“But I’m not the one driving fast cars,” he mutters, wrapping his hands around my waist and bringing me closer to him. His clothes get soaked, but he doesn’t care.
“Let me help you relax.” I undo his jeans and undress him quickly. Falling on my knees before him, I work his length with a firm hand, letting him grow under the swirl of my tongue.
“Fuck,” he says, his jaw clenched while I continue working. I haven’t done this for a while, but it’s not something you forget how to do. I want Oliver to lose control, to stop wanting to be on top of everything, and to let himself go.
“I don’t let women do that to me, usually.” I’m not surprised. The guy thirsts for giving orgasms but barely lets himself lose it. He comes and then gets cleaned up right away.
Shoving in deep, he taps the back of my throat while I twist my hand around his dick, pumping him with all I have.
“Tessa, stop,” he tries, but he’s already too far gone to stop me. His head falls back, and when I bring my hand to his balls and gently squeeze them, he grunts.
“Tessa, I’m not going to last long,” he says with urgency in his voice. And in a way, thank God because if I want him to lose it, my knees hurt with the hardness of the bathroom floor, and my jaw gets tired sucking on him.
I twist faster, lubing him more with my mouth, and my tongue cradled to receive his cum. And when he comes, I feel him losing the little constraint he still had about us. As if I’ve broken the last string tying him to Elaine.
Swallowing, I stand and embrace him. Knowing he needs me to get through whatever feelings are emerging. To my surprise, his hands lift me up to his waist. I wrap my legs around him and let him kiss me.
It’s a kiss full of passion and as crazy as it sounds, with no heartache.
Every kiss we shared before seemed a little forced and a little complicated, but with that kiss, he abandons himself to me. And so to do the same, I ask him the last thing we need to share. The one thing I said no to before because only King had ever gone down on me.
“I want you to fuck me with your tongue,” I murmur against his lips. Impetuously, he bites my lips and walks me to my living room. Setting me on the sofa, he widens my legs and settles his face mere inches from my pussy. Without a word or a warning, his tongue brushes me, making me fly right away.
“Oh, fuck!” I moan. I feel him chuckling against me while his tongue peeks out again and plays with my clit. Slowly as if I was touched for the first time, my apprehension leaves me with each whirl of his tongue.
“Oliver, shit!”
He doesn’t listen and takes me between his teeth. He nibbles gently until my legs shake, never stopping, never changing the rhythm, never letting my nub go. Fast, with hunger, he literally eats me out alternating between licking the ice cream and devouring the cone, and I melt from head to toes.
When he takes my clit between his lips and dives two fingers inside of me, I rise above the clouds and fall in ecstasy, contracting around his hand that is pumping me hard. Biting my clit, he rides my orgasm with his mouth until I can’t take it anymore and squirm out of reach. Oliver lets me go and climbs above me, his dick nestling against my entrance but not pushing in. Bringing his lips to mine, I lick myself from him in a desperate moan for more. He shakes his head and kisses my nose, sweetly, beautifully and I hope, lovingly.
“Hi,” he says with a smile.
“Hi,” I answer, butterflies swarming my chest.
“I’m sorry I didn’t answer. I went to see Elaine’s parents and told them about her death. I was so tired, I fell asleep on their sofa for a little while and missed your call. Then I freaked.”
My hand caresses his face. “It’s okay. I was just frustrated not able to find anything about my parents and Andre online and wanted to know what you found.” I kiss him gently and shiver, the heat of the orgasm slowly leaving me.
“Why don’t you get dressed while I fix us some dinner, and then we can discuss a little more what I found. We didn’t have much time to talk about it?” Pecking him hard, I slide from underneath him and run to my bedroom to get dressed. Overthinking what to wear, I take my time going through everything I own. I set my mind on a pair of leggings and look everywhere for a comfortable top. On the chair in the corner, King’s T-shirt reminds me of his existence. But my heart doesn’t squeeze like it used to.
Taking the old piece of clothing, I fold it and put it away in the back of my closet, the same way King is now in the back of my mind at times.
Finding a T-shirt from grad school, I put it on and go back to my living room only to find it empty. My heart breaks but I can’t say I’m surprised that Oliver has disappeared again, leaving me as confused as the first time as we had sex.
Chapter Twenty-Four
OLIVER
The click of a gun behind me reminds me how much I fucked up.
I acted harshly, ran when I heard suspicious noises, didn’t think of the precautions I should take, or how I was trained to perform while facing danger.
I know what I should have done, I know how I should have reacted, but I didn’t.
Without a second thought, I went toward the suspicious sound of locks being picked and loud whispers and got hit in the temple faster than I can make a
