her, and quickly figured out that whatever she couldn’t swallow, she could instead cover and squeeze with her hand once the surface was slick.
I felt like she was trying to undo all the damage that had been done, and I would have to let her because I was helpless against her tentative touches. I growled as she suddenly sucked hard enough to pull her cheeks in as she swirled her tongue in an artful circle. I could feel pleasure pulsing hard at the base of my spine and knew she was about to get a mouthful of cum if she didn’t pull back.
“Ollie.” Her name came out on a breathless gasp because she switched her attention to the heavy vein that ran along the underside of my cock. It felt like she was licking along with my heartbeat as she chased the pulse all the way to the base. I felt her fingers start to slide along the inside of my thigh and nearly lost it then and there. I clamped down on her neck harder than intended, and forced her to pull off the throbbing flesh she was licking like a lollipop. “We have to stop.”
Didn’t we?
It wasn’t the time or place for where this was going, right?
Her friend might show up for work any minute, and I was still worried about how easily she collapsed earlier. Not to mention how torn up her soul had to feel after sharing all that insight with the old man earlier.
Instead of quietly agreeing like I expected her to, she suddenly pushed me back with a hand on my stomach and got to her feet in front of me. She clasped my face between her hands and gave me a hard kiss. She stepped around me as I was still trying to get my bearings. As she walked across the room to an antique vanity, she stripped out of her wet jeans, and I realized she was as naked under her clothes as I was. I should’ve bent down and yanked my track pants back up, but I was too busy watching her as she leaned over to rummage through one of the drawers. I had no idea what she was doing, but I liked looking at her rounded backside as she searched for something.
She’d grown up well, and I suddenly understood why I never really had a type and why all women had their own appeal to me.
She was the only one I preferred.
She was the only one I picked for myself to keep and to sacrifice myself for.
She was the only one I’d tried to keep with me when I’d always been able to walk away from everyone else.
No one else was Ollie, so they just filled in the blanks she left in my life when we said goodbye.
“Ah-ha. I knew Mercer had these stashed somewhere.” She turned and held up a familiar square foil packet. A condom. She’d been looking for a condom, which meant she was going to do anything other than stop.
“Ollie.” I kept my warning tone as I pushed my hands through my hair. “Do you know what you’re doing right now?” She had been an emotional mess not too long ago; now, she was playing with fire.
She cocked her head to the side and pointed to the pants hung up on my sneakers. “Take those off and sit down.”
Stunned slightly stupid, I followed her command. After I kicked my sneakers off and ditched the pants, she moved forward, eyes intent on mine.
“Even if it’s only once, I want to do this with someone I care about. I want to be with someone I know cares about me. Let me have this, Huck.” She stepped between my legs and held out the condom until I reluctantly took it from her. “You said we don’t know what losses are coming, so we should celebrate the wins when we have them. Let me win just this one time, please?”
How could I deny her when she asked me like that? Not that I really wanted to say no in the first place.
I wanted her.
I could admit it and no longer feel conflicted about it.
There were a million-and-one things we still needed to get straight between us, but for the moment, I could focus on making her feel good if that was what she wanted from me.
It only took a second to get the protection situated. After all, unlike her, I had more than enough practice at this. Maybe too