Page 74 of Antidote

“Tell me I’m yours.” Ollie pushes me against the wall roughly, and I grunt, biting my bottom lip.

“You’re mine,” I reply roughly, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tilting his head back. “It’s you, baby. Only you. It’s only ever been you.”

Ollie shudders against me, then slams his lips against mine. We’re frenzied, touching everything within reach, and when his tongue thrusts between my lips, I whimper for him. My hands grip his round ass firmly, and I press him against my erection, wanting the friction. He knows exactly what I’m searching for and rolls his hips against me, and I groan at the feeling. I’m already so fucking close?—

He pulls away, and I miss the contact immediately. “Why did you pull away?”

Ollie grins and unbuttons my jeans, pulling my hard dick out. He pumps it a few times, his thumb brushing against my slit on the upstroke. I’m leaking all over his hand, and the wet feeling of it only brings me closer to the edge.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” Ollie replies, dropping to his knees and looking at me like he wants to eat me. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

His hand pumps my length slowly, tugging hard, and I close my eyes. Fuck, it feels so good. When his tongue wraps around my crown, my legs begin to shake, and I bury both hands in his hair.

“Baby,” I moan. “Ollie, please, put me in your mouth.” I look down at him to find him grinning, and he squeezes my balls softly, then puts more pressure behind his touch. “I need?—”

“You need what, Hunter?”

He licks me once more, lapping at the pre-cum leaking from the tip. “I need to come.”

“Look at me,” he says softly. “I want your pretty green eyes on me. I want to see how good I make you feel.”

Then he sucks me between his lips and takes me all the way to the back of his throat. He swallows around me, constricting. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I look into his blue eyes the whole time. He gags around my length, and I thrust my hips until my dick hits the back of his throat again. Until tears stream down his face. Until his nostrils are flaring as he attempts to breathe.

I wipe a tear with my thumb and moan when he pulls back and sucks on the crown, “Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”

“Mmmmm.” He moans, and the vibrations make my spine tingle.

He bobs his head up and down, and the sloppy sounds of his saliva dripping down my dick makes my muscles tighten. I thrust into his mouth, fucking it roughly, and he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and digs his nails into my skin.

Ollie’s icy blue eyes widen as I bottom out until his nose touches me, and when I pull back, tears stream down his face again. I’m fucking hypnotized, lost in him, and I can’t snap out of it. My hips thrust forward again until he gags, and he makes a sound deep within his throat again.

“That’s it, baby.” I say hoarsely, “Choke on my cock.”

My hands wrap around the back of his head, and I direct his movements without losing eye contact. I don’t even want to blink, because even though he’s on the verge of death from me fucking his face, he still has this look of bliss on his face. Like he’s begging me with those needy fucking eyes. Like he wants me to do bad things to him.

“Oh, fuck.” I moan when he swallows, “Mmm…fuck, right there, Ollie. Don’t stop.”

My spine begins to tingle, and I stiffen, my back arching away from the wall. My eyes start to close, but Ollie digs his fingernails deeper into my skin, and my eyes fly open.

“Ollie,” I groan as my balls tighten. “Swallow,” I demand, and he nods. I spill into his mouth. “Fuck, baby.”

Ollie swallows me down, cleaning me up, and then stands in front of me. My chest is heaving, my heavy panting the only sound between us, and I pull up my pants and button them. He’s looking at me with this intense stare, and I can’t force myself to look away.

With one step, he closes the distance between us and presses a soft kiss on my lips. Except it’s not enough. I bite on his lip, dragging it with my teeth, pulling at it. And when I touch him, he’s rock fucking hard. I rub my palm against him, and he whimpers.

“Only me, baby?” he asks me, and my stomach flutters. I turn us around until he’s against the wall and press my body against his.

“Only ever you.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Hunter?” He smirks, and my cock tries to come back to life. “Get on your knees and return the favor.”

I’ve never dropped to my knees so fast in my entire fucking life.

But the thought of seeing him come undone for me? It’s too good to pass up. And that’s when I realize I’m so fucked.

Oliver’s not giving me my heart back.

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