Page 38 of The Knotty Omega
“Cool band name” I quip, and Ollie snorts.
“My god, if I ever start a band, I’m calling it Midnight Cheese.”
“You owe me ten percent of profits for coming up with your band name though.” Things with Ollie are so easy. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to have his arms around me in his kitchen in the middle of the night while we make bad cheese jokes.
“Ten percent of zero is still zero, baby girl. I can’t sing or play an instrument for shit.” He playfully nips at my ear right as I take a bite of my snack, and I don’t know if my moan is from the deliciousness of the food, or from the bolt of pleasure that shoots through me at the contact.
“Mmmmm, you smell so good, Tink.” He rumbles in my ear as my perfume wafts up around us. I don’t know how I’m this comfortable with him already, I haven’t even known him for twenty four hours yet. They say that when you meet your scent matches, everything moves at warp speed.
All I know is that everything about Ollie screams “home”.
Spinning his hold so I’m facing him, I lift my finger, which I’ve smeared with brie, to his lips. He grabs my hand, wrapping his lips around my finger and sucking the creamy goodness off with a rumble. He then moves my hand so it's on the counter behind me. His other hand threads behind my neck and through my hair. He waits for a moment, hovering, glancing between my mouth and my eyes, giving me every opportunity to pull away.
When I only bite my bottom lip, he lowers his face to mine, devouring me. Ollie’s kiss is fierce and passionate. A small moan leaves me when his tongue swipes over my bottom lip, and I open for him. Our tongues dance together sensuously, my toes curling as his hand angles my face up, putting me right where he wants me.
He feels like a storm, crashing into me and taking what he wants, leaving me breathless in his wake. Our lips move together seamlessly, our souls already connected in a way I could never understand.
Suddenly, he pulls away, and I chase his lips as he chuckles. “I need to taste you, Tink. Can I?”
My head nods frantically, but he lowers himself so his gorgeous blue eyes are looking directly into mine. “I need your words, baby girl.”
“Yes! Fuck, yes please Ollie.” My words are breathless as he then lifts me onto the kitchen island, pulling the boxers off me.
“You look good in my clothes, Tink, but I’m going to like them on the floor even more.”
I almost hiss at the coolness of the counter, but the temperature of my ass is forgotten as soon as Ollie leans down and runs his tongue from my ass to my clit. A keening cry escapes me as electricity lights up my veins, sending my body into a state of pleasure I’ve never experienced. I’ve never had anyone go down on me before.
“Oh, fucking hell Tink. I knew you would taste like a goddamned orange creamsicle,” he groans before diving back in. My hands find his hair as he spreads my legs, his tongue swirling around my clit with precision.
The blood in my veins is turning to a fire so hot, it almost feels cold. I can feel the pleasure cresting, teetering me so close to the edge. Ollie brings two fingers up to my pussy and slides them in with ease, curling upwards as I come undone in his mouth. I’m surprised I don’t wake up the whole house with my cry, and I throw my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound.
Ollie keeps his mouth on me through my orgasm, letting me ride the waves with slow, lazy licks up the folds before placing a kiss on my pubic mound and standing to his feet.
“That was,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath, “that was amazing Ollie. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
His brow furrows as he wipes away the slick that’s glistening on his chin. “Feel like what?” Then realization dawns on his face. “Have you never…has nobody gone down on you before?”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, I shake my head. “No. I’m not…that experienced. I’m not a virgin or anything, but I haven’t had any kind of sexual encounter in the last eight or so years.”
“What?” HIs mouth gapes open. “Why?”
“Well, first it was because of my parents trying to set me up with a pack, and they wanted me to be ‘untouched’,” I use finger quotes on the last word, “even though that ship had long past sailed. Then, I was supporting myself. I was living on my own, going to school, paying my own bills,” I shrug, “I didn’t have time for anything like that.”
“Well, Tink,” Ollie says scooping me off the counter and into his arms with me still pantsless, “I’m sure we’re all more than happy to help you make up for lost time.” He starts walking towards the stairs.
I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck as I nuzzle close to his chest and breathe in his chocolate peppermint scent. “In the car earlier? That was the first time I had an orgasm that wasn’t from a toy or my own fingers.”
Ollie shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t go telling me that, Tink, or I might think we're a pack of sex gods or something.”
I bark a laugh, “Well it's not like I would know any different.”
Just then, we reach my door, and he moves to put me down. My arms tighten around his neck, and I bit my lip, looking at him. “Will you…will you stay with me tonight? Please?”
Ollie’s face lights up in a smile. “I would be honored.”
I fall asleep, tracing the tattoos on his chest with my fingers as I lay my head on his chest while he’s on his back. His scent helps ground me, and I think I realize why I couldn’t fall asleep before. I’ll fix the issue tomorrow, for now I’m just happy to lay here with my sunshine alpha.
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