“You sure?”
I nod, and with that, he’s removing my shirt and tossing it to the floor. He steps out of his shoes and undoes his pants, pushing them down.
“Take yours off, too.” I listen and get down to my boxers. “Now get in bed.”
Chapter Eight
I eye him and then the bed before laying down on top of the covers.
He lays next to me and pulls me by the shoulder until I’m on my side facing him.
We kiss again, this time our naked chests touching, and our hands roaming. He slings his leg over mine and pushes closer.
I feel like I’m thirteen again, doing nothing but making out, but this is so much better than any fumbling experience I had when I first started kissing girls. Oliver’s mouth is more skilled than anybody before him. He teases me with short, soft pecks, his tongue delicately swiping a path against my lip. He makes me chase him, moving forward for more as he pulls away. He sucks on my tongue, squeezing my face in his hand and moaning around it like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth. It makes me think of what it would feel like to have him suck my dick.
“I’m so hard,” I mumble into his mouth.
“Me too,” he whispers huskily, thrusting his hips into me to make his point. “I’m gonna get on top of you.”
I nod desperately and he easily rolls me onto my back as he straddles me. Sitting up, he rocks forward, grinding on my dick.
“Oh fuck.”
He lets out a low rumble. “Mm.”
With my hands on his thighs, I gaze up at him in wonderment. He’s incredibly large, his body carved into perfection, his jaw sharp and lips full, and I think he might be the most attractive person I’ve ever seen.
I close my eyes and shake my head slightly.
“What’s wrong?” he questions.
I open my eyes and find him bending at the waist and bracing himself on either side of me with his hands, his face hovering over mine.
“Nothing. I’m just…my mind is…I can’t even find the words. My mind is blown, that’s all.”
“So, you’re still enjoying yourself?” he asks with a smirk.
I smile. “Yes, definitely.” I put my hands on his hips and move him, our cocks rubbing against each other through our underwear.
“Oh god. I feel like a teenager, getting off on kissing and dry humping.”
He chuckles, finding my neck and planting kisses while continuing to rock back and forth. “Dry humping is underrated.”
“I agree,” I moan. “But I’m only just now finding that out.”
“With that said, I’d love to have you in my hand. If that’s okay,” he says, his breath tickling my ear.
“Yes,” I reply hurriedly, in a near beg.
He takes his time scooting down my body, his lips pressing kisses to my chest and his tongue dancing around my nipples before he licks a trail down the middle of my stomach.
I suck in quivering breaths between each moan and whimper, already ready to combust.
Oliver gets off me just long enough for us to remove our underwear and then he’s back on top, straddling my thighs.
Our eyes meet as he’s reaching for my cock. His grip is strong and his fingers wrap around the shaft with ease. He gives it a few slow tugs and I shove my head further into the pillow, eyes closing as I enjoy his touch.
When I feel his cock against mine, my eyes snap open, not willing to miss this. He looks at me before he spits, letting the saliva drop to our shafts.
