Page 57 of In For a Penny
I need you to distract me.
Oliver isn’t smiling anymore. He looks just like he did the first morning—eager and ready. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
He reaches around to the front of my leg, one hand trailing softly up my thigh, under my skirt, all the way to their junction. His fingers add pressure in just the right spot over my underwear, making me gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure. I can feel his smile against my neck as his hand travels back to my ass, and he maneuvers me to the sink, turning me suddenly to face the mirror over it.
I place my hands on the sink, bracing myself, as his arms travel around my waist, holding me tightly to him. I can feel all of him pressing into my back. I close my eyes as he moves my hair over my shoulder, and I lean my head to the opposite side, giving him room to kiss and bite my neck.
He sucks on my neck and lifts my skirt from behind as I moan.
“Stop. No hickeys.” I say.
His hands slip over and under my underwear, cupping my ass. “I didn’t mind the marks you left on my back,” he says, chuckling. Oliver nibbles my ear, and I breathe in sharply as the feeling shoots straight to my belly.
“Yes, but my scratch marks weren’t visible to anyone but me. I’m serious. No. Hickeys.”
He kisses me once more on the neck and lifts his gaze as we make eye contact in the mirror. His eyes remain on mine as he slides my underwear over my hips and slowly down my thighs, past my knees.
Oliver bends. “Right leg.” I lift my right leg so he can remove the underwear carefully. “Left.” I lift my left leg, and suddenly, I’m going commando.
He kisses up my legs, behind my knees, up my thighs, his hands following wherever his lips touch me. I think I’m going to spontaneously combust.
“Condom?” I ask breathlessly.
“Fuck—yes. I have one, I think.” He sounds nervous.
“Are you kidding me? How do you not have one?” I’m shaking. I need him. I need him to have a condom. I’m breathing heavily with want, trying to keep it together.
He’s rifling through his messenger bag like a maniac. “Why do you just assume that I carry one around with me?”
“Because you’re you,” I say matter-of-factly.
I can sense his panic. I’m holding on to the sink, trying to talk myself down from getting caught up in the heat of the moment and sayingfuck itto using protection. At the same time, Oliver kneels on the floor, pants straining at his crotch, desperately taking everything out of his bag in search of one condom.
I roll my eyes at the ceiling and take deep breaths, calming myself down until he yells, “I’ve got one!” a little too loudly with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face.
“Shh,” I say. “Too loud! We’re still in a library.”
“Right,” he says, pulling me to him again. Oliver kisses me hard, tongue invading my mouth as I reach for his belt and undo it quickly, despite my shaking hands. I’m so filled with need that I tug his jeans and underwear in one go. He springs free and rolls the condom on without breaking our kiss, turning me quickly to face the mirror again once it's secured.
“Like this,” he whispers in my ear, one hand raising my skirt from behind, the other rubbing me in the front.
I gasp. He pushes my back down, folding me over, and I close my eyes as he grips my hips and enters me. I moan, and the hand that was working me up now covers my mouth.
“Shh,” he whispers urgently. “You’re going to get us caught. Eyes open.”
“Shit, Oliver,” I say under his hand.
“I know, just…” He breathes deeply once as he thrusts in me again. “Just…we need to be quiet, but…” He groans. “Fuck, you feel so good. I won’t last long.”
I shake my head, his hand dropping. “It doesn’t matter. Just get me there. That’s all I need.”
Nodding, his hand goes back to where it was before and starts rubbing in circular motions. I bite my lip hard to keep from making any noise while he continues a steady rhythm from behind, never taking our eyes off each other in the reflection of the mirror. I tell him not to stop. I tell him it feels so, so good, how hard he feels. I tell him I’m close. And when I come, he comes right after, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his sounds.
“I don’t understand something,” Isay, slipping back into my underwear. My breathing is still a bit ragged, and my hair is a mess, but I need to clean up and get out quickly to get back to my study-buddy.
“What’s that?” Oliver asks, fixing his hair in the mirror.
“You seem to care about Josh. But all that time you were trying to set us up, you were still hitting on me and trying to get with me. Didn’t you feel a little guilty?”
