Page 47 of Oliver
I can’t help laughing, and then I’m moving out from behind the counter and going to him because I can’t stand to be away from him for another second. I grip his face and kiss him so hard he stumbles back into the nearby stool, grunting as he lands on it, shrinking several inches in the process. I go with the flow, sliding between his thighs and tilting his head back to slip my tongue down his throat.
Fuck, I’m crazy for him.
“Did I do okay?” he asks once we part for air, and I laugh because he’s so fucking cute. He flushes again, pressing his face to my abdomen.
“Yeah, Oli, you did okay,” I tell him, lifting his chin to look at me. His eyes glisten with tears and I kiss him again. We part when we hear the one single patron clapping and whistling loudly.
Oliver’s face flames but I just laugh again. “My break is due,” I tell him. “Wanna reacquaint ourselves with the stockroom?”
He bites his lip and nods. I grab his hand and pull him up, and down the hall.
As soon as we’re inside, I spin around and shove him up against the wall. “Need you,” I say, my mouth claiming his and my hands gripping his wrists, holding them above his head. My leg slides between his thighs, spreading them, and he whimpers as my leg presses against his cock. He’s rock hard already and I groan as he thrusts against me, whimpering incessantly.
“Fuck, Oli,” I growl, pulling away. His gyrations don’t stop and I grip his wrists harder, taking his chin into my other hand. “Fuck, you make me so damn hard.” I kiss him again, rubbing my leg against his dick until he’s a whimpering, whining mess. I move my hand from his chin to his hair and grip hard. His eyes flare and his thick cock jerks against my thigh.
“Tell me what you want, Oli,” I say, my voice low and husky, then press kiss after kiss to the adorable freckles decorating his nose and cheeks, making him squirm.
I tug his hair harder, making his head tilt back, and he gasps. “I want you to fuck me,” he says. “Hard.” My cock jerks when he flushes and adds, “I want to be your good boy.”
“Fuck, Oli.” I kiss his lips again before making my way down his neck, biting and sucking, growling at the realization that I can fucking mark him wherever the hell I want now, because he’s fucking mine. I don’t waste any time, either. I suck andbite on his neck until he’s shaking and whimpering, his breaths ragged and his cock twitching obscenely against my thigh. Then I’m moving my hand from his hair to fondle his cock and balls through his shorts. The moan that escapes him is fucking delicious. “So fucking pretty when you moan for me, Oli,” I tell him, nuzzling his jaw with my nose. “You’re gonna make so many pretty sounds when I’m fucking you, aren’t you, baby?”
“Oh, God, Hunter, please,” he whines, and I know he’s close to tears. “Please I need you inside me. I’m so fucking hard. It’s been so long.”
I hum and press another kiss to his neck before undoing his belt and spinning him around. “Hands on the wall,” I tell him, and he obeys eagerly. I slide my hand around and pop the button on his shorts, the small gasp he emits making my cock throb. God, he drives me wild. “I can’t fucking wait to get inside you again,” I growl as I slide his shorts and underwear down, letting them land around his ankles. His cock stands proud, so hard and desperate, the head red and angry already, precum sliding down his shaft. I slide my own pants and underwear down and then press up against him, both of us moaning at the feel of our naked skin against each other’s again. He shoves his ass back and my cock jerks as if it knows exactly whose ass this is, and can’t wait to get inside where it belongs.
“Fuck, Oli.” I reach one arm around and place my palm on his abdomen, holding him to me, then slide the other hand around and grip his cock, feeling the familiar weight of it in my palm and moaning at the sensation. “God, I’ve missed this cock,” I tell him, stroking it languidly.
“Ngggg,” he whimpers, squirming as I run my hand from his abdomen up his pecs where I rub my finger over his hardening nipples. I stay there for a moment, his cock jerking like crazy in my hand as I continue to stroke him slowly. “Beg me, Oli,” I whisper in his ear, sliding my hand from his cock and bringingit back to his ass where I run it down his crack, stopping at his hole. I press my finger against it and he whimpers. “Beg me to fuck this pretty hole.”
“Please,” he cries. “Please, Hunter, I need you. Please fuck me. Please.” His hole flutters against my finger and I press it inside him, hearing him mewl as I slide deeper, his ass clenching around my finger, slick with his precum.
“Oh, God,” he whines. “Yes, more. Please, more. I need more.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me fucking come before I even get inside you if you keep talking like that,” I warn him.
He whimpers again, and I can’t fucking wait anymore. “Can I take you bare?” I ask.
He nods quickly. “Yes, Christ, yes, I’m negative.”
My cock throbs at that and I kiss his neck. “Me, too,” I tell him, before reaching down to grab a packet of lube from my wallet. I slick myself up and then line my cock up with his hole. Gripping his hair in one hand and his hip with the other, I press inside him, and holy fucking hell, it’s so much more intense than I even imagined. “Shit, Oli,” I moan as I press in slowly, the heat and suction so fucking incredible that I have to slide out some before pushing back in or I’ll come before I’m even fully sheathed. I let out a deep breath as he swallows me inch by inch. “Goddamn, baby, you feel so fucking incredible. So fucking good, Oli.”
I slide my hand along his back, moaning like a fucking whore as I bottom out. Then I’m resting my head against his upper back, taking in another deep breath as I hold him to me. I can feel him shaking against me, his ass clenching and unclenching around my cock. I tighten my grip on his hair and he whimpers, his ass tightening around me at the same time. “I’m so fucking hard, baby,” I tell him. “God, this is not going to last long. I’m gonna take you hard and fast, and we’re gonna come together,okay, beautiful? I want you too much right now for anything else.”
He nods and I dig my fingers into his hip and slide out part way before pushing back in, hard. “Fuck,” he cries, as I slam into him again and again, my cock nudging his prostate each and every time.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, my grip on him tightening. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Oli. So damn perfect. Love this ass, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up so good, baby.” I move my hand from his hip to his cock and stroke him in tandem with my thrusts.
“Oh, God,” he wails. “So good, Hunter. So bloody good.”
“Come for me, baby,” I tell him. I slam into him two more times and yank on his hair, tilting his head back as we both shout out our releases, his cock pulsing in my grip and spraying all over the wall and my hand as I bite down on his neck, my own release spilling inside him.
“Fuck.” His chest rises and falls as he supports himself on the wall, trembling with the aftershocks of his release.
“So good for me, Oli,” I say, pressing kisses to his back through his shirt and nuzzling his neck. “So perfect for me. My good boy.”
Epilogue
5 years later