Page 42 of In For a Penny
He isunquestionablyhard this time around. I can feel every inch of him rubbing against me.
He grunts as my hands run through his hair, and I tug. He groans and holds me tighter.
Oh, he likes that.
I tug again, harder this time, and he grinds into me with more force. I break away from his lips with a gasp, the sudden jolt of pleasure surprising me.
“Right there?” he asks roughly.
I can only manage a nod. Oliver grins mischievously and grinds into me repeatedly, and I feel him hard and big against me.
I feel iteverywhere.
I’ve never felt this type of hunger before, like I can’t get close enough fast enough. I had never even felt it with Austin.
I keep pulling Oliver in tighter, digging my nails into his back, making him groan.
I would be embarrassed to admit that I’m moaning a bit too loudly just from some dry humping, but there really is a lot to be said for it, and also, I don’t give a fuck right now because IT. FEELS. SO. FUCKING. GOOD.
I pull him back to my mouth and bite his lower lip, holding on tightly to his shoulders. He grunts and pulls me up from the desk, walking me back to his bed, holding onto my ass tightly. We never break contact as he sits on the edge, and I straddle him, riding him a bit longer.
“I’m going to come right now if you keep doing that, and I don’t think either one of us wants that yet,” he says against my neck. He slides his hands under my shirt as he bites my earlobe, and I feel it all the way down to my core. Oliver divests me of his t-shirt and my bra in the blink of an eye, which reminds me just how experienced this man is. I barely even noticed him touching my bra clasp.
I have no control over my thoughts or decisions anymore. Bye, mind. It was nice knowing you.
Ta-ta. Too busy. About to have sex, thanks.
His breathing is heavy in my ear as I ride him, his underwear still on, hands on my ass.
“Stop moving. I want you on your back first.” He pushes me down onto the bed roughly, somehow removing his underwear at the same time.
Who is this man? How many hands does he have?
It feels like he’s managed to undress the both of us while never removing a hand from my body. The only thing keeping us separated is my lace panties, and those need to come off ASAP, or I willlose it.
I get to admire his body briefly, and dammit if it’s not perfect. I hate him a little bit for it. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I’m that attracted to him. “Are you going to eye-fuck me all day, or are you done?” he asks with a laugh.
I guess the cat’s out of the bag, then.
“Shut up,” I say, pulling him down roughly to kiss him again.
He kisses down my body, taking his time, his lips gliding over every swell, teeth nipping my skin here and there. His hands slide over my ribs, pausing over my breasts, squeezing them lightly. I arch my back, my heels digging into the bed. He’s moving so slowly I think I’m going to die. He’s teasing me, and I don’t know if I love it or hate it.
“Am I dying? I think I’m dying,” I say.
He laughs against my skin. “Nope—definitely not dying.”
Oliver continues to kiss down my stomach, biting the hem of my lace panties, and starts to pull them down with his teeth slowly while maintaining eye contact with me.
Jesus Christ.
I want him to tear off the remaining scrap of clothing between us with his teeth. I want him to stop moving so goddamn slow.
My breathing has gotten even more ragged. It’s embarrassing.
Tired of waiting around, I take matters into my own hands and try to take off my panties myself. Before I know it, Oliver grabs me by the wrists and pushes my arms up over my head, stopping me from my goal.
His eyes blaze. “What did you say you wanted, Penny?”
