25. Twenty-five

Twenty-five

Ollie

T he moment Bo got on his hands and knees for me, all my doubts evaporated.

"Ollie, please," he begged, as if I'd needed any more encouragement and wasn't bloody desperate to be in him.

"Kneel on the bed for me, darling."

I dropped my trousers and took off the thin jumper until I stood there in only my boxer-briefs, with my cock tenting the soft jersey fabric and drenching a spot in my precum.

It rubbed over my cockhead with every tiny movement, making me even hornier. Grabbing the lube from the bedside table was so familiar by now I could have cried with happiness. The slide of the drawer made Bo shiver with anticipation.

Fuck yes. My beautiful man.

I prepared him, slowly, perhaps a little teasingly for me, loving every second of the enormous man trembling under my touch, of his hands fisting the sheets, his strong back arching to give me better access to his hole.

I had felt a little apprehensive when he'd suggested it, but bloody hell .

The moment I took off my underwear, I was one hundred percent there with him, prepared to give him whatever he needed from me.

"You are glorious, Bo," I whispered, and I leaned in to press a kiss to the small of his back. "I should call you my glory Troll."

He snorted, the sound morphing into a soft snarling growl when I rubbed my lubed cock up and down his crack, teasing his slick hole.

Then I slipped inside. Barely an inch to give him time to adjust.

The broad expanse of shaded green skin on his back stretched out before me, and I'd realised after a minute that I couldn't watch my cock tunnelling between the hard globes of his ass, or I would come way too soon.

"Please never leave me, ?lskling," he moaned, throwing his head back and giving his cock a slow, tantalising upward stroke. Sweat soaked his dark blonde hair, sticking it to his glistening body.

Gripping them, I pulled him up, hissing when his ass tightened around me.

"Oh Gods, Ollie. That angle, that's—" He broke off, cupping a pec and rolling his nipple between thumb and forefinger.

I had no more words, fucking him in deep, hard strokes like my life depended on it.

"Kiss me, please," Bo moaned, his head coming around, blindly searching for my mouth. With more self-control than I ever knew I had, I guided his lips on mine, thrusting my tongue inside to taste him. A low whine sounded in his throat and I looked down just in time to see him come all over his fingers, way too much to be contained.

Abandoning the kiss, I gripped his hand and brought it up to mine, sucking his cum-covered fingers into my mouth.

"? gud," he whimpered, drawing out the words as I tightened my grip on his hair and came with one last deep thrust, the sound of skin slapping on skin an accelerant for my orgasm. If my brain had been in any conscious state, his feverish groan might have terrified me, but all it did was make me feel like the fucking king of the universe.

Like a falling tree, he sank on the bed, landing in the puddle of cum, but seemingly not giving two shits about it.

Timber!

Barely keeping myself from collapsing on top of him, I pulled out and flung my body next to his, throwing an arm over his back, a leg over his thigh and plastering my limp dick to his hip.

With the greatest effort, it seemed, Bo threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled me close so he could kiss me.

"Thank you, mitt hj?rta." My heart. Yes, yes, I am, and you are mine.

"Thank you , my love," I whispered back, bumping my nose to his to get him to open his eyes and look at me. Bo did, heavy lids fluttering open, the mossy eyes clouded with post-orgasmic bliss. "God, Bo," I huffed, urging my hips against his side, "you are so bloody gorgeous, it's really not fair."

A slow smile lifted a corner of his mouth, exposing a fang and that to-die-for dimple. "I feel the same way when I look at you, ?lskling." His hand skimmed down my back, palming my ass and giving it a hearty squeeze. "I wish your time here would never end. The idea of waking up without you next to me is the worst."

He had whispered the last words, all cockiness gone from his face.

"Yeah," I breathed, not knowing what to say or what I wanted. We were both stuck in our situations. Just a few months ago, Bo had signed a five-year extension with the Pumas, and I needed to be on site for my job.

An idea had been hovering around my head for the past few weeks, but I hadn't had the guts to discuss it with Fitz yet. Or with Bo.

Is being naked and covered in sweat and cum the right time?

"Bo…there is something I want to ask you."

"Yes?"

"If I were to…to move to Bavaria, I mean, hypothetically speaking, of course… Would you even want me here with you?"

He stopped stroking my ass, eyes boring into mine. "Are you seriously asking me this?"

"Yeah, I don't want to assume—"

Bo brought our foreheads together, gently booping my nose with his.

"I thought it was blindingly obvious that I love you. I want to be with you, Oliver Bright. Tell me you move in today and I'll be the happiest man on earth."

For a long moment, I got lost in his eyes, unable to find words to say.

"I can't. Not yet. But…"

"Maybe soon," he murmured, a sad smile on his face as he leaned in and kissed me gently.

He doesn't believe me .

"Soon," I affirmed, hoping he would hear that I was serious.