Page 77 of These Wicked Games
I don’t question a thing. I’m not in control. Not this time. I don’t have the bandwidth to ask for a thing. I want Oli to do whatever he wants to me. Free range. Leaning in, he kisses me slowly, and it’s the most tender thing I’ve ever felt in my life. My mind doesn’t know what to do with it. His lips travel across my jaw, kissing down my face and neck, and he sucks a hickey against my throat. “What are you—”
“Shh, baby,” he purrs, andfuuuck, I listen. I honestly don’t care what he does as long as it involves his bare skin against mine. “I gotyou.” He rises between my legs. “I’m going to own your gorgeous body, and tomorrow you’re wearing my clothes and you’re going to stay here in them until we have to go back to the arena. You hear me?”
I nod, just ready for whatever he has planned. I’m warm now, scorching even, despite my damp skin. The way he’s looking at me now sets me on fire.
His sapphire gaze roams over every inch of my skin, and the wicked way his lips quirk makes a smile of my own slip onto my face. I’m safe. I’m here. He wants me here. He’s right. I’m not leaving until we have to, and I will be wearing his clothing the entire time or nothing at all if I get my greedy way. It’s just us here right now, and no one can stop us. There’s nothing but the truth between us and it burns so bright. “I’m sorry about the other morning.” Oli swallows. “I panicked. I’m a fucking idiot, baby. I’m so sorry.”
Okay, didn’t really want to have this talk right now, not with my cock pointing to the ceiling, but fine. I’m not going to say okay, because it wasn’t, it was shitty, but I get it. Oli was scared. “What did Wolf say?”
Oli snorts, and it’s so fucking boyish, I love it. “He’s gay.” His blue eyes widen. “Shit, I don’t think I’m supposed to say anything. Sorry, this is new to me. I just, fuck. Don’t tell anyone. Please.”
“I’d never do that.” Still, I’m confused. “I already kind of figured.”
“How?”
I smile, just enjoying this feeling. His body above me warms my skin, his bed is soft underneath me, and I have the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen looking at me with so much love. Or maybethat’s what I want to see because yeah, I may just be in love with Oli Kulivov. “At The Treasure House, Grey looked like a kid in a candy store. It was a vibe.”
Oli nods, leaning down and pressing his lips across my stomach. “He came out to me after you left. I practically shit myself seeing him standing by my bed." He smiles. "I think he’ll think twice now about just walking into my house.” He laughs, then sobers with a serious set to his brows. He presses his forehead to my stomach and gives it another kiss. “I just panicked, and then he told me. I think he thought I was about to have a heart attack. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, though. I shouldn’t have told you to leave.” His soft lips paint a picture on my skin. His tongue darts out, tracing a path from my navel up until he reaches one of my nipples. “I just reacted and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.” He looks up, his lips hovering over my skin. “I’m so sorry.”
“What did you tell him?” His lips freeze. “About us?” I want to know how he defined it because I know what I want to call it.
Moving to sit back on his thighs, he looks down at me. “I just told him we were figuring shit out. He asked about our history and—”
“He knows?”
Kuli scrubs both of his hands through his hair, sighing loud enough for it to echo. “He and Atlas do, they know about the test—or what I thought happened. I’m still trying to sort out my feelings about us. I don’t know what I’m doing most days.”
It’s not what I want to hear, and it’s now I realize what I expected to hear. What I want to hear. I want Oli to claim me. I want to be his, but I’m not about to say that shit out loud. It’s pathetic, and maybe in the morning when I find some of my dignity I’ll demandan answer. But not now. “That’s okay.” It is. At least for now it is. “We’re figuring this out ourselves.”
“It’s not enough, I know.” His large hands smooth up my calves, hooking my legs around his waist. “All I know is that I don’t want this to stop,” he admits. “Everything feels better when you’re here.”
Well, in that we’re in agreement. “Me too.”
His eyes make a slow crawl over my thighs, then my cock, then all the way up my chest. “You are fucking gorgeous.” He smiles. “Roll over.”
Control who? I have none.
I move because I’m just ready for to come. I’m ready for his body against mine any way he’ll take me. I move onto my stomach, my fingers outstretched toward the headrest, and Oli’s hands go through my thighs, under my body, and pull my ass up. My chest rests on the soft blanket he put down. I feel his hands on my ass, and his fingers dip between my cheeks, pulling them apart. “Fuck, baby.” He bites one of my cheeks, then the other. “So fucking hot.”
Oli kisses my hole, then runs his tongue up along my crack. This. This right here is what I wanted. What I’m used to is hard, rough, but what he gives me right now is anything but. “I want it.”
Gently he licks along my rim in slow massaging circles. I feel him chuckle softly before nuzzling his face along my crack. “Fuck, I could do this all day. This ass drives me crazy.”
Slowly he circles his tongue along my rim. “Oli please.” I reach back, pushing his face closer. Deeper. Nothing compares to this. Nothing. I’m needy and impatient, but fuck this feels so good. I need more, though. “I want your dick.”
“There’s no hurry.” Nip, lick, suck. Fuck me, I think I could come like this. I’m aching for him. My cock hangs between my legs, hard and desperate, dripping onto the blanket below. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. I’ve never had an issue getting sex when I want it, but this right here feels like much more than that. Even when we were fighting, Oli always felt like more. Nothing compares to this. Being with Oli has lit something so fucking bright inside me and I never want to let go of this spark.
I just don’t think he feels the same. Sure, he’s changed in the last month, but that could be any number of things. The sex is fucking fire, we both know it, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t want me to go. I know his secret. Not that I’d ever tell a soul, but still. I have a part of him no one else has. “Oli, fuck me.”
“On your back. I need to see you.” Heat spreads across my chest and I move onto my back, watching as Oli stands, pulling his pants down. His cock swings free, and I swear my hole clenches. Drool pools in my mouth. I want him to fuck my throat. I want to swallow every drop of cum he can give me. Instead, I watch him get onto his knees.
“I don’t want gentle.” I don’t hate this, but it’s not what I want now. Lust fills my veins as something so fucking dark rolls over Oli. Cupping me under my knees, he pushes them back, folding me in half and spreading me wide. I take in the powerful expanse of his body, those muscles. I’ve been around strong men most of my life, but no one has ever been this magnificent. “Fuck me hard.” Oli crouches, on his feet, and I can’t help my eyes as they caress his thick thighs. Pushing my legs back further, he let’s one of my knees go to notch his cock to my hole. “Careful what you wish for.” My eyes roll back as he pushes to the hilt without stopping. He hasn’tstretched me, just softened me with his tongue, and I swear I feel every ridge and vein of his gorgeous dick.
“Oh, fuck me, Ol.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” His fingers tighten on my legs, his nails cutting into my skin as he fills me. It brings me great joy to see this behemoth of a man undone by me. “My goodzayka.”
“Don’t think I won’t beat the shit out of you! Oh f-fuck!” I moan louder with every roll of his hips.
