18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Ronan

E ating dinner was torture. The entire time we were eating and making conversation, all I wanted to do was rip off his clothes and take him on the table. By some miracle, I held myself back, making sure he ate enough because once I get my hands on him, I don't know when I'll let up.

Oliver walks into the bedroom, and I pounce on him. Pushing him up against the wall, I crowd in behind him, running my nose along the nape of his neck. My hand rounds his body, popping the button on his jeans and sliding down his zipper with ease. Oliver grinds his beautiful plump ass onto my dick, a hiss leaving my lips from the friction. Shoving down his pants and briefs, I reach around and grab hold of his velvety dick, loving the easy glide from his pre-cum. God, he's fucking leaking for me.

"Oh hell, I love how you fucking surrender so easily for me. You're leaking and I've barely touched you. I want you to stroke yourself while I get naked. Can you do that?" I whisper, scraping my teeth along his neck. Oliver nods his head wildly, turning around and staring at me with a heated gaze. He licks his lips, drinking me in while his hand begins moving rapidly, his chest rising and falling.

Stepping back, I abandon my clothes slowly, loving when he whines and gets impatient with me. "Hurry, Ronan. Please."

His soft begging is my undoing, and I kick out of my underwear before crooking my finger toward him. "Relax. Come here, Freckles. Suck my dick as good as I know you can."

The words have barely left my lips before Oliver is on his knees before me. Looking up at me with his bright green doe eyes, he flutters his eyelashes while jerking me. "I can be so good for you," he hums, then licks at the tip. I gasp, about to tell him not to stop when he sucks me to the back of his throat.

"Fuck," I murmur, my fingers rubbing against his cheek. "You're fucking amazing at this." And he really is. Oliver works me using both his hands and mouth, taking his time to ravish me and bring me pleasure. My eyes never leave his, and the amount of love I have for this man hits me like a ton of bricks. I love him so damn much, but there's no way in hell I'm telling him while we're fucking. I must have zoned out, because Oliver tilts his head and looks at me. Not wanting to draw attention to my thoughts just yet, I rasp out, "So fucking good for me on your knees, professor." His pupils dilate, his chest rising rapidly, a whimper leaving him. "Do you like that? Like when I call you professor?" He nods his head while still sucking on my dick. I grab hold of the hair on his head and lift his head so his eyes lock on mine. "God, professor, what type of grade do you think you should get? Hmm? An A? An A plus? " I thrust into his mouth, making Oliver gag and tears prick his eyes. Pulling out quickly, I drop to my knees in front of him. "Shit, I'm so sorry."

Oliver cackles, wiping his face. "I swear, one day you'll be able to shove your cock down my throat. But not today." We both laugh as I gather him into my arms, soothing him.

"Come on, let's move to the bed." We both get onto the bed, and I lay on Oliver, my body blanketing him, trapping him on the mattress. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I ask, rubbing my hand against his gorgeous prickly beard, loving the touch.

"Yes," he says openly and honestly. Looking into his eyes, I see no hesitation and if I'm not mistaken, I can see the same love I have for him shining back at me. A love I wasn't sure I would ever know.

"Okay, spread your legs for me. Let me open you up."

He follows my command easily, letting his legs fall open. Shimmying down his body, I pour some lube down his balls and onto my fingers. I slowly work him open, starting with one finger, working my way up to three, not losing eye contact with him. He's so damn gorgeous; I'm captivated by him. Even though I haven't said a word, he must sense my praise because a beautiful pink flush adorns his cheeks, his freckles becoming more pronounced. This man has flipped my world upside down and I wouldn't change a thing.

"Do you think you're ready?" I ask, wanting to make sure I'm not rushing this, which is hard when I want him so badly. I've been dying to have him and while I've patiently waited, I don't know how much restraint I have left.

"I'm ready, Ronan," he whispers, smiling softly at me. "I've read that being on top would be easier, as it'll allow me to go at my own pace. Can we try that?"

"Of course, Freckles. Anything you want."

I grab his glasses off his face and set them down on the table by the bed. Tapping his hip, I gesture for him to switch me spots, which he easily does. After lying on my back, I roll the condom down my shaft, adding more lube, then wait as he straddles me.

"Take your time, okay?"

Oliver nods, then lifts his body up to line my cock with his hole. He takes his time trying to push down on me. My dick slowly breaches the first ring of muscle before he stops. He plants his hands on my chest and rests for a moment, his eyes closed tightly. Gliding my hands up and down his arm, I try to offer him comfort, knowing it's going to hurt his first time.

"I'm okay," he whispers. "You're just way bigger than my toy."

A loud roar leaves my lips, causing my dick to jerk inside Oliver. He groans then starts concentrating hard, beginning to work himself down my cock slowly, stopping a few more times to adjust until I'm fully seated inside of him. My hands find his hips as he slowly lifts up and down again. He finally finds his rhythm moving on me in a way that has me in a trance. I grab onto his dick and stroke him slowly. He throws his head back, taking his pleasure.

Encouraging him, I murmur words of praise, while he loses himself to the euphoria. He leans his arms back onto my thighs, fucking himself on my cock, his dick smacking against my stomach with every thrust. A trail of pre-cum drips down onto my belly and my finger swipes it up before I shove it into my mouth. Fuck, his flavor is sweet and salty and so damn Oliver.

He's shameless with his thrusting, desperate to have my cock light him up. Wanting to be closer to him, I tap his hip, getting him to pause. "I wanna try something."

He lifts off me and lies beside me on the bed on his back. Spreading his legs, I crawl between them, rubbing my hands up and down his legs. Kissing at his strong thighs, I stop when his dick is in front of my face. Fuck, I'm so ravenous for him. Not able to control myself, I suck his dick into my mouth, loving when I taste his pre-cum on the back of my tongue. Oliver mewls, head twisting back and forth on the pillow. His hands grip the black sheets, his hands white knuckling them.

Desperately needing to feel him on my cock again, I rise up, kissing him intensely, before lining myself up with his needy hole. I slowly push in, my head resting on his beating heart. It's beating so fast, I would worry, but from the lust in his eyes, I know he's loving this as much as I am. Thrusting a few times, I lean up to claim his lips. His hands find the back of my head as he holds me in place, kissing me passionately. I slowly move in and out of him, our lips never leaving one another. We kiss and nip and suck, getting lost in each other. His hands anchor me to him, our bodies sweat slicked and flushed together.

Falling in love with him was inevitable. I truly never thought I would open my heart again, but Oliver knocked down all my walls. No, he bulldozed them down. He fixed all the little cracks and fissures in my heart that told me I wasn't worth it. That told me everyone would cheat or leave me. This green-eyed man, gorgeous inside and out, has shown me what true love is.

My hand finds Oliver's cock and I tug, wanting him to have all the satisfaction. His back arches as I continue thrusting inside him. His dick twitches in my hand before he comes all over me. His release sets me off and I fill the condom. Slumping down onto his body, I breathe him in deeply, sighing contently when Oliver grabs onto me and holds tight, neither of us wanting to let go. It's taken us months to get to this point, and the wait was worth it.

I love you. I say in my head.

Now if only I could gather the courage to actually tell him.

Turning left on the trail, I find a huge rock to sit on. I set my backpack on the ground, pulling out my water bottle and taking a swig. Passing the bottle to Oliver, I watch as he takes a sip, his throat bobbing as he swallows. Fuck, I wanna lick that Adam's apple.

We spent the morning hiking through the park. The views have been incredible, but holy shit, is it hot. We've had to take more breaks than I thought we would, but I've enjoyed every second we've spent together.

I've also spent most of the morning debating on when and how I'm going to tell Oliver I'm in love with him. I don't want to blurt it out. I want it to be somewhat special. I watch as Oliver packs up the backpack and swings it onto his back.

"Come on, we're almost there."

"Ugh, more walking," I complain. We've already made it to Skull Rock and now we're on our way back.

"We're almost done, then we can head back to the rental and relax our muscles with a nice bath."

"Yes, I wanna do that," I say, pointing at him. Oliver chuckles and walks past me, leading the way, my eyes glued to his ass. We make it to the end of the trail, deciding to stop at the picnic tables they have set up. I swing my leg over the bench and gesture for Oliver to sit next to me. "I figured we could eat a snack real quick to tide us over until we head back and can get some lunch."

"Okay." Oliver opens the backpack and pulls out the trail mix. He pops some into his mouth and looks at me. He's not wearing his glasses today, choosing to wear his contacts so the hike would be easier. He's gorgeous either way, but with his skin flushed from the heat and the glasses missing, his freckles and red beard pop out more. "This place is really beautiful. I'm glad we came to visit."

"Same. This was really a great idea. We should try to plan something for the summer," I say, trying not to get ahead of myself, but I can't help it. I can see a future with Oliver and I hope he feels the same.

"I'd love that. Maybe we can head somewhere farther away. We have a few months to plan." I watch as he uses his fingers to draw in the sand that's found its way on to the table. He seems lost in thought, so I give him a few seconds, taking in the area around us.

It's beautiful here, lots of desert and plants, hot as hell, but still beautiful. I can't believe I've never been here before. We only hiked one trail, but according to their website there are tons of different trails throughout the whole park. Maybe we can make this a yearly tradition, hiking a new trail each year.

I'm jostled out of my thoughts when Oliver waves his hand in front of my face. "Hmm?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, we should come back here. Maybe next spring break, though; the summer might be too hot." Oliver stares at me, no words coming out. "Or not, we don't have to. I was thinking about the other hiking trails, and figured it would be cool to hike more than one."

"You're thinking about us being together next year?" Oliver whispers, his body leaning closer to mine.

"Yeah, I am." I reach out and grab his nape, pulling him closer to me.

"I love you," Oliver breathes out before kissing me.

"Wait, wait," I pull back, looking into his eyes, "Dammit, Freckles, I wanted to say it first. I've been waiting all day to say it."

"You have?"

"I have. I love you, too."

"I love hearing those words come out of your mouth." He chuckles, and I can't help but join in. Him telling me he loves me causes a warmth to settle in my chest.

"Same," I tell him, kissing him again.

We pack up the backpack, standing and walking away from the tables. I grab his hand with mine and interlock our fingers together. "Can I ask you a question? And I'm not trying to fight, or start a fight, I'm just genuinely curious about it. I wasn't sure how to bring it up, so I figured just asking was the best solution."

"Well, shit. Now I'm worried. What's up?"

"It's really nothing bad. I was wondering if you're still doing live sessions on your site. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be upset; I just realized we haven't talked about it and it's gotten me curious."

I squeeze his hand and pull him to me. Holding onto his hip, I tilt his chin so he's looking into my eyes. "I have not done one live session since ours. I also haven't made any new videos. It didn't feel right."

"I'm not saying you have to quit..." I cut him off without letting him continue.

"Thank you for that, but it was something I decided. The first time we got together on the live session when I knew it was you, I was done. Honestly, I haven't even thought about making a video or doing a session. You may say it's okay, but for me, it's not. I haven't deleted them though, they're still making money, which I need while I 'm finishing school. But making new videos? I'm done with that."

"Are you sure? Like I said, I would be fine with you still doing it."

"I'm sure. And truthfully, I am. When I first did the cam thing, I did it because it was the only way I knew how to not get hurt. And hell, making extra money didn't hurt either." Oliver laughs, wrapping his arm around my waist. "You could really hurt me, ya know?" I tell him the truth that's been sitting heavily in my heart. Oliver has the power to destroy me. What I feel for him is unlike anything I've ever felt before. If Oliver were to break my heart, all that would be left of me was a shell.

"I will never hurt you. That's a promise, Ronan. I will always be open and honest with you about everything. If at any point feelings change for either of us, we'll be honest with each other. I don't do that cheating shit, I can tell you that."

"I don't ever want to hurt you either," I promise, knowing with every fiber of my being, I'll do whatever it takes to keep this man happy.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Freckles." I kiss his nose, then move away, interlocking our fingers. We start walking off the trail when I look back at him. "Two more months. And then that's it. You'll be mine. In private and in public."

"I can't wait. "

Neither can I. But I know we have to wait a couple more months and that'll be it. I'll graduate and we won't have to worry anymore.