Page 79 of Antidote

“The cold never bothered me anyway.” I grin and he laughs harder.

“You’re so cheesy, baby,” he murmurs, gazing up at me with a smirk. But I don’t miss the baby, and my stomach does a weird little flutter.

I grab the back of his neck and pull him toward me. He has to tilt his face up to meet my lips. At 5’11”, he’s shorter than me by four inches, and I fucking love it. I kiss him gently at first, sucking on his bottom lip slowly, feeling his lip ring, then dragging my teeth over it. But soon enough, we’re going at each other, and he’s thrusting his tongue into my mouth like he’s fucking it, and I’m sucking on it greedily. His hands grip onto my ass, and I do the same to him, grinding him against me. My body is hot all over, and even though I know it’s cold in here, I’m starting to break a sweat.

I need him.

Now.

“Fuck, Ollie,” I groan. “I need you so bad.”

“Fuck this date, Hunt,” he says against my lips, licking my bottom one. “Let’s go home.”

“I can’t wait.” I shake my head. “I want it now.”

“What do you want?” Ollie asks then nips my bottom lip. His hand grips my hard dick, and he rubs his palm against it.

“I want your ass,” I rasp, “Sin bin. Now.”

It’s a race to the sin bin, and I can hear Ollie panting by the time we get there. He doesn’t waste any time, and as soon as we make it, he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs.

“Bench, Ollie,” I say, and he bends over, putting his hands on it. “Ass up.”

“Like this?” he asks me, his voice horse.

I kick his legs apart slightly, “We’re gonna make this quick.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a packet of lube, then waste no time getting myself ready. By the time my dick is covered in lube, I’m hard as a rock. Painfully so.

Ollie is bracing himself on the bench, ready for me, and I cover my fingers in lube and swipe them over his pink, puckered hole. Sliding one finger in, I thrust it up to the knuckle, then add a second one. His ass tightens around my fingers when I swipe over his prostate, and he moans and rocks back against me. He’s so fucking needy for me, and I just want to bury myself inside of him and never come out.

“You ready for me?” I ask him softly, looking around to make sure no one is here with us. “I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes, Hunt,” he moans when I swipe over his prostate again. “Hurry.”

Pulling out my fingers, I coat them with more lube and get him wet for me. Fucking Ollie will never get old, and I feel like I’m making up for lost time. I line myself up against him and enter him slowly, panting at the feeling of his warm hole wrapped around me. He’s so fucking tight. I can tell he’s tense because he’s gripping me, and I’m struggling to get all the way in.

“Relax, Ollie. Please,” I beg him. “Let me in.”

I can see him visibly relaxing, his shoulders dropping, and his fingers gripping the bench lose their white-knuckle appearance. Finally, with one more unhurried thrust, I bottom out inside of him. My pelvis meets his ass, and my hands find his hips. Pulling back, I shove myself back in roughly and pick up the pace immediately. It’s a race to the finish line, and I know I have to make this quick so we don’t get caught. Anyone could come in at any moment.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise him as he begins to fuck me back. “You feel so damn good.”

“Yes, Hunt,” Ollie moans. “Right there.”

Ollie drops his head and fucks me back harder, meeting me thrust for thrust. I can tell the moment I go over his prostate because he tightens around me and swears under his breath.

“Yes,” he gasps, fucking me back. “Mmm… fuck, yes.”

My fingers dig deeper into his hips, and I know I’m going to leave a bruise. I watch as Ollie lets go of the bench and wraps one hand around his cock, jerking it to the rhythm of my thrusts. I go faster, deeper, until he’s moaning and shaking.

“Fuck, Hunt. I need you. Harder.” Ollie moans, “Fill me up, baby.”

“You’re mine, Ollie.” I thrust harder, deeper, faster. “Fucking mine. And you better never forget it.”

“Right there, Hunt.” Ollie says, “I’m almost there.”

His fingers gripping the bench tighten, blanching, and I know he’s close to coming. Ollie’s ass is fucking gripping me now, and he’s fucking me back again like his life depends on it. “Look at you taking my cock like a dirty little slut.” I moan, feeling my release get closer. “Are you my dirty little slut, Ollie?”

“Yes.”

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