13. Thirteen

Thirteen

Ollie

B o went straight for my mouth, a blazing look in his eyes. Holding my entire head in his dustbin lid sized hands, he pressed his lips on mine for a deep kiss.

Anticipation made me shiver. I had been intimate with people before Bo, but he roused my body to his in a way nobody else before him had.

"I wanted to do this from the minute I saw you tonight," he murmured as he trailed more tiny kisses over my cheeks, my chin and my nose.

"Me, too." It was the truth.

"Show me where your bedroom is." Bo skimmed his hand down my arm, interlacing his broad fingers with mine.

I quickly shut the door, then turned and led the way. He closed the bedroom door behind us, checked that the curtains were drawn before plundering my mouth again.

A lewd sound escaped me when he gripped my ass and dragged me up his body.

He was rock hard, pressing between my legs and sliding against my dick.

"I want to see you, Oliver," he whispered in my ear among more tingling pecks on my skin.

"Yes," I said stupidly, unable to think straight when he was so close and with my body and brain only just catching up.

He smelled of the forest, a sweet, earthy scent hidden under his manly aftershave.

And he felt huge and strong, new and exciting, yet already so familiar under my fingers. Corded muscles twisting and turning with every tiny movement.

A work of art, that's what he is.

Warm hands slipped under my jumper, exploring my skin, and raising goosebumps in their wake. Then he pulled it up over my head, bending to kiss my shoulder and working his way across my collarbone to the hollow of my throat.

Cause of death: cuteness overload.

"You are beautiful," Bo sighed, hugging me closer, stroking my back with firm pressure, lighting my nerve endings on fire.

Beautiful? I wasn't exactly slender and delicate, but compared to him, I probably counted as a twink.

Maybe he's into that?

Keeping a hold on me with one hand, Bo fought out of his hoodie.

His masterpiece of a chest awaited me. Bulging muscles, dips, and deep valleys, a fuzzing of coarse blond hair on his pecs and dark green nipples on miles of skin, speckled, so it looked like the sun shining through a canopy of trees in the forest.

"If you think I'm beautiful, I'll have to create a new word for how absolutely gorgeous you are," I whispered reverently, sliding my palms down his pecs. I'd never get used to or tired of just how breathtaking he was.

"I'm just a green mountain of muscle." He shrugged as if to say ‘big deal' .

"You are so…" He paused as if to search for the right word. "I need more words for you, too, ?lskling." Chuckling, he cupped the back of my neck to bring my mouth back on his.

God, that man can kiss.

Toes curling, I wrapped myself around him and let him devour me.