14. Fourteen

Fourteen

Bo

O llie was even more gorgeous than I remembered. So warm and sweet.

Moving us over to his bed, I sat down, enjoying the feeling of him pressing down on my dick.

If nothing else happened tonight, I'd be the luckiest Troll in the forest.

"Can we relax for a bit?" he spoke into a brief pause of our kiss and I stopped immediately. " No ," he whined.

Opening my eyes at him, I saw the cutest little pout on his lips. "I meant relaxing on the bed, not stopping." His furious blush dousing his face in a deep, beetroot red was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"Let's relax, then." I grinned, trying to make the word sound as dirty as possible.

Yes, I wanted to relax my fingers around his cock, relax his ass with my tongue. Anything he was okay with.

Ollie struggled off my lap, not meeting my eyes, and tore at his jeans buttons.

"Hey." Gently taking hold of his wrists, I stopped him from undressing further. "We don't have to do anything else, okay? Whatever you're comfortable with tonight is perfect." I raised his hands and kissed his palms softly.

I guessed his head was in the way. In the forest where nobody might hear us, he had been free to let himself go.

"Okay," he repeated, touching his fingertips to my cheek. "I like you so much," he breathed.

"So do I," I whispered back, rubbing my nose over his palm, desperate to douse him in my scent.

"Lie down on the bed."

I did as he asked, a low rumbling growl of pleasure sounding in my chest when he climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply.

The kiss turned scorching within seconds, despite me assuring him nothing had to happen. But by the Gods. He was rutting into me, rubbing his cock up and down my length, and I couldn't stop my hands from gripping his ass and grinding him down on me.

More friction. That's it.

"Take my trousers off," he groaned into my mouth and raised himself up into a sitting position, straddling my hips the way he had when he let me inside his body.

Slowly feathering my fingertips down his chest, I took my time undressing him. My hands ghosted over his bulge, making him moan with pleasure. Then I popped the buttons on his jeans, pulling him down on my chest to take them off.

"Everything," he gasped, and I took hold of his boxers, too.

When he sat up once more, buck naked this time, his dick half hard with nerves, I guessed, I held him by the hips and stared. I'd never exactly fucked around, but at twenty-eight had had my fair share of partners. Never had anyone taken my breath away, never had they made me want to thank Lord Thor for my good fortune, or worship at their altar for all eternity.

‘The mate bond is as old as the Troll kind themselves, Bo August, ' I heard my grandmother's voice in my head. As old as Ask and Embla.

I didn't realise him deflating under my scrutiny until I somehow came back to my senses.

I should get up, get back to my room, and stay as far away as possible from him until we left. But I knew it was already too late. Had known out in the woods, perhaps even in Port Cillean.

The magic has begun its work.

"You are stunning, ?lskling," I whispered, touching every bit of naked skin I could reach except for his dick.

His skin flushed under my hands, and I watched him harden with every brush of my fingers. Ollie's hands dug hard into his thighs. I loosened their grip, kissing his fingertips.

"Show me how you please yourself," I breathed into his skin. When sceptical eyes met mine, I grinned up at him.

"Don't worry, I won't just be watching you." Taking hold of his hips, I easily lifted him up.

It was his turn to gape at my face between his thighs. "Are you serious?" he huffed, but fisted his dick anyway, giving it a slow upward stroke.

"Never been more serious in my life. Hold on to the headboard if it gets too much," I suggested before moving my body a little lower still, rubbing my nose all over his tight nuts.

"Oh fuck," he cursed, jerking his dick slowly, dragging his foreskin over his tip a little with every stroke and I watched hypnotised as he spread the first beads of precum over his slit with his thumb.

"That's it, mitt hj?rta. Stroke yourself for me. What a beautiful sight you are." I hummed, then took a firm hold of his ass, spreading his cheeks to give me access. Ollie groaned, one hand flying out to grip the headboard when I tongued his hole.

He was tense, shaking, if with nerves or from the unusual feeling, I didn't know.

Humming into his skin, I redoubled my efforts, trying to help him enjoy it.

"Oh my God," he groaned, sounding more desperate with every slide of my ridged tongue over his tight ass. My mating hormones flooded his bloodstream, and had done so from our first kiss. My body recognised him immediately.

My mate.

He moaned my name, moving his hips timidly.

"Gods, yes," I growled, briefly coming up for air. "Ride my mouth, Oliver. Fuck your ass on my tongue. Come on my face. Whatever you need, I want it."

His reserve faltered. He ground down on me, forcing my tongue deeper into his body. Tiny mewling sobbing breaths filled the air around us, and then he threw his head back. His hand sped up, focusing on his tip before he doubled over and came all over his fingers, and my cheeks

"Bloody hell," Ollie intoned as I spread him even wider and dove back in, licking his tight asshole as if my life depended on it. Fuck me if it didn't feel like it was the truth.

Moaning into his body and spearing my tongue into him as far as possible, my hips bucked, and I came hand-free mere minutes after he had.

He turned around to look at the mess on my abs, putting his entire weight on my face and nearly suffocating me.

I fucking loved it. This had to be the best way to go.

Ollie hastily scrambled off when he realised I couldn't breathe and curled up at my side.

"Wow," he breathed, pressing a kiss on my right pec, before nuzzling his face into the muscle. His happy little grumbling noises almost made my heart explode with joy.

"We need a shower," he told me as he dragged his index through the cum splashes on my stomach.

"Says who?"

"Says the man who just wanked on your face." He cringed, before giggling. "Gosh, I loved that."

"Mmm, me too, min k?ra. That was the best view." I felt myself harden again at the thought and noticed Ollie looking down my body at my thickening length.

Without speaking, he hopped up and collected his discarded shirt.

"Use that to clean up, darling," he told me in a husky voice before pulling a bottle of lube from the drawer of his bedside table.

I swallowed and hastily wiped my face and stomach as clean as possible.

"I want you in me, Bo," he whispered as he climbed back up the bed and unceremoniously straddled my hips.

With a sigh, I raised my body up to kiss him, unable to resist him for even a moment.

"I'm still amazed by your core strength," he giggled into the kiss, before realising that I had picked up the lube.

The air in the room seemed to thicken and my beautiful human gasped when I flipped the bottle open.

"Let me do this for you." I kissed his cheek, waiting for his approval, before bringing him down on my chest. He fit so perfectly on my body that his face snuggled in the ridge between my pecs and his mop of soft brown hair tucked under my chin.

Ollie hissed when I squeezed some of the lube straight on his round ass, already hoping I would get to see it jiggle again as I pounded—

Gods! My cock twitched violently against his, making us both groan and grip each other tighter.

The beautiful man on my chest exhaled a shaky breath when I dragged my index through the lube, spreading it on his skin. His little gasp at my fingertip entering him had me say a silent prayer to the Gods.

My mate. I'd never heard a more beautiful sound. Please let him feel the same about me.

"I can't wait to be in you, ?lskling," I growled, my Trollish nature lurking right under the surface of my mind like a shark ready to strike. I needed Ollie like the air I breathed.

"Me neither," he whined, rasping his scruff over my hairy pec. Considering how strongly I reacted to him, he might as well have a gland producing mating hormones. It was what my body interpreted his gesture as.

"Gods, Ollie, do that again, and I'll forget myself."

"What?" he asked, and fuck me if I didn't hear a sly undertone in his voice. "This?"