Page 41 of Bear with Me
CHAPTER 18
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Ollie's cockwas made for me. We fit together in all the right ways. I'd never been with a guy as tall as me, or bigger than me, and it made all the difference. When he flattened his legs to the bed and flipped us over like it was nothing, I swooned against his chest.
Pressure blossomed in my ass unlike anything I'd experienced. I'd worried his knot would be too much for me, since his cock was perfect before it expanded, but, "Oh, fuck, it's even better than I imagined."
Ollie's laughter vibrated his whole body, sending shockwaves through my still twitching cock and oversensitive channel. "That's all you, sweetheart. You're fucking amazing."
He thrust against me, and I bore down on him. His knot felt too big, yet perfect at the same time.
I wriggled against him, loving the fullness of it and the delicious pressure against my rim. "I could come again."
"Do it. Touch yourself. Mark me with your cum."
Oh, fuck. His filthy words pushed me even closer to the edge. I jerked my cock, and Ollie watched, his hooded gaze flicking from my face to my cockhead. My nerve endings sparked too hotas I came, cum spurting haphazardly over Ollie's chest before dribbling the last few drops over my fingers.
He gazed up at me with an angelic grin as he rubbed my cum into his chest hair and skin. "I belong to you now."
I snorted. "You're your own person. You don't belong to anyone."
He frowned, and I instantly regretted my words. I wanted that smile back.
"We're mates. I'm yours, and you're mine."
"Mates." I was still learning what that meant. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Ollie's feelings. I'd hurt enough people over the past year. Ollie deserved a better mate than I could ever be, but if fate put us together, I would do my best.
When my heat broke,I woke to the opening riff for a daytime talk show I'd watched when I was in college. My body ached in all the best ways. Thanks to my suppressors, my heat was far easier on me than the first one, but it was still disconcerting to know we'd done nothing but fuck, eat, shower, and sleep all weekend.
Well, I had. Ollie had done a load of sheets between knotting me in his shower and again on top of his kitchen table.
Ooh, I had done something else, after all. I'd cleaned the table with bleach while Ollie switched out the laundry. Then, I'd grabbed an apple from the refrigerator and curled up on his couch with a thick blanket to wait for the next wave to hit.
Fuck. It was Monday, right? Not Tuesday?
I struggled with the covers and groaned when my leg turned the wrong way, wrenching my knee. I clambered free and frowned at the purple and brown bruise around a sizable goose-egg to the side of my kneecap. Right. I'd banged it against the table leg.
I pulled the freshly laundered blanket off the top of the bed and wrapped it over my shoulders like a makeshift robe. Satisfied I was clothed enough for the journey, I searched for my phone. It wasn't where I'd left it on the bedside table, so I followed the sound of the studio audience's laughter into the living room.
Ollie was sound asleep on the couch. The television remote hung precariously from his fingers, only two degrees from slipping to the hardwood floor, which would probably scare him awake. I nudged his fingers out of the way and took the remote, turning the television off before I got hooked on a lively discussion of Jeremy's indiscretion.
I glanced at the screen before it went dark, and I froze. In the corner of the screen, it read, "Tune in tomorrow for Worst-day Wednesday pranks gone wrong!"
"Fuck!" I shouted. The remote slid from my fingers and hit the hardwood floor. The battery compartment snapped open, and two AA batteries rolled in opposite directions under the couch.
"Good afternoon!" Even when he was awakened by shouting and loud noises, Ollie was still a perfect gentleman. I kinda resented him for it.
"It's Tuesday?"
He pulled me into his lap. "It is."
"Where's my phone?"
"Charging on the kitchen counter. You got a string of text messages this morning, and then it died."
"Oh no!" I tried to stand and fell back into his arms, my head spinning.
"You need to rest today." He kissed my temple.
