Page 15 of Undying Resilience

“I meant your ass. It’s bony as hell.”

With a disbelieving huff, Oliver crawls off and pushes me until I’m flipped over and lying on my back. He stares pointedly at my cock.

“Okay. Maybe that, too.”

Before he can make a smartass remark, I grab him and pull him onto the mattress next to me. He grins, that familiar mischievous glimmer in his eyes. It’s a playful look I’ve come to love over the years. But right now, being playful is the last thing on my mind.

Rolling on top of him, I pin Oliver to the bed. He groans when I fit my mouth to his, my hands keeping his wrists in place. Ell may love tying Oliver up, but I much prefer to hold him down myself.

“Fucking hell, Rhett,” Oliver gasps when I move my lips to his neck, attacking the spot that always makes him go wild. He moves to touch me, but I keep his arms pinned down.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Obviously,” he grunts, craning his neck for another kiss.

“Then be a good boy and stop struggling.”

That causes Oliver’s face to light up with a grin. He relaxes, and I reward him with my lips moving against his. I let go of one of his wrists, grabbing onto his throat and squeezing. I add the amount of pressure he likes. It’s a firm grip, but it’s not so tight that he’ll pass out.

With his free hand, Oliver fumbles with my pants, trying to undo them. “Fuck, why is this button being so goddamned—there! Finally.” He yanks down my zipper before reaching into my boxers and grabbing my dick.

Groaning, I thrust into his palm. Having him on top of me had me so hard I was almost grinding into the mattress. But the feeling of his fingers wrapped around my cock makes it worth the wait. Still, it’s not enough.

I lean down to kiss him again, and he meets my movements with unrestrained enthusiasm.

More. I need more.

With a grunt, I yank myself off of Oliver. He lets out a disappointed whine, but I’m already tearing his shirt over his head. Then I kiss him again, like I can’t fucking stop myself. Because I can’t.

He pulls away. “If you’re not inside of me in the next five minutes, I’m going to get Ell to fuck me.”

“Like hell you will,” I growl.

“Watch me,” Oliver says indignantly as he starts to move to the edge of the bed.

I let him go for a second because I know what he wants, and goddammit, I want it too. But before he’s even off the mattress, I grab the waistband of his pants and jerk him back.

“Who said I wouldn’t?”

Oliver snickers.

“But I’m a selfish bastard, O, and I want you to myself first.”

“Then fuck me already, you tease.”

“With pleasure,” I say, my tone conveying my unspoken words: don’t expect me to be gentle.

I yank Oliver’s pants and boxers off in one go. Then I haul him up so he’s on his hands and knees. “One second.”

I rifle through my bag, looking for some lube. Once I find it, I crawl onto the bed behind Oliver, spreading his cheeks and squirting some of the lube onto my fingers. When I brush one over his asshole, he jumps.

“Cold,” he complains.

“You’re fine,” I chide.

I take my time prepping Oliver, making sure he’s nice and ready. Besides, I like making him wait. He’s fun to tease.

After lubing up my cock, I rub it against his hole. He groans in frustration, trying to push back against me, but I smack his ass.