Page 37 of Glory Troll

“Soon, älskling. I missed your sweet little hole so much.”

It was he who whimpered as he ducked and let me slip between his warm, wet lips.

I slicked my fingers in my mouth and trailed my hand down his back and into his underwear. He moaned around my cock, but moved up and down on me. It took little to make me come.

Ever since I got back home, I’d been desperate for him. And no matter how much I had wanked, it was never enough to satisfy my desire.

The craving for him was a bone deep level of despair.

He swallowed and gulped around me, groaning as I fucked his hole with a finger.

Thank the Gods for self-driving cars.

Then his muscles clenched, and I heard him come with my dick still warm and safe in his mouth.

“Damn it,” he sighed softly as he raised his head up from my lap. “One pair of jeans down.”

We both broke down in fits of giggles.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wash them for you.” I tucked Ollie back under my arm.

“God, it’s so good to have you back.” He snuggled up to me, resting his arm across my chest and holding me tight.

Without looking away from the street, I kissed the top of his head. It was. The past few weeks had been rough.

“I would have come to see you soon if you hadn’t come over. I hated not being able to be with you.”

“Same,” he whispered into my shirt.

We were silent until I parked in my spot in the underground car park.

“Are you awake, älskling?” Careful not to shift him, I tried to get a glimpse of his face.

Raising his head up off my chest, he met my eyes with hunger burning in his gaze. His hand rose from my chest to slide into my hair, and he dragged my lips on his.

Something in me snapped. Holding onto his head with one hand, I brought my seat back as far as it could go, then lifted him onto my lap.

Ollie groaned, hands digging into my scalp and rubbing his dick to mine.

“I’m wide awake,” he moaned when we came up for air an age later.

“I love how hungry you are for me.” My lips dropped to his neck. “I feel the same way about you, älskling. It’s been torture to be unable to touch you and only having your pictures, the memories of your taste, and my hand to help me.”

“Bo,” he gasped, rolling his hips against mine. “Take me to bed, and I’ll take care of you.”

A needy sound escaped me as I brought my mouth back to his for a long kiss. “Let’s go, baby.”

We climbed out of the car. I grabbed his bag and threaded his fingers that weren’t holding the flowers through mine.

In the lift, Ollie nuzzled his face into my pecs. The gesture almost made me cry.

“I missed you,” I whispered, my voice cracking halfway through. “I know I’ve said it a dozen times already, but I did. I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“You can tell me as often as you like.” He got up on tiptoes and pecked me on the lips, pushing his hips forward. “You know how much I missed you, too.”

Nineteen

Ollie

---