Page 69 of The Catalyst

I haven’t sucked him off since the first time he fucked me. The main reason was how hard it would be to hide what we’re doing if I went back to the house on Mason Road with my face split open with how big he is.

I wanted to do it, but this time, I’m not worried. Maybe I should be, but I just want to enjoy this and give him what both of us want.

This.

Us.

His fingers dig into my scalp as he pulls my head back until my lips release him. Ollie tilts my head back until I look up at him, seeing how dark his eyes have gotten–something I have yet to bear witness to until this night.

He pulls me to my feet and walks me over to the closest chair with one on each side of it. He takes a seat and I waste no time in straddling his waist. It’s a good thing he made me take off my panties beforehand because I don’t think I would have the patience to now.

“Please, Ollie,” I beg as a bead of sweat runs down the side of my neck and he runs the tip of his cock against my slit. “Make me yours.” His eyes meet mine and I’m snagged in his web as he presses inside me. My jaw slacks as a mixture of a gasp and a moan falls from my lips.

“Do you really want that, baby?” He runs his knuckles over my cheek, the touch unbelievably affectionate, something that is rare for Oliver Doyle. I think there has only been one other time when he has been like this with me and that was when I was emotionally raw. I lean into his touch, not knowing it was something I was craving until now.

“Yes,” I admit. “I want to be yours.” Then, I steal a kiss from him to show him how serious I am. If he refuses me, I’ll accept that and I’ll know where we stand, but we’d stay stuck in the gray area if I didn’t say anything. I need to know where he stands to move forward in either direction.

He’s so impossible to read most of the time and I don’t know if he’s guarded or if that’s just how he is.

I expect him to push me away, but what I didn’t expect was for him to pull me in closer and for the passion I receive from him to rival anything I’ve ever received from anyone before. My fingers dig through his hair as I accept every shred of his heart that he sends to me.

My heart breaks into a million little pieces, scattering around the tent, but with every touch, every kiss he acts like a magnet, collecting every broken shard. He molds the pieces back together in a pattern that only he knows.

What I’m experiencing is one of the scariest things I’ve ever been through, but I’m not fighting it or running from him. No, I’m accepting the fear, the heartache, the turmoil, and the affinity. I’m accepting all of it and letting it take hold of me as I grind my way up and down his length.

He trails kisses from my mouth to my neck as he grips my hips tight, taking control of the rhythm. I moan his name on repeat like a prayer as he growls in my ear.

“If you want to be mine, you better prove it, princess,” he presses as he thrusts hard inside me. It vibrates off my hips as he bottoms out and I cry out from the mix of pleasure and pain I’ve become addicted to.

Pressing my hand against his thigh, I put every ounce of effort into making this just as good for him as it is for me.

I moan over and over as I get closer to my climax. I’m held over the edge as Ollie digs his teeth into my shoulder, groaning with every move I make.

Then…

“Oh, my god! What the hell are you doing?!”

Judy’s voice vibrates through the tent and I snap my head around to see her standing at the entrance, practically clutching her pearls from seeing me and Ollie fucking.

“I swear, I’m going tofuckingkill her,” Ollie growls in my ear and I roll my eyes.

“No, you’re not. Not only would Ro kill you, but I would, too. She’s my best friend, so be nice.”

He groans. “Fine, but if she ever interrupts us having sex again, all bets are off.”

Honestly, I’m not happy that she interrupted us either. Good sex should never be postponed, but this time, it needs to be or Judy will probably be scarred for life.

It’s no secret that Judy doesn’t like Ollie. Hell, she’s petrified of him on a good day. Not to mention, she just walked in on me cheating on my boyfriend with his best friend. Her pearls are thoroughly clutched.

It’s a struggle, but I manage to get off Ollie without flashing Judy my naughty bits. Ollie stands, facing away from Judy and tucks his cock back into his pants, looking mighty pissed.

“Um, hi?” What else am I supposed to say? She just discovered one of the only secrets I have from her and it’s one that might just haunt her dreams. “Pardon my tits,” I joke to try to ease some of the tension as I cover them before grabbing my bra off the ground. I slip it on as I make my way over to her.

“Hi? What are you doing in here withhim?”

Judy rushes over and grabs my arm, trying to pull me away from Ollie’s vicinity…like that would do any good.

“Clearly, I was fucking her, Gunderson,” Ollie snaps and I glare at him.

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