Page 23 of Depths of Desire
So when Oliver gave in, his body relaxing as he pressed my chest harder and rolled me onto my back, I let him. He towered over me, putting his knees between my legs and kissing me from above.
His fists sank into the mattress on either side of my shoulders, his torso lowering as his lips parted and let his tongue venture into my mouth.
I couldn’t decide what turned me on the most. Maybe it was the heated passion with which he shoved his tongue into my mouth. Maybe it was the weight of his torso pressing down on mine. Or maybe it was the incredible sensation of his hard cock resting against mine.
When I felt him there, my hands slapped his back, and nails dug into his flesh. I pulled him closer, not believing this could be real. Was I really making out with my first crush? I didn’t want to pinch myself to check. If I woke up in the next second anddiscovered that we had gone to sleep on the far ends of the bed, it would kill me.
As if he saw my mind wandering away from this moment, Oliver slipped his left hand under my head, fingers running through my messy locks, and looked into my eyes. I could see the intensity of his soul burning in his eyes even in near darkness. His breathing was shallow, mine nonexistent.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
I hesitated only long enough for my heart to swell. “God, yes.”
We melted into one another, torsos pressing together, mouth crushing mouth, his crotch rubbing against mine, and my legs lifting to curl around Oliver’s waist. We grew so close in this heated moment, but I needed more. If only I could live under his skin.
After hearing the truth in my assent, Oliver didn’t hold back. His body moved smoothly, muscles tightening and relaxing, arms coiling around me, his weight resting squarely on me.
Smother me, I wanted to beg. But I didn’t need to voice it. His abs tensed against mine, his hips thrusting forward in a hopeless, desperate rut and rubbing his cock hard against my lifted ass. His grunt filled my ears as he tightened his hold on me, pulling me closer and pushing me harder down.
I couldn’t find the line that separated his body from mine, or even our souls. Each kiss brought his essence into me, and I yearned to give him some of mine, kissing his back in haste, licking, biting, dying for his touch.
Oliver no longer asked questions. One confirmation was enough, and I adored him for it. He wasn’t methodical about it, but a wild mess of kisses, touches, and sighs. When his teeth sank into the soft part of my ear, I wanted to curl into a ball. When his lips trailed my neck, my lower back thrust upward in an uncontrolled reply. And when he kissed the middle of mychest down to my solar plexus, I threaded my fingers through his rich, chestnut hair, closing my fists around the floppy locks and driving his head lower.
His lips dragged down my abs with little input from me. He knew where he wanted to go; he knew where I wanted him. There was no need for words or nudges. He simply went for it, pressing his tongue flat against my muscles and dragging it up my torso before kissing the trail back. He went lower still, over my belly button and down the happy trail of pale hair I felt like I should have shaved.
Oliver let out a heated breath against my body, and I changed my mind. He liked the trail.
His fingers slipped under my ass and squeezed my cheeks hard, like he needed to reach deep into the muscle, like he needed to feel the shiver that ran through my body and the instinctive tightness of my glutes when they clenched.
Thrusting my hips up, I pressed my hard cock against his face, and Oliver parted his lips around it, wetting the fabric of my underwear. To be perfectly honest, my underwear was bound to be soaked already, and I had a suspicion that Oliver knew that. His tongue pressed hard against the tip of my cock and pressed my ass harder, lifting me off the back.
His fingers slipped up, yanking the waistband of my underwear in one smooth motion. That was the word for Oliver. Smooth. Everything he did was like that, from the first nosedive I saw him perform at the community pool to the careful way his gaze swept over the cabin upon entering to the ease with which he undressed me.
My underwear slipped over my cock, and he pulled the briefs down to my ankles, returning to his previous positions as soon as I untangled my feet free. He didn’t wait, and the impatience turned me on more than any careful foreplay could have.
Oliver’s lips caressed my inner thigh, tickling me into madness worthy of a Hellenic tragedy. He teased me as he moved up and buried his face in my groin, devouring me in the strangest ways. His fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick and I could sweat the fucked let out a soft chuckle.
In response, I pressed my head against the back of his head and forced his face deeper between my legs. My balls settled down the bridge of his nose, and he moved his lips madly against my taint, slowly dragging his hand along my cock, tormenting me with just enough intensity to the thrusts to make me crave more.
When I relaxed my hand on his head, he lifted it and wrapped his lips around the precum-slick tip of my dick, taking me into his mouth in one brave swing of his head.
It ruptured something in my chest. It freed my heart to grow larger and lighter until it wanted to float away from me, from the cabin, from the Milky Way.
I heard myself cry for God, for more, and for Oliver. I heard the moans ripping free from me and filling the snow-blanketed house.
The light of the fireplace danced along the wood-paneled walls as Oliver bobbed his head up and down, rubbing the roof of his mouth against my aching cock on purpose.
My voice rose, stretching the definition of a moan, as Oliver pulled his head back and angled my cock away from me, then dipped down and took me into his throat. Fuck, but he was good at this. And no, it wasn’t jealousy that raced through me when I realized that. It just couldn’t be.
He lifted his head and let my dick fall with a wet slap against my body. “Don’t want this to end too soon,” he said.
“Make it last,” I said, my voice distant, like an echo in a dream.Make it hard. Make us work for it. I guided his handaway from my thigh and under my balls, letting him feel the warmth of my hole.
“You better have some supplies in that duffel,” Oliver said. “I didn’t bring any.”
“Always do,” I told him, my throat closing hard on the last word as he thrust his hand forward and applied sudden pressure on me. I could feel the pleasure spilling through me, welling into my skull, filling my eyes.
“Mm, emergency kit,” Oliver observed. “Do you want to use it?”
