Page 75 of Sweet Vengeance
There’s nothing in the world like being inside his body. It’s killing me not to let go, but I need him to come first.
“Right there. Harder. I need it hard right there.”
I growl in response, pulling almost all the way out, then snapping my hips again, pegging Ollie the way he’s begging. His breathing picks up, his eyes getting glossier, body twitchy, and I know he’s barely hanging on.
“Let go for me. Let me see how pretty you are when you come filled with my cock.”
It’s exactly what Ollie needs to careen over the edge. It’s like a free fall, I see it in him, feel it in myself. His body arches, cock twitches, balls draw up tight as he shoots cum onto his chest every time my hips snap forward. His ass spasms, my name spilling on his tongue, Ollie an anchor, pulling me under with him.
My muscles go rigid, sparks dancing down my spine, the world fading in and out as I let go, lose myself to the pleasure, give him the load his body worked so hard to pull from my balls. I feel it inside him, spilling out, coating my cock, and I just keep coming, getting drained dry by the magic that is Ollie. And when there is nothing left inside me, I fall down beside him, take his mouth, kiss my way down his torso, licking up all the salty fluid there. Sweat, cum, all of it.
He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move other than his eyes fluttering open and closed.
I want to pull him into my arms, to hold him close and give him my secrets and beg him to stay, but instead I say, “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t go.” He reaches for me.
“I’m not going far.” I need to clean up because if this night goes the way I think it will, Ollie will want me in his mouth.
I hurry to the bathroom, wet a cloth, quickly soaping and cleaning up my dick and groin area, before wetting it again and going back to him. He’s sitting up slightly, watching me,seeing what I did, and biting his lip.Yes, I did that for you, but I did it for me too.
“Let me see your ass.”
His eyes bug comically. “What?”
“I just want to wipe you down and make sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“But I want your cum.”
Pleasure sparks along my skin. “Jesus, you’ll be the death of me. You have me inside you. I’m just gonna wipe you up a little.”
He nods, then simply spread his legs for me, gives me so easily this part of himself he hasn’t given to anyone. What is it about me that makes Ollie feel so comfortable?
He’s puffy and red. I’m gentle as I clean his crack and around his hole, before dropping the cloth to the floor. I climb into bed with him, back against the gray headboard.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. It was perfect.”
Good. Because I would never hurt you. I would do anything for you. You have changed my whole fucking world. I…
“Do you care if I smoke?” I ask him, wanting something to help calm this unfamiliar tornado of emotions inside me.
“That’s fine.”
I grab a joint from my nightstand, light it, and take a drag. The burning sensation immediately helps soothe me.
“I think I’m in love with you,” Ollie says as the first plume of smoke escapes my mouth.
I should probably be shocked, but I’m not. I should tell him he can’t love me, that all loving me will do is hurt him. I should walk away, but I won’t do that either. I inhale more weed into my lungs, then set the joint in the ashtray.
“I know I’m not like other people,” Ollie says. “I do this stuff all wrong. I probably shouldn’t have said that. I—”
“Yes, you should have,” I interrupt him. “Fuck other people. You’rebetterthan them. You’re the bravest person I know.”
He rolls his eyes, glasses cleaner than they were when I’d gone into the bathroom.
“I’m serious. You walked into danger that night for a stranger.”
