Ollie was there. Standing beside the door. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his lips crushed into a sharp line. The light glinted on his glasses, making it hard to see his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I told him. "What I did was completely inappropriate. You must think I'm disgusting."
"Disgusting?" He pushed away from the wall, coming closer, so close the natural, masculine scent of him surrounded me. "You are so fucking beautiful, Mara. And the look on your face when you come... It's incredible."
Oh no, no, no. He had seen me and known what I was doing.
"I've never done anything like that before," I said, edging sideways to get a little distance from him. His proximity was making me horny again. That and the hungry look on his face. "I mean, I've done that before. Everybody has, right? But doing it in a public place and getting caught..." I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. "That's so not me."
A shuffling sound made me open my eyes.
Ollie advanced on me, forcing me to back up to the wall. His hands landed on the wall at either side of me, penning me there. "Nothing wrong with getting off the solo way. I do it too. But you weren't in a public place. This is a naturist resort. Everybody gets naked around here, except you."
"But I was... you know... where anyone could catch me." I wriggled against the wall, getting warmer and wetter down below, more and more every second that he stayed so close. "Ruth said she'd tell everyone to stay away from the exercise room, but still, I should've known better than to do...that."
"I didn't get the memo. Haven't seen Ruth this morning." He leaned in, bending his arms, bringing his face within an inch of mine. "Wish I could say I regret what just happened, but I can't. I loved seeing your body, all wet and slippery, and seeing that look on your face when you came. I want to be the one to make you look like that next time."
"But you were horrified when I kissed you."
"No, not horrified. Surprised. And you'd been so upset about all the naked people, I didn't want to take advantage of you." He grazed his lips over mine, making me suck in a sharp breath. "You're not freaked out anymore, and I want to kiss you."
"I want that too."
And God, did I want it. His lips. On mine. Yes, please, yes.
Ollie groaned, the sound resonating with hunger, and claimed my mouth. His warm lips pressed hard against mine, demanding a response, and I couldn't resist letting him in, loving the silken glide of his tongue on mine and the way he thrust it deeper, over and over, pumping it with movements similar to how he might thrust his cock into me. The rhythm of it drove me wild with need, and my nipples hardened. I flung my arms around his neck, plunging my tongue into his mouth, moaning at the taste of him and the feel of my nipples rubbing against his firm chest.
He pinned me to the wall with his entire body, bending his head to keep our lips locked. The swollen length of him pressed into my belly.
I hooked my leg around his, all but begging him to take me right here, right now. Never in my life had I wanted a man this much, and for once, I felt no shame about wanting all the dirty things that my mind conjured up for me.
He pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, though his body stayed plastered to mine. "That's how much I want you. Get it?"
Speechless, I could do nothing more than nod once.
"Good." He backed away, the bulge in his pants like a flashing neon sign announcing how turned on he was. "The next time I see you naked, I'll be the reason you get that look on your face. I'll be the one making you come."
He hurried off down the hall and up the stairs.
The next time? I wanted that to happen right now.
But being me, I couldn't summon the courage to run after Ollie and tell him that.
Chapter Eight
Ollie
Naked Mara. Fuck me. She was beautiful and so damn desirable I wanted to jump in that jacuzzi and show her a much better way to get off. Instead, I kissed her and left. What kind of moron was I? Sure, my record with women wasn't exactly the stuff of legends---unless those legends centered on a loser who couldn't keep a girlfriend for more than six months. They all kicked me to the curb eventually, for a hotter guy who didn't wear glasses or work as a computer systems engineer.
These days, I was the assistant manager of a naturist resort. Didn't that make me cooler now? More attractive to girls?
Nope. Not one bit.
My last girlfriend, Heidi, had gone back to her ex to "give it one more try, just to be sure." I'd wanted to ask her why she'd dumped him in the first place if she wasn't sure about it. And why she'd hooked up with me before she made double sure. Christ, we hadn't even slept together, that's how brief our so-called relationship had been. I'd been the rebound guy, for probably the tenth time, the guy who cheered girls up after their dickwad exes broke their hearts. Once they felt better about themselves, they cut me loose. And how many times had I cringed while a girl gave me the heave-ho by saying I was like her gay best friend?
I guess they thought that was a compliment, but it sounded like an insult to both me and all the actual gay guys out there.
Behold the legend of the loser geek, see him on display at the Museum of Loser Geekdom. Buy your tickets today for half price.
At least I wouldn't have to
