Page 24 of Depths of Desire
“Hell yeah,” I said, out of breath and out of my mind. “Can’t let it go to waste.” I got out of bed, dizzy with all the testosterone rushing into my bloodstream. I rummaged through the side pocket of my duffel and produced the goods, then tossed them onto the bed before returning.
Oliver lay on his side when I joined him, lying down so I could face him. He slipped his left arm around my waist and pulled me in, kissing me while my scent still lingered on his lips.
It was my time to shine. I leaned into him, rolling him onto his back, and did all that he had done to me, hoping it would drive him at least half as crazy.
He slipped his hands under his head and watched, firelight dancing over his sharp cheekbones and perfect nose, eyes glowing with the flickering light. He must have tensed his muscles for me. I had never felt anything so hard under my lips.
As I moved down, feeling the hills and valleys of his body, I felt his thick cock under my chin, pulsing once as I reached it.
My greedy fingers curled under the waistband of his boxer briefs and lifted it over his cock, yanking the fabric down his legs just enough to bare his crotch.
Unlike me, with my happy trail and cropped pubes and legs covered in fine, pale hair, Oliver was all smooth. A swimmer cliche, perhaps, but one I longed to feel under my lips andfingertips in its entirety. The velvety feel of his skin didn’t feel like he’d shaved.
I put the questions well out of my mind as I pressed my lips against the base of his cock and moved them along its length. He tasted like sweet and salty cream, all soft with a zing I couldn’t put into words. The mixture of scented soap and the natural muskiness of his body lit fire inside my chest as I took him deep into my mouth.
I had a few tricks, too, and I’d been with guys before. Let him think about that. Where could I have possibly learned to do this? Let it fluster him.
My throat relaxed quickly by the sheer force of will and a little bit of practiced technique. I took him deep in, my lips stretching down to reach his flesh and failing. He was just a little too big for me now, but it was something to look forward to. Perhaps if he let me lie on my back, head hanging over the edge, we could make magic together, but I was too desperate to offer new ideas.
I sped up, sucking him harder so he would see just how maddening it could be to be held on the edge. And by the sheer rigidness of his dick, I could tell it was working. His grunts and little moans were further proof. But my victory came when he let out a growl and pulled his hips deeper down into the mattress, pushing my head away. “You’re crazy,” he said, the first truly cheerful words I heard from his sexy lips.
“Now you can fuck me,” I told him, tossing him a condom and reaching for the lube.
“Wait,” Oliver said, his tone allowing little debate.
I didn’t think for a second he was debating whether we should go for it. Still, I hesitated as he got up. “Lie down like that,” he said, pressing the small of my back.
“Oh.” The sound came from me with an odd amount of surprise. Somehow, this felt more intimate. Too intimate for ahookup. Or maybe it was my twisted mind confusing rimming with romance. Either way, I relaxed and surrendered to the deep and thorough pleasure of Oliver’s tongue.
He didn’t spare anything. He didn’t hold back. Easing his tongue between my cheeks, he exhaled hot breath over my skin and sank his face into me. The warmth and wetness jarred me for a moment, making my entire body tighten in response, but what my physical shape perceived as a threat in one instant revealed itself as a much-needed pampering.
I relaxed.
He kissed and licked, he sucked and even grazed with his teeth, making me nervous and giddy with excitement. And he kept doing this for what felt like the entire night. The mattress under me turned into a fluffy cloud. The night was a warm blanket. The hands holding my ass were tethers to this world and this reality like nothing else could be.
Oliver’s fingers moved closer to the middle, parting my cheeks and giving him space to lick me harder. A finger slipped closer still, adding pressure just under the spot the tip of his tongue played with.
I didn’t protest it. My body relaxed, knowing what to expect from years of doing that much to myself, and I let him sink into me.
Oliver was careful the first time his finger broke into me. He was gentle and slow, letting it slide just enough to feel me, feel the tightness of the first attempt. But after the first, came the rest, and I curled my fingers around the comforter, biting a crease of it as I made myself relax for him.
His finger worked me slowly, deliberately, with the focus that was on display in everything he had done around me this entire day. I suspected it was the same kind of focus that defined all his waking hours, and probably some of the sleeping ones.
“God,” I groaned into the comforter, gritting my teeth harder. He loosened me and stretched me with purposeful movements, his finger probing me deeper and circling me until my eyes rolled back, and I lifted my head off the bed, craning my neck as far as I could and letting a raspy growl from my tight throat. “Fuck. Yes. Please, Oliver…please…”
“You like that?” he asked, his voice mildly amused, deep and smoky.
“God, yes,” I whispered, or hissed more precisely. “More, Oli…” Though I’d meant to say his name, air hitched in my throat, and the V only formed on my lips when all the sound ceased coming from me.
His fingers slid out of me, and he reached for the lube, pouring generously down the middle of my ass and using his slick finger to spread it, to rub it in, to tease me until I wanted to cry with frustration.Fuck me, dammit, or I’ll die right now.
I failed to remember when someone had rendered me this brain-dead with little more than his lips and his finger. Hell, I hadn’t felt this good with anyone before. The magnitude of the difference scared me.
Was I somehow going to walk away from this and be happy with the next anonymous hookup? Or was I ruined for good?
Oliver slipped the condom on skillfully enough to make me jealous again. He was having tons of sex, I could tell. He must have been.
I reached around my back with my right hand, folding my left arm to rest my head in its crook. As Oliver towered over me, I held his cock in my hand, stroking it easily with the lube covering the condom.
