gentle, and even though it stings a little, it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. It feels intimate, and I wouldn’t want it with anyone else.

Ollie climbs back into bed with me, settling at my side and lying his cheek on my shoulder. I bet it’s uncomfortable, but he makes it look so natural. We’re two pieces of a lost puzzle, finally coming back together.

“Stay forever,” I tell him softly. “Move in with me.”

“Hunt—” He chuckles. “It’s been like thirty minutes.”

“No.” I shake my head and wrap an arm around his waist. “It’s been too long without you. A year might as well be a fucking lifetime.”

Ollie sighs. “Yeah, it has been a lifetime.”

“So what do you say, then?”

“Alright,” Ollie says, and even though I can’t see his face, I can tell he’s smiling. “I’ll move in.”

My heart skips three beats and settles as my arm tightens around his waist. Just like that, he flips over and straddles me, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my lips.

And it feels right.

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