Page 28 of Undying Resilience
Oliver grunts. “I was hoping that since you have Wren to tease now, you wouldn’t need to do it so much to me.”
I grin at him as I yank his pants down. “Quite the opposite. Now I get to do it twice as much.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Oh, is that what we’re doing? Pretending we don’t like things we actually love?” I stand, smiling slyly.
He starts to respond, but I pick him up and throw him onto the bed before he can. With a laugh, he props himself up on his elbows.
“Get up against the headboard,” I say.
He obeys, settling against the pillows. I have him spread out his arms so I can tie his wrists to the headboard, double-checking that the ropes aren’t too tight as I do.
“I love having you like this,” I murmur, sitting back and looking at him. “I can do whatever I want to you, and you just have to take it.”
He whines, and it pulls a smirk from me. I take his dick in my hand, stroking lightly. Too lightly. But the glare Oliver gives me is half-hearted at best. He knows I’ll make it good for him. Always do.
After a minute, he starts squirming and letting out desperate noises. “Ell, please. I need you.”
Moving closer, I guide my dick so it’s lined up with his, taking both of them in my hand. Oliver groans as I stroke up and down. After a second, I squirt on some lube so everything slides nice and easy, and then I get back into position.
“Christ,” Oliver groans. His eyes are closed, and he’s resting his head against the headboard. Everything about him is... fucking perfect. His skin, his hair, the lines and edges and curves of his body. Completely, utterly perfect. And all mine.
“I love you.”
It takes me a second to realize the words come from my mouth. I’m supposed to be teasing Oliver right now. Saying the right things that heighten the experience for both of us, not getting all sappy. But when the feelings hit, I can’t really stop them. And having Oliver tied up is one of the greatest reminders that he trusts me fully.
It’s important to me—knowing they all trust me. It’s one of the things that should automatically come with loving someone, but I know from firsthand experience that’s not always the case. And fuck, it’s painful as hell.
Oliver opens his eyes slowly. His eyebrows furrow in a look of cautious worry.
Fuck. I completely ruined the moment. Goddammit.
“I love you too, Ell.” He says it gently. Carefully, like I’m on the verge of tears. Shit, maybe I am.
I blow out a breath. “I’m sorry. I—”
Oliver raises an eyebrow in a challenge, making me stop. “You’re sorry you love me?”
“Fuck. No, I didn’t mean it like that. O, of course—”
He’s smiling. “Shut up and kiss me, Ell.”
I do, fitting my mouth to his. Now I’m the desperate one. All of these thoughts and feelings came out of nowhere, and I just want to get back to making Oliver feel good.
“You could never be sorry for loving me,” he teases once I pull away. “I’m too cute. Wren says so.”
That makes me smile. Oliver has always been the one who’s able to lighten my mood with a few sentences.
He thrusts into my hand, his dick rubbing against mine in a way that makes us both groan. I move my hand up, squeezing lightly when I reach the tip of our cocks before making my way back down.
“Fuck.” I kiss Oliver again. It’s sloppy and unfocused because the sensations are too fucking good, but he eats it up anyway.
I set an even pace with my hand, absorbing Oliver’s moans with my lips against his. I slide my tongue into his mouth, meeting his gently.
“So good, Ell,” he pants.
Every noise that comes out of his mouth drives me closer to finishing. My phone goes off, but the sound barely registers in my mind.