9. Liam

Liam

Chapter nine

Going to bed.

I’d been hoping Ollie meant that as innuendo, but as we walked to my room and he was making no moves to heave me onto the bed and fuck me senseless, it registered that he actually meant it. If anything, this route was worse. A quick screw and I could assume he was exploring curiosities with me, getting whatever he needed out of his system after the divorce.

However, sleeping with him tangled me up in more emotions than I could handle.

My fragile heart couldn’t take it, but I also knew if I turned this down now, I’d regret it for the rest of my days. Better to experience a single night with Ollie than spend a lifetime wondering.

I stepped into my bedroom, aware of the bear of a man behind me, his presence so intoxicating I wanted to bask in it. Tonight, I wore a pair of lacy red panties, and the idea of stripping to them sent a shiver down my spine while giving me a semi. Ollie reached past me to flick the lights on, and before we even made it a few paces into the room, he’d already tugged at his shirt to start making himself comfortable.

The door shut behind him, and I gawked as his shirt hit the ground, and he attacked his pants next. I’d always kept my gazes furtive, glances stolen, and even the morning we woke up in bed together half-naked, I’d tried to look away from getting an eyeful because I hadn’t wanted to make him uncomfortable, but now I openly stared.

Ollie had always stolen my attention—big, brawny, burly—but shirtless, just unf. Fuzz covered his chest, and tattoos threaded up his thick arms and ended around his deltoids. Some I’d been there when he’d gotten them, like the twining tree with his favorite types of birds up one arm. Others he’d done while I was gone, like the raven tattoo on his pecs most of his family had done at Rory’s studio, Alchemy Ink.

He undid the button and pulled the zipper down in record time, and unlike in the forest when everything had been happening too fast to process, now I soaked in the sight. Ollie’s work pants dropped to the ground, revealing the proud, thick cock I’d had in my mouth and those massive thighs, also heavily furred. Fuck, this guy was so hot naked I couldn’t stand it, and the fact that he was hard hadn’t escaped my attention.

Would begging be out of the question? I wanted that beast buried in my ass so badly I could scream.

Who knew what tomorrow would bring? Ollie hadn’t freaked out about his first experience with a guy, but I’d been there before with straight guys, and a hint of unease hovered in the background as I waited for the other shoe to drop.

Ollie stood completely naked in my room now. Dry didn’t begin to describe the state of my throat because I was so damn thirsty.

Ollie swept past me and plunked down into the bed, which meant I should follow him, not just stare at him. I yanked at the back of my T-shirt, pulled it over my head, and tossed it away, not caring where it landed. Next, I brought my hands to the waistband of my pants. Ollie ate me up with his gaze, the hunger in those dark brown eyes setting me on fire.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now,” Ollie said, and that challenge pushed me over the edge. I shucked my pants off, but before I could strip out of my panties, he let out a low groan. “Keep them,” he said, his voice hoarse.

My heart thudded hard as I made my way over to the bed, where Ollie lounged like he owned it, his cock hard as steel. Just like my erection was straining the fabric of my panties. The skimpy pair had seemed like a good idea this morning, but little had I known I’d be modeling them for my best friend tonight.

When I lowered onto the bed next to Ollie, I was careful to leave room as if at any moment the spell would break and Ollie would have a gay freak-out and bolt.

However, before I could settle myself against the pillow, Ollie got all up in my space, wrapping his arms around my waist and dragging my body against his. Fuuuuck. I collided with the warm wall of him, chest hair, heat, and hard muscle.

“You were taking too long.” Ollie squeezed my torso tight while we spooned on the bed. My back nestled against his front, his prominent erection nudging my ass. I resisted the urge to buck back and grind against it, even though the need to have him buried inside me rose higher and higher with every passing second.

“Are you planning on smothering me in my sleep?” I muttered, as if I wasn’t fucking thrilled by the prospect.

“Excuse me. We just made out and had sex in the woods, so you’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m not going to cuddle the fuck out of you,” Ollie said, brushing an idle kiss along my neck. His movements were so casual, so relaxed, as if he’d been bi his whole life and we’d been together for years.

Not freshly divorced and previously straight.

I didn’t want to break this spell by questioning where his head was at, though. Right now, I basked in his attention I’d craved for well over a decade, and if tonight was all I got, I’d soak in every second. The fact that he acted like his same old affectionate self made my chest tight with the countless yearnings I’d clutched to for too many years.

The hazy light of the room wasn’t making it easier to settle in to sleep, but I also wasn’t tired in the slightest. With the way Ollie cozied up behind me, my entire body sparked like a live wire. He relaxed his hold on me, his hand drifting to my hip. He ran his fingertips along the waistband of my panties, and my cock dripped with pre-cum. A full-body shiver racked through me, one I couldn’t hide with how we lay pressed together.

His erection slid between my cheeks, only the lace back of the panties keeping us apart—except I could still feel the velvet heat of him, and it was making me delirious with need. I swallowed hard. Would begging to get fucked be a step too far?

“These are so goddamn sexy,” he murmured, sliding his fingers back and forth across the waistband. His cock throbbed against my skin, and I whimpered. There was no way I could sleep tonight. “You like that?” he continued in his gravel and silk tone. He shifted behind me, his erection rubbing against the lace as he moaned. “Sorry.” His hot breath puffed against the back of my neck.

“No apologies,” I said, reaching down and palming my cock, which threatened to tear through the flimsy satin front. “You could do a hell of a lot more.”

He swallowed with an audible click, but I didn’t dare to look behind me. Otherwise, I would lose my mind and rub myself against him until he fucked me.

“What do you like?” he asked, sliding a callused finger past the hem of my panties. “Would you want to fuck me? Would you want to get fucked?”

My mouth went dry at those words, and a light laugh escaped me. “In case it wasn’t clear, I’m such a cockslut I’d take your dick any day of the week.”

“Goddamn.” Ollie pressed another kiss along my neck, this one close to the juncture by my ear. “That sounds hot as hell. Want me to bury my cock inside you?”

“Mmph.” I was unable to form words with the way my brain exploded with this information. I’d figured blowing him wouldn’t be that much of a shock to the system, safer territory, since he was newly bi, but here was Ollie offering to fuck or be fucked.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, mirth in his tone.

“Oh god, yes.” I moaned, grinding against his thick cock. The idea of having him sinking deep inside me, of our bodies connecting in a way I’d only ever fantasized about was such a dream. I’d expected some trepidation, considering Ollie had never been with a guy before, but instead, he slipped his fingers past the waistband of my panties and wrapped his palm around my cock.

“Ungh.” Pleasure jolted through my body at the simple touch.

“That’s sexy as fuck.” He licked a stripe up the back of my neck as he ran his hand up and down my erection. I was leaking pre-cum like crazy, delirious with need. Ollie’s scent, all metal and sweat and patchouli, blanketed me, and I sucked in a lungful, addicted to his scent.

“Please,” I said, not giving a fuck if I sounded desperate. My breath came out choppy as he ground his thick cock against my lace-covered cheeks, and if he didn’t get inside me in the next few seconds, I was going to combust.

Ollie pumped my cock lazily and moved his other hand up my chest until he brushed his thumb against my nipple. I choked on a breath as the sinful burst of pleasure radiated through me. I loved having my nipples played with, though not as much as I loved having a cock in my ass or my mouth. Something about it let me turn my brain off, let me completely surrender.

Ollie strummed his thumb back and forth over my nipple with one hand while slowly jacking me off with his other. He played me with a confidence I’d suspected he would have in spades, and it turned out my fantasies of him were just as good as the reality. The sensations overwhelmed me, my mind was spinning out of control, and the pleasure overrode my senses until I was humping against his cock in sheer desperation. My throat tightened at the idea of coming without getting the chance to have him inside me.

“I need your cock, baby,” I said. Before I could even think about the term of endearment that had slipped out, Ollie removed his hands and pulled away from me, the loss of all his furnace heat a shock. A second later, he was pushing down my panties to my thighs and sitting upright with a creak.

“Condoms?” he asked. “Lube?”

“They’re in the top drawer of my nightstand.” I glanced back at him, and I was unprepared for the one-two punch of lust the sight delivered. He pushed up onto his knees, his thick, delicious cock jutting out, and the shadows of the room highlighted the cords of his neck, the dips of his barrel chest covered in fur. His dark eyes were seductive, and I melted under his searing stare. Despite the newness of seeing him regard me with that lust, something comforting existed amid the rising thrill because this was Ollie, my Ollie.

I’d been in love with him for years, and no matter what happened after tonight, I’d continue to be there for him. Because he’d always been my person.

Ollie grabbed the lube and condoms from the drawer and tossed them onto the bed.

“I can prep myself,” I said, not sure where Ollie’s head was at with everything we were doing tonight.

“Hell no, though we’re keeping the panties on. You have no idea how hot you look with them stretched around your thighs. Do you think this is the first time I’ve had anal before? Hands and knees.”

I wrinkled my nose, not wanting to imagine how he’d fucked Josie or his girlfriends before her. I’d always tried to tune out the overshare details from Ollie, mostly because my stomach curdled with jealousy of what I couldn’t have.

“I’m negative,” I said as I got comfortable on my hands and knees, the mattress creaking with the movement.

“I need to get tested,” he said. “Last time I got a full workup was a few years ago, and things were good then, but I’ll throw that on the agenda.” He settled into place behind me and ran his palm across my ass, the touch sending pure electricity sparking through me. “Is that okay?”

“Just wrap up.” A lurid thrill shot through me at imagining his cum dripping out of my hole. Holy hell, I would sell my soul for the chance to be with Ollie bare.

My cock hung heavily between my legs as Ollie took his time running those broad, callused palms across my ass cheeks, as if he was trying to memorize the feel. The elastic of the panties bit into my thighs, but I liked a little sting, feeling contained and trapped this way. The click of the lube bottle made my heart accelerate, and saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of even just his fingers entering me.

The mattress shifted with Ollie’s weight, and he gripped my hip as if to steady me.

“Goddamn,” he breathed out. “You have one perfect ass, beautiful.”

My throat got tight with the immensity of the moment and the realization of who was prying my cheeks open and ready to enter me with his fingers and cock. The way he talked to me, the affectionate caress to my ass cheek with his free palm—all of it was pure Ollie. Sweet, hot, and completely earnest.

“I need your fingers,” I said, thrusting my ass back before I got too damn emotional.

“Fuck yes.” Ollie growled as he brushed the tip of his lube-slicked finger against my hole. The moment he started to push in, I bore down, relishing the feel of his thick digit inside me. Between his hand on my hip and the finger he slid deeper in, I was burning up inside with need. By the time he shoved all the way in, I was already riding his finger, needing to feel the glide.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Ollie said, and my lashes fluttered as I soaked in his words. I had always imagined he’d be a dirty talker, but hearing the stream of babble from his lips was hotter than I could ever have realized. He pulled his finger back and nudged a second one in, opening me up for his cock. With the steady way he worked his fingers in, I was delirious for him in no time. The in-and-out slide felt so damn good, but then he crooked the tips of his fingers deep inside.

Fireworks sparked through me, and a loud moan escaped my lips.

“Ohhh, you like that?” Ollie asked, a glee in his voice I wasn’t prepared for. He gripped my hip a little tighter and, with focus and precision, began to mercilessly tag my prostate. My breath caught in my throat from the onslaught of sensations.

“Holy fuck, Ollie,” I gasped out. “Slow the hell down.”

“Like this?” he said, switching his tempo to unbearably slow. As he dragged back at his agonizing pace and pushed his fingers in, he couldn’t resist tapping my prostate again. Those sparks flared through me even harder this time, and I couldn’t help the long, slutty moan that escaped me in the process.

I glanced back at him, and the smirk on his lips all but stopped my heart. Fuck, he was so damn gorgeous. The shadows sharpened his proud nose and intensified the heated look in his eyes, and with the way he loomed over me, I was beyond gone for this man.

“Please, fuck me,” I said, and Ollie licked his lips. “I just need your cock.” My voice cracked, and a flush hit my cheeks as desperation flooded through me. But I didn’t care. If I’d only get this one night with Ollie, I needed to come with him buried inside me, like I’d always dreamed of.

“Sinking inside this sexy ass is going to fucking kill me.” He pulled his fingers out. I heard the shlick, shlick as he lubed up his cock, and a second later, he nudged the thick head against my entrance. As he pushed inside me, sweat prickled across my forehead, and I fought to keep breathing. He was so thick my ass burned as it stretched to accommodate him, and I loved every second of it. The gentle and firm way he gripped my hip grounded me, keeping me from floating away.

Ollie’s fingers snuck down and plucked at the elastic of my panties, letting it snap against my hips with a sting that made my cock leak. I was panting as he continued to push in inch by inch, as if he savored the glide.

“These panties are fucking sinful, Liam,” Ollie said. “How the hell were you keeping this from me for all these years?” The wonder in his tone broke my damn heart open. I’d been waiting for so long for him to look at me like this, to see the yearning that had been brimming under the surface, and I could barely believe it was happening.

He sank in all the way, and my eyes rolled back. His cock was so thick inside me, filling me to completion, I could die happy. Hell, I’d be willing to stay like this the rest of the night, his body pressed against mine, his cock buried in my hole. However, he began to move his hips, and sparks flew, pleasure sweeping through me.

“Nngh.” I moaned, unable to form anything coherent.

“You feel so good, baby,” Ollie said, his voice deep and sinful in a way I’d never heard from him before. These aspects of him were ones I’d only ever hoped for but never thought I’d experience. He slid his palms up and down my waist and settled them on my hips as he thrust a little harder.

“So goddamn tight.” His nails bit into my skin with how hard he gripped me. “I’m not going to be able to last long with how damn amazing your pretty little hole is.”

I let out a whimper, loving how he talked. My balls throbbed with the need to come, and my cock dripped with pre-cum, but part of me didn’t want this to end. I wanted him to ride me forever, to take up residence inside my ass so we’d be connected for as long as humanly possible.

My grip on the sheets beneath me tightened, the fabric bunching in my hands as Ollie pumped into me mercilessly. The sting every time we collided, the heady smack of skin to skin, his cock gliding against my prostate in the best damn way—all of it was an intoxicating brew that had me floating higher and higher. Our grunts and moans filled the air, and heat rushed through my body, each breath coming in a little sharper and shorter.

Ollie’s big body braced mine, and our sweat-slicked skin rubbed together when he rammed deep inside me with every thrust. My heart squeezed so tight I thought it might fracture, but I rode the bliss coasting over me with Ollie’s complete control. He might not seem like the dominant type outside of the bedroom, since he was so damn easygoing, but I’d always suspected he’d take charge.

And fuck, I loved it.

Hell, I’d always loved him.

My eyes misted over with the buoyant emotions welling inside me, but I didn’t have a chance to dwell on them. Not with the way Ollie had picked up his tempo until those white-hot sparks flared with every pass, and my balls were lifting like I was going to come.

“Fuck, I need to—”

As if Ollie had read my mind, he reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock. “I’ve got you, baby,” he said, the low tone and his callused palm around me all I needed. “Come for me.”

It only took two strokes before I obeyed his command.

My balls drew up, and my orgasm barreled through me with the power of a hurricane. I clutched the sheets and weathered the intensity of my release as the pleasure overrode any other senses. My cum splattered on the sheets beneath me, my entire body quaking with the force of my orgasm.

“Oh hell, that feels so damn amazing.” Ollie gasped. His thighs tensed behind me, his breath snagged in his throat, and his hot cum flooded the condom. Sweat prickled across my arms, my back, my legs, as we both remained where we were, catching our breaths. My limbs were far too heavy, and I wanted to sink into the mattress, but I couldn’t bear the thought of Ollie sliding out of me.

He ran his palm over my hip in a gentle movement, and I swooned. “I know I should be pulling out, but hell, your ass feels so good.”

“Don’t,” I blurted out before I could help myself.

“Pull out?”

“Not yet?” I chewed down on my lip. Should I ask for what I really wanted? I glanced behind me, and my heart thumped a little harder.

Ollie’s dark eyes were soft, strands of his chestnut hair pasted to his forehead as he offered me a crooked grin. “Only if I can cuddle you. I came so hard I don’t know if I can keep myself upright anymore.”

I swallowed hard. This was definitely heaven. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

Ollie wrapped his palms around my hips and flopped down onto the bed. When we were on our sides, he swept me into his arms and held me tight like he couldn’t get close enough. Even having fallen into the edge of the wet spot I’d left wasn’t enough to move me while Ollie’s hot breath puffed against the back of my neck and the sweat cooled on my skin.

“I’m just going to park here until you fall asleep, okay? I’ll ditch the condom and clean up after,” Ollie said.

I snuggled against him, my limbs languid and loose after coming, my mind fuzzy and calm. With Ollie’s big frame swallowing me whole and his cock still resting inside me, I felt more at peace than I ever had. My throat tightened with the intense emotions sweeping over me. Of course my best friend would be the one person to understand what I needed.

This sense of completeness was one I’d given up on years ago, one that scared me after how much of myself I’d lost in my last relationship.

And what terrified me more was how this would shatter me once it all ended.