9. Nine

Nine

Ollie

T he first text arrived not even three hours after I had last seen him.

Bo: *slides into your inbox*

Bo: you gave me permission, I hope you meant it

Bo: or I am making a fool of myself right now

Ollie: I meant it!

Bo: I already miss you

Ollie: yes, me too

Bo: Kissing you today was amazing

Ollie: It was…

Bo: I feel stupid for wanting to tell you I can't stop thinking about you

Bo: no, not stupid. That's the wrong word

Bo: clingy? Is that a word?

Ollie: it is, but you are not clingy

Ollie: nor stupid

Ollie: I can't stop thinking about you either

Bloody hell, I was glad nobody saw me give my phone a dopey grin.

Bo: I want to…

I waited for a few minutes, but no further messages arrived.

Ollie: Yes?

Ollie: Tell me

Bo: I want to be with you, Ollie

Bo: preferably naked in a bed

I gasped into the quiet of my flat. Holy crap!

Bo: Meet me out in the grounds

Ollie: now?

Bo: Yes, do you know the clearing near the little bridge where the mushroom and the moss with the white flowers grow?

Ollie: I think so, yes

Bo: Meet me there in half an hour?

I hesitated. Being with him in Port Cillean had felt safe, but here? What if anyone saw us? But not seeing him wasn't an option. We'd spent hours together, yet it felt like I was craving the next dose of a powerful drug already.

Like an addict.

Ollie: Okay. I'll be there

He sent a heart emoji back, and I…panicked for a moment. Did I just promise to meet a Swedish hockey hunk—our guest—in the woods for…sex?

Well, I definitely wasn't opposed to getting it on with Bo Persson, but he probably just wanted to talk. Or kiss. Still…

I hastened to take my clothes off and hopped into the shower.

Nothing's going to happen, but it can't hurt to clean up. Thoroughly. Inside and out.

In fresh clothes, including one of my good pairs of boxers, I sneaked out of the side tract that housed the staff apartments. They were a little closer to the woods, thank God. It meant that I only had to cross a short distance before entering the shelter of the trees. A few mossy stone steps led down a little hill, and I followed the path next to the little burn. The water gurgled and blubbered to my left, masking my footsteps, and the frantic hammering of my pulse that felt deafening in my ears.

I had crossed the bridge when I noticed them. Fireflies blinked between the bushes, their eerie light guiding me on.

The clearing opened suddenly on my right, and I halted in my tracks, fascinated all over again. By Bo's sheer size and beauty.

"You came," he rasped, heading across the meadow over to where I stood.

"Of course," I whispered back, still mesmerised by the scene that greeted me. At least a hundred fireflies danced in the bushes, their light illuminating the clearing and the Troll before me. Bo was barefoot, in relaxed joggers and a white shirt that hugged his muscular body almost indecently.

"Ollie, I…" My eyes left the dream-like scene to find him, and understanding passed between us. His shoulders relaxed as he took the last steps, cradled my entire head in his palms, and kissed me.

I melted into the kiss, and I knew what he'd meant earlier. He felt like home. Perhaps for the first time in my life since I had realised that my parents weren't horrible people, but also not overly interested in Noah and me, I was home.

Without overthinking it or questioning myself, I slung my arms around him. Being so much smaller than Bo, I had no hopes of moving him, so I dragged myself closer to his warmth. A low rumble travelled through his chest into me, making me vibrate in the same frequency and harden against his thighs.

With an appreciative hum, his hands left my face to roam my body. Our kiss turned sloppier when Bo's huge palms came to rest on my ass.

"Mm, Ollie," he hummed, ending on a heated little growl. "I would love to come back to the idea you had earlier."

"Which idea?" Shit, my voice sounded squeaky and slightly panicked.

"You said you would enjoy me eating you."

"I did," I gasped, tilting my head to the side to give him access to my neck.

"Can I take your trousers off?"

I nodded. His hands left my ass to busy themselves with my flies, then my jeans dropped to the ground and I clambered out of them, toeing off my loafers too.

Bo sank to his knees at my feet, his palms coming to rest on my hips, throat bobbing as he raised his eyes to mine. "I want to look at you, ?lskling. Gods…" He drew a shuddering breath. "You are beautiful."

I couldn't stop myself from cupping his face, the pad of my thumb trailing his sharp cheekbone.

I gasped when Bo's fingers slipped under my thin jumper, caressing my bare skin.

"Can I take these off, too?" he asked softly, his eyes never leaving my face as he traced the waistband of my boxers. "Please," he whispered, pushing my jumper up a few inches and kissing the spot right over my navel.

"God, yes," I groaned, shaking with nerves and excitement. Damn, him asking for my consent for everything he did to me was so bloody hot.

"Thank you." Bo leaned his cheek against my stomach, watching himself take my boxers off. "Perfect," he breathed, sliding down, but stopping just shy of my cock.

"Please, Bo. The answer is yes, please just do it."

He smiled up at me before fisting my length and letting me slide into his mouth.

Bloody hell! My eyes rolled back in my head at the sheer beauty of his hot mouth around me, the weight of my hard dick resting on his tongue and Bo moaning around me. His fangs pressed against my skin when he took me to the back of his throat.

It had been too long since I got any action whatsoever. Way too long judging by how close to coming I was within under five minutes of him sucking me off and letting my head hit his throat.

"Oh shit, darling, I—" I gasped, grappling with his hair. S o close.

His hands gripped my hips, and he looked straight at me as he pulled off to tongue my slit and I just couldn't stop myself from coming. All over his tongue and chin, my cum dripping from his beard.

An out-of-body experience, that's what it was. I watched as if from afar Bo moaning and lapping at my cock, trying to get drunk on me.

"Your taste is my new obsession, Ollie." He wiped his mouth with his shirt and dragging it over his head.

This was the first time I had ever seen him half naked, and goodness me…

"That little freckle there," he murmured, rubbing his nose to my groin. "It's my favourite."

"Sorry for not giving you a warning." I gestured at my cock.

"Please don't apologise for finding your pleasure with me, Ollie." Bo's pupils were blown wide, and he gave me a star struck smile. "I told you, your taste is addictive." With a low growl, he nuzzled his face into my groin again. "As is your scent." He hummed, then gently turned me around. "Get on your knees for me."

His voice was hypnotic, and I followed his lead without hesitation.

"I found mushrooms in a clearing up ahead," Bo told me in a low voice, palms caressing my ass cheeks.

"Yes, they grow here," I muttered, distracted by his fingers giving my glutes a deep tissue massage.

"Not just any mushrooms. Wood Blewits. Do you know what they do?" He nipped my left cheek and made me jump.

"No," I groaned, shuffling my knees around.

"They will make you so hard," he breathed, his lips moving against the skin on my ass. "So horny, and they make the fucking so good."

"Okay," I whimpered, not knowing where he was going with this.

"I collected some. For you and me."

I turned around to look at him. God, he was so bloody hot and so sexy as he kneaded my ass.

"Are they dangerous?" True, I'd never taken mushrooms before, but I was technically okay with it. They are just plants, after all.

"I would never suggest anything dangerous to you, ?lskling. Your safety is the most crucial thing to me." He sucked my skin into his mouth, before nipping it again. "It just feels good. My kin loves mushrooms."

Suddenly, Bo got to his feet, pulled a few tiny shrivelled nondescript mushrooms from his pocket and pushed his slacks down to the ground.

Oh, bloody hell.

He freed his massive green cock, with ridges and a thick reddish mushroom shaped head from its fabric confinements.

Then he came up to me, prompting me to sit back on my haunches, and caressing my face for a moment.

He held one piece out to me and popped the other two into his mouth, the dark eyes fixed on mine.

"It will take a few minutes before you feel them." Bo ran his thick thumb across my bottom lip, sighing under his breath. "You are perfect, Oliver. So pretty when you look at me like that."

I held his gaze for a moment. Damn it, I was desperate to explore his body. To taste him and see how he looked when he came. He had asked me to come here, and not so he could show me the woods.

Fuck it. Let's have a closer look at his wood while we wait for the shrooms to kick in.

Raising myself up to my knees, I gripped his thick, hard cock, mapping the length of it with my fingers.

"Ollie!" he moaned, swaying like a tree in high wind for a moment before he got a grip on himself again. "What are you doing?"

"Just passing the time," I muttered, leaning forward so that my lips whispered over his sensitive head.

"I had a different plan," Bo gasped, a fish on dry land. Or a Troll desperate for a blowjob. One of the two .

"I know. You can tell me all about it when I'm done with you." The teasing glance I shot him from under my lashes was entirely unintentional, but, oh Gosh, seeing this enormous man coming undone by the mere idea of my mouth around him nearly ended me.

The best way to go, surely.

Bo moaned my name into the night, his cock twitching heavily and slapping my face.

"Oh Gods." He almost doubled over, his hands curling around my cheeks to inspect for injuries.

Fuck me sideways! It was the hottest fucking thing that ever happened to me.

Sounding like a feral animal, I deep-throated him, or tried to at least, choking on his thick head with at least an inch to go. I growled with frustration and dragged my mouth off, determined to make him fit all the way inside.

My beefy Troll whimpered my name and a string of what sounded like a prayer in Swedish into the night, his head thrown back and my face still cupped gently in his hands.

Trying to relax my throat and getting the angle right, I took him deep again.

The best boy for you, darling.

"Oh Gods, ?lskling, you will make me…come…embarrassingly…fast," he panted.

"Uh-huh." I abandoned the idea of talking in favour of burying his head in my throat again and swallowing around him. Drool dripped from my chin, making this a sloppy, messy affair.

It's so bloody hot.

My cock bucked, leaking rather profusely all over my thigh, and I hollowed my cheeks to suck him hard. He needed to come or I would blow before him.

With a little whimper that I recognised immediately, he lost what little control he had over himself and…

Oh fuckkk, yessss. His warm cum spilled all over my tongue and down my throat, some of it dribbling down my chin. It was so much.

"My God," I moaned, licking first my lips, then his glistening wet cock greedily. "You taste so fucking good, darling. Blowing you will be a regular thing from now on."

Then I realised what I was saying and felt myself flushing. "If you want that. I mean, as long as you're here."

Bo dropped heavily to the moss-covered ground, took my face in his hands, and gave me a delicious kiss. "I never want anyone else's mouth anywhere near me ever again."

With gentle hands and a sexy smile on his flushed face, Bo turned me around until I was on all fours with my ass facing him.

"And I never want my mouth on anyone but you, Ollie," he purred, pressing a lewd kiss onto my ass. Thank God I showered.

I loved HEA as much as the next smut reader. Only this was my version of it. He Eats Ass.

He huffed a little sigh and pressed his face between my ass cheeks without warning.

"Oh shit, Bo!" My body woke to his mouth, and I urged back, trying to get more of the overwhelming feeling of his beard on my skin.

It was when he ran his tongue over my hole that my brain abandoned ship. Nobody had ever rimmed me, and I'd not known what I'd missed. No fucking idea.

It was the most vulnerable, humbling, and arousing experience of my life.

He licked and teased me open, fucked me with his ridged tongue, fangs pressing into my ass cheeks. His sloppy, slurping rim job pushed me so fucking close.

I whimpered when he retreated with me, teetering on the edge of my orgasm.

"I want to come with you," Bo rasped. "In you, I brought condoms."

"No, I'm tested, and haven't been with anyone in…shit," I huffed. "Way too long. If you want, we can…"

"Way too long sounds like we need to do something about it. We're tested regularly. The Pumas are patrons for a lab that offers free STI testing. And I haven't been with anyone in way too long either," he rambled, then chuckled, before gently squeezing my ass. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. I don't want to disappoint you."

"There's no fucking scenario in which you could."

"Oh, ?lskling," he sighed. "Thank you for being you."

Before I could ask him what he meant, Bo got up to his knees. "I brought lube as well." He opened the bottle he had produced from wherever and squeezed some of it out onto his hands, I guessed, when no icy blob landed on me. Arden had always done that and I'd hated it.

I felt him lube himself up, then he got some more and after a moment, his strong fingers spread it all up and down my crack. He slipped a fingertip inside my hole, then added another. When he pulled out, I took a deep, steadying breath, not knowing what to expect. Would this monster dick hurt?

"Try to stay soft for me. I know you can take it," he murmured, kneading my glutes and then notching his cock at my hole. "You were made to take me, Ollie."