Page 43 of In For a Penny
My skin feels like it’s on fire. Oliver is usually laidback and joking, but this new Oliver, this dominating and controlling Oliver, gets me even more excited. I never expected to feel this thrilled.
“To lose control.” I sound pathetically breathy.
“Exactly,” he says with hard eyes. “To lose control. So, stop trying to control the situation. I am in control.” Chills run down my spine.
Jesus. Okay.
“Oliver?” I say as he looks up at me. “I think I’m gonna like this.” I cover my face, embarrassed.
He removes my hands from my face and kisses me. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Oliver’s breathing turns just as ragged as mine. After weeks of teasing and—admittedly—a lot of charged sexual tension, it’s happening. He pulls down my panties quickly—finally!—and reaches toward his nightstand for a condom. Oliver kneels between my legs as I look him up and down.
“Fuckkkkk.” I run my fingernails down his chest, leaving a trail of marks on his skin. “Your body isinsane.” I’m panting now.
“Oh, yeah?” He smiles as he rolls on the condom. He positions himself over me and lifts my left leg over his hip. “What about my dick?” And he thrusts hard into me.
He groans as I moan loudly.
Oh. My. God.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans again into my neck. “Fuuuuckkkk.”
Words. I forget words.
He pulls out a little, and I gasp as he thrusts into me again, harder this time. He grips my leg tighter, his fingers digging into my thigh, hurting just right, just enough for it to feel amazing. He’s hard inside me as I wrap my arms around him. I’m feeling every muscle in his back flex as he moves, digging my nails into his skin. I’m doing my best to hold on here.
He kisses me roughly again and starts up an even rhythm, grunting every so often. I start to wonder why we haven’t done this sooner. Why I kept denying him or not believing him when he said how great it would be. I haven’t even come yet, and I’m already ranking it high in Penny’s Top Ten Sexual Experiences—right there next to that time Austin and I hooked up next to the tennis courts in his dad’s house in Connecticut in broad daylight during a family lunch.
I’m getting close, and my breathing speeds. One of Oliver’s hands makes its way to my ass again, changing the angle, making me cry out. I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from getting any louder and waking up his roommates. Although, it’s getting more and more difficult by the second to care.
“I’m gonna…” I start to say.
He stops suddenly, pulling me from the brink of orgasm. I’m about to murder him when he flips me roughly onto my stomach and pulls my hips back in one smooth movement, impaling me from behind. I gasp, gripping the sheets.
Holy. Shit.
He groans loudly and stops himself for a minute. He tenses, I can tell he’s close, too, and doesn’t want it to end. He’s gripping my hips tightly, digging into me, and I decide to tease him and push back into him. His own need has thwarted his plan to make this last and stay in control. I love that I can do this to him.
“Stop,” he groans. “Stop. You need to stop. Not yet. Stop.”
“No. Payback.”
He sighs and holds on tighter. “Fine,” he says through gritted teeth, thrusting faster now. We’re both close, on edge. I can feel it. Suddenly, I cry out in pleasure, barely registering his grunt and final thrust as we both fall onto the bed together.
