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“Oh fuck,” she groaned out. She pinched her nipple hard. Her body jerked a little and the smallest bit of liquid pushed through her clothes, making a small damp spot on the cushion. Olin truly didn’t care. He’d order a new couch in the morning. Testing his resolve, Meegan’s eyes cracked open and she almost glared back at him, daring him to stop her. He didn’t. She came again, soaking the couch some more.

After seeing the punishment her pussy had endured at the end of Daniel’s crop, there was no doubt in Olin’s mind that she could spend all night making herself come. He wanted to touch her, though. It was time.

Meegan’s hand slowed like maybe she was thinking the same thing. Olin gave himself half a second to think about what the next best move would be before he was on his feet. He pulled her up with him, then quickly moved her to the side so he could take her seat on the couch. Before she could ask any questions, he pulled her down again, so she was sitting between his legs. With a firm hand on her tit, he pulled her back so she was resting against his chest, her temple against his chin. He turned just enough to kiss her forehead. He could feel the moisture on the couch already seeping through his jeans. Usually that kind of thing would drive him nuts. Not now.

“Olin?” She whimpered and he really wished he’d seen the look on her face.

“You want me to touch it?” he asked, giving her breast a squeeze.

She nodded and let out a pitiful “Yes.”

“Take my hand and show me how you like it.” He’d made her come the night before in the hotel room, but he wanted to make her leak. Meegan did as he told her and shoved both their hands under the band of her leggings. He was sure he’d have to replace those, too. A groan slipped out of his mouth as she guided his hand over her smooth cunt. She was so fucking wet and hot. He gently swirled his fingers around, gathering moisture. Meegan arched into him, trapping his dick between them. She guided his hand lower and pushed, urging his fingers toward her entrance. Slow as fuck, he pushed two fingers inside her, pulling them back out with another slow drag before pushing them in again.

Meegan’s squirming told him he was on the right track. Withdrawing, he cupped her whole pussy again. Meegan let out a gasp and pushed harder on his fingers. Harder than he would push on his own. The heel of his palm pressed against her clit and his finger slipped between her lips again, tucking against her entrance. She applied more pressure.

“Is this what you like?”

“Mhmm,” she whined. More pressure to the point he was worried he would hurt her and then she shifted both of their hands back and forth. He’d jerked himself off with that kind of effort plenty of times and it turned him on even more that Meegan could let go this way with him.

“Olin!” she groaned loudly and then he felt it, her come soaking his fingers. It was her orgasm, but he felt the thrill of it rushing through his own cock. He tucked his chin against her shoulder and gripped her harder with both of his hands. Squeezing her tit, pinching her nipple. Moving their hands in harsh circles between her legs. He closed his eyes as she cried out again, soaking his hand and the couch even more. His own orgasm snuck up on him just as suddenly, out of his control. With someone else, he would have been embarrassed by the way he came in his pants, but a few minutes later, when he finally told her what had happened, he knew he was in good hands.

Meegan slipped to the floor on her knees. She pushed his legs apart and went right for his zipper. He focused on her face and not the wet milky stain that had bloomed in his boxer briefs. She pulled down the fabric and swirled her fingers in the mess, then she took his dick in her mouth. He clearly wasn’t done because his balls tightened again, the signature lightning shooting up his back and over the crown of his head as he came down her throat.

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When they caught their breath, Meegan taught him a little about aftercare. They walked into the kitchen together and drank a lot of water. Meegan was hungry again, so he showed her his stocked fridge and pantry. She picked out an orange and peeled it for both of them. When it was gone, they headed up to Olin’s bedroom and got in the shower, then they climbed into his bed. He could have absolutely fucked her, but his mind was still spinning, thinking about everything that had happened since she’d pulled up to his house.

He thought about his reaction earlier on his couch, how his whole body had throbbed. He’d spent his entire life trying to numb his reaction to certain sensations. This wasn’t something he’d expected or knew how to deal with. Maybe Meegan could be the one to help him.

“You okay?” she whispered in the dark.

“Yeah,” Olin replied. “Just thinking.”

She rolled over to face him and sat up on her elbow. Olin didn’t really like having his face touched, but it didn’t bother him when she drew her finger over his eyebrow.

“You like having multiple partners?” he asked.

“In scenes, it’s fun. I mean, I have all these holes, it would be a shame not to fill them,” she teased. “But I don’t think I’m cut out for polyamory in relationships. Maybe I’m selfish that way. I want to be the priority.”

That made sense to Olin and he appreciated the clarification.

“I can do the scenes, I think, if I learn more. I don’t want to fuck anyone else, though. Man or woman. I just want you.” Olin knew it sounded like an intense declaration, but it was the truth. He barely liked talking to people. That Meegan had moved him this much in a few short weeks was a miracle. He just wanted her.

“Do you care if I fuck other people? I know what you saw with the guys down there was a lot,” she said. Another good question to ask before they moved forward. Even though she’d said the dynamic at The Club was different, Olin wasn’t foolish enough to think she’d given up that type of fun forever. Not for him and definitely not now.

Olin thought for a minute. Watching her with Daniel and Marcos hadn’t bothered him at all. “No. That’s okay, I think. I think I’d like it better if I could watch, though.”

Even in the dark, he didn’t miss the sudden spark that lit in her eyes. “I think that can be arranged.”

twelve

One weekend. Only one weekend, and Meegan was a complete mess over Olin Breivik. She’d woken up well rested and sore, her naked body half draped over his. As soon as he realized she was awake, he’d jumped out of bed, excusing himself as he sprinted to the bathroom. Meegan had laughed so hard, shocked at the Looney Tunes way he’d peeled out of the room. She’d found a spare bathroom in her own naked rush. Had they both almost pissed their non-existent pants? Yeah, but that Olin had been awake and not moved so he didn’t disturb her? Hot. So hot. They’d met back in the bed and cuddled for thirty more minutes before they got dressed and sprung Pamela from her crate.

Meegan could see herself spending the whole day with him. Hell, another night too, but she needed some space to think, again. She didn’t tell Olin that, though. She may have fibbed a bit and said she desperately needed to clean her place before her mom and aunts dragged her into Thanksgiving/Black Friday madness.

“I get itchy when my place is a mess.” Which was true, but at that moment, her place was spotless. Olin didn’t seem to mind at all. He just kissed her and helped guide her car back into the alley.

She grabbed coffee and something to eat before heading back to her apartment. The whole way, she played the night—the weekend, really—that she’d spent with Olin over and over again in her mind. She couldn’t shake the weird feeling that she was still testing him. She was impressed with how well he’d handled watching her scene with the boys. Watching someone you like literally fuck someone else isn’t usually third-date material, but his focus had been borderline masterful. Meegan cringed as she pulled up to a red light, thinking of how brazenly she’d swan dived into his crotch.

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