Page 18 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

“Shit! Yes, sorry.” I thrust a twenty-pound note at him and open the door. “C’mon, Ollie.”

“And, boys,” the cabbie says through his open window. “Keep talking, and you’ll be good together.” With a wink, he pulls back away from the kerb and leaves us standing dumbfounded on the pavement.

“I like him.” I chortle and pull Ollie into my arms. “Come on, let’s get out of these penguin suits.”

“Hey, this is Tom Ford. Don’t you recognise it?” He nudges me with his elbow. “I’m guessing yours is too.”

“Of course. Dressed by my boss, right down to my underwear.” I lean in so my mouth is close to his ear. “If you’re good, I’ll let you see them. If you’re very good, I’ll let you take them off.”

“Get me inside,” he growls. A shiver runs through him. It could be because we’re standing outside in the freezing November air or because my breath in his ear has had the right effect.

I lead him forward and enter the code to get into the building, then head for the stairs. “I’m only a couple of floors up, so we can walk. I think any time I have with you alone in a confined space wouldn’t be long enough.”

“You’re fucking killing me.” Ollie’s voice has dropped a few octaves and is husky as fuck.

“Not long now, baby.” I peer over my shoulder and am momentarily frozen by the look of raw need in my soon-to-be lover’s eyes. “God, Ollie, the things you make me feel.”

“Then get a fucking move on.” He pushes me farther up the stairs.

After a climb that felt long enough to have had a Sherpa lead us, we reach my level.

As I fish my keys out of my pocket, my hand trembles slightly. Ollie covers my hand with his, which is shaking the same way. Either this is going to be the most explosive sex I’ve ever had, or I’m going to come in my underwear before I get to see him naked.

“Inside, Kit. We need to be on the other side of this door.” Ollie’s front hits my back, and his incredibly hard cock nudges my arse crack. It’s much bigger than I would’ve thought for his frame.

The key eventually works, and the lock clicks. I push the door open, reach to my left, and flick the light on. Hopefully, I didn’t leave the place in too much of a mess, but it’s okay. Ollie plants his hands on my hips and leans into me.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“This way.” I walk through the living room to the narrow hallway that leads to the bedrooms and the bathroom. Another worrying thought is how much of a tip did I leave my bedroom. Have I even made my bed? Oh, fuck it! Who cares? I want Ollie naked on my sheets and my mouth on his body.

Another swipe to my left and the light comes on. Shit! I was hoping for the best outcome tonight. How did I forget I’d changed my sheets and everything else was tidy? Ollie lets go of my hips and sits on the corner of my bed. His heavy, lust-laden eyes are about to bring me to my knees. He reaches up to his neck and pulls at the knot of his perfectly tied bow tie, and it falls apart. Next to go are the buttons of his dress shirt. The tiny pleats down the front are still perfectly smooth.

I can’t hold back any longer, slip my hands under his jacket, and push it off his shoulders. He continues to work the mother-of-pearl buttons until he can pull the tails out of his trousers. He stops there, slicking his bottom lip and raking his jet-coloured eyes over me.

“Your turn. Take your jacket off.” His voice is as smooth and smoky as the finest malt whisky demands. His instruction surprises me. I had him pegged as a submissive, not in the whole BDSM way, but he comes across as quiet, pliable. Not that I want him that way. I want every part of him.

My fingers falter as I think back to his speech and the desperate boy he must’ve been. I don’t know what emotion flashes over my face, but Ollie stands so we’re face to face. “Don’t bring the past into this room, Kit. We are here. Together. Everything else is water that flowed under a long-gone bridge. Tonight is about us.”

“I’m sorry.”

Ollie pushes my jacket from my shoulders. I let it slide down my arms and drop to the floor. All the while, he painstakingly slowly slips each button through its hole until, like his, my chest is exposed.

“Do you realise that until tonight we’ve only kissed four, maybe five times? I think all of them instigated by you. And yet I know you. I know so much about you except your body, your likes and dislikes, what turns you on. I’m nervous to touch you,” he says.

“Don’t you want to do this? Is it too soon?”

“No, what I want is to do this.” With another step, Ollie is a whisker away from touching me. My eyes dart down to his mouth, his perfect fucking mouth. I’m transfixed as he licks his lips, then presses them against my own. Christ I’m lost.

Slowly he applies more pressure and slips his tongue over the seam of my lips. Eager—no, desperate—for more, I part them. I groan as he dips into my mouth. His hands have found my hips, and he closes the minuscule gap between us until ourbodies touch. His erection pushes up to mine, and this time Ollie moans.

Oh god, he tastes divine, faintly of toothpaste but mainly of him: dark, delicious, and decadent. I stroke my tongue over his, enticing him to join in. Luckily, he’s with me, and our tongues tangle, slipping and sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. Kit runs his fingers through my hair, then grasps it tight. So tight it stings, but it’s an exquisite sort of pain. I bring him closer to me. He takes a step forward, pushing me back until the back of my knees hit the bed.

As we topple onto it, I break the kiss. Oxygen becomes an issue. I open my eyes. His are blazing with want and need.

“We have too many clothes on,” I murmur and reach for the cummerbund around his waist. I quickly tackle the fabric and pull it away, giving me access to his fly.

“Yes, naked, now.” Kit pushes up from me to strip off. I wriggle farther up the bed and kick off my shoes, then take my shirt off, but the sleeves get stuck on my wrists as I struggle to pull them off.

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