19. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Oliver

I t's our last full day here, and it's a bittersweet feeling. This trip has been amazing and I'm not ready for it to end. Being able to walk hand in hand with Ronan has shown me what it would be like if we could always be this way. Two months seem like a long damn time, but I'm hoping it flies by quickly. Every time I think of being honest with the dean and going public, the fear of either me losing my job or Ronan being kicked out of school holds me back.

Wanting to make our last day special, I spent time last night looking for a farmers market in the area. I'm planning to surprise Ronan with it.

If he ever wakes his ass up.

Walking back into the room, I find a pillow that's found its way onto the floor. Picking it up, I whack Ronan in the head with it, hoping it wakes him up. Ronan groans, rolling over and pulling the blanket back over his head.

"Are you ever going to wake up?"

"Soon," he mumbles, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

"Fine," I relent, turning around and walking toward the kitchen.

After we went hiking, we bought some food from a drive thru and came back here. We ate, took a bath together, and then Ronan fucked me like crazy. Then we woke up in the middle of the night and fucked again. Apparently, that must have worn him out since he's still asleep and I've been awake for almost two hours now.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, I pull out my phone to play a game when it starts vibrating. My mom's name flashes on the screen and I quickly swipe, putting the phone up to my ear.

"Hi mom," I say, getting up to grab another cup of coffee. I absolutely love my mom, but she can be a bit much sometimes.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you doing? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Mom," I scoff. "We just talked a week ago. We talk every week. Actually, we talk on the same day every week."

"True, but I miss my baby so much."

"I miss you too, Mom." Smiling, I pour some coffee into my cup, then head back toward the table. "How are you? How's Dad?"

"We're both good, honey. We miss you, of course. But how are you? What did you end up doing for your break from class?"

"Uh," I rub the back of my nape, wondering how much I should tell her. "I actually headed out of town for a few days. It's about a few hours away from home, but it's so beautiful here."

"Oh, really?" Her voice cuts off and I can hear her yelling for my dad in the background. "Did you happen to go on this trip alone or with a friend? Maybe a special friend?"

Ignoring what she just said, I question her, "Mom? Why are you calling for Dad?"

There are whispers on the other line before her voice comes through again, "Oliver, why can't you answer my question?"

"Ugh, fine. I came with a special friend, okay? We wanted some time away, so I booked us a trip here and it's been really great. He's really great."

In the background I can hear her whisper to my dad, "See, I told you he met someone. Finally."

Rolling my eyes, I tell her, "I can hear you."

She clears her throat before coming back on the line. "You know I've been worried about you. Being over there by yourself. But hearing that you've met someone? You don't understand how much I worry about you, Oliver. Tell us about him."

I knew my parents worried about me, but I never realized how hard it must be on them knowing I'm hundreds of miles away from them and know no one here. Wanting them to realize I'm doing okay, I start telling them about Ronan.

"His name is Ronan. He's a few years younger than me. But Mom, he's amazing. We've only been dating for a couple months, but it's really something special. He makes me feel alive. More alive than I've ever felt."

Ronan's hand touches my shoulder before he leans down and kisses my cheek. Angling my body toward him, I grab his hand as he sits down on the chair next to me. He smiles and nods his head in the direction of my phone. I mouth ‘ my parents ' and he beams even wider.

"I love hearing how happy you are, Oliver. You truly seem happy. And I don't want to intrude on your trip, so make sure you call me when you're home. And please tell Ronan we said hi and we can't wait to meet him."

"I will Mom."

We hang up and I set my phone down on the table. Ronan opens his arms and I climb into them, sitting on his lap.

"You told your parents about me?" He asks, gazing at me lovingly.

"I did. I told you, I love you. I want to shout it from the rooftops."

"I love you, too."

"Alright, I need you to get ready. I've got plans for us."

"Plans?" He echoes, looking at me confused.

"Yep. Just get ready. I've got it all planned out."

"Okay."

Holding hands, I drag Ronan toward another booth. This booth is filled with tons of homemade pies. My mouth salivates at the aroma, and I turn to Ronan with wide eyes.

"I don't know which one to get."

"Why don't you get more than one, then?" he suggests, my eyes widening at being able to pick more than more.

"We can't eat more than one pie."

"Why can't we? And we can always pack it up to take it with us. It's not like we live that far away."

"You're right." Turning to face the nice older lady in front of us, I tell her three different types of pies. She packs them up quickly and I pay. "Thank you," I tell her as we walk away.

"Where to next?" Ronan asks, looking around the farmers market.

The market here isn't as good as the one that Ronan took me to, but it 's still a pretty nice one. They have a variety of different booths and we've been slowly making our way through them all.

I also haven't let go of his hand besides when I've been buying something. And it's been freeing. We've laughed, joked around, even kissed. It's been the best day. Hell, it's been the best past few days.

"I could get used to this," I tell him, lifting our hands up, so he knows what I'm talking about.

"Well, get used to it. If I have my way, I'll always be holding your hand."

I grin widely, pulling him in another direction. "Come on, we've seen everything here. I think we've bought enough goodies to last us a while, too. Are you ready to head back?"

"Yeah, let's go."

On the way back to the rental, we stop at a restaurant and eat, not wanting to have to wash more dishes. Before long, we're lying on the couch when Ronan starts stroking his hand down my arms.

"What do you want to do tonight?" he asks, his hands finding their way all over my body.

"I think you know what I want to do."

"You're not sore?" he questions, his hands moving into my sweats and playfully grabbing my ass.

Arching into him, I moan out, " No, I'm not." I'm a little sore, but not enough to say no to this.

His fingers dip into my crease, finding their way to my hole. His finger circles around the rim, rubbing gently but not prodding. "I think you need a break from me abusing this hole."

"No, I need more. Please, Ronan. More."

"Fuck, Oliver. You know the begging always gets me. I fucking love when you beg."

He's right, I do know that. He can't tell me no, and I know exactly how to use it to get what I want. My lust for Ronan hasn't diminished in the slightest. The need I have for this man drives me crazy. No one has ever turned me on as much as he does. I always crave to have him touching me in some type of way. And I know simply saying the word ' please ' sets his blood on fire, and he won't be able to tell me no.

Moving over, I untangle myself from his grip and stand up off the couch. Backing away, I pull my shirt over my head and then step out of my shorts. "Come on then, show me what my begging does to you."

Ronan gets up and stalks toward me, his pupils blown wide. He slides his sweats down his legs, hopping on one foot when it gets stuck on his ankle. I cackle, watching him try to take them off but failing. "Ugh," he grunts, when he finally gets them off his foot.

My laughter dies when Ronan marches toward me, his eyes set and full of determination. My eyes trail down his body, his rigid cock standing up straight between his strong thighs. He reaches out, his hand finding my hip, gripping tightly. He leans his head forward, kissing me softly before turning my body and pushing me up against the wall, his hands shamelessly caressing everywhere.

"Was that funny for you? Hmm?" He grinds into me from behind, the stubble on his jaw grazing against my shoulder.

Nodding my head, I smile. "Watching you hop around like a bunny because you were so excited to get your hands on me you couldn't take your pants off? Yes."

"It's not my fault you're so damn irresistible. And fuck me, this perfect fucking ass." He massages my ass, his hands kneading them roughly. "I can't get enough of you."

I gasp, sticking my ass out, encouraging him to keep his hands on me. "Touch me, do something. Please."

"Hands on the wall. Bend forward and stick your ass out."

Doing as he says, I lean forward, my hands and cheek against the cool textured wall. Ronan slides down behind me, his breath fanning against my ass. Guessing where this is going to go, I push my ass back into his face, hoping he'll take the hint.

"You want me to taste you, baby?" he teases, biting my cheek then soothing it with his tongue.

"Yes, please," I pant, not knowing how much longer I can take the teasing.

"You beg so prettily for me. I'll never get enough. Now don't move. Be a good boy and stay just as you are."

He spreads my cheeks apart, a warm tongue sliding up my crease. A cry breaks free from my mouth, my veins filling with desire, my dick throbbing. His tongue flicks over my hole, my foot hitting the wall, when I jerk from the sensation. He attacks my hole, lubricating me with his saliva. He moves back and spits on my hole, then his tongue is replaced by his thumb, rubbing circles and loosening me up.

"God, you're always so fucking perfect for me. Doing exactly what I say. Not moving while I take my time feasting on this delicious hole."

I can't talk, can barely even think. The only sounds to leave my lips are incoherent moans and whimpers. Fuck, he eats my hole as though he's starved for me. My legs start shaking, and Ronan's hands grip tighter under my ass, holding me in place. There's a soft nibble on my cheek before the air from the fan hits my saliva slicked ass.

He spreads my cheek apart again, humming, "Your greedy hole is so damn ready for me. Stay right where you are, I'll be right back," Ronan's gravelly voice hits my ear and I nod my head in understanding. There's no way I'm leaving this spot.

His footsteps sound down the hallway before the creak of the door slides open. My dick is achingly hard and needs a little bit of release. I move my hand, pulling on my dick slowly. My forehead bangs into the wall, tingles racing through balls. Goddamn, that's amazing.

"I thought I said don't move," he tsks, coming back into the room.

My hand stills on my dick, wanting to be so good for him but failing when I stroke myself again. "I can't help myself. I'm so horny."

"Let me take care of you." Ronan plasters his sweat slicked body against mine, his dick rubbing between my legs into my crease. He trails kisses across my shoulder blades, sucking on every inch of my skin. "I love your freckles so damn much. I want to take my time and kiss every single one of them."

He licks up my neck, biting down on my earlobe at the same time his lubed finger finds my hole. He pushes inside, twisting around, my hole slowly softening under his touch. He works me open gradually, and his mouth never leaves my body the entire time. He truly is kissing every freckle on my back.

Craving more, I tilt my head, giving him more access, which he happily takes. He sucks on my pulse point, a shiver running through my body at the contact. Ronan uses his leg to kick mine farther apart while he pulls my groin closer to him, my body being bent as forward as it'll go. His hands leave my body, the sound of a condom being opened filling the space. Anticipation thrums through my body, knowing he'll be inside me soon.

The head of his dick nudges against my hole, seeking entrance. Relaxing my body, I let him in, his shaft easily sliding in all the way. Ronan breathes heavily, resting his forehead on my back, giving me time to adjust to him. Giving him a subtle nod, I let him know I'm ready.

Ronan pulls out, then thrusts back in, my body propelling forward, banging against the wall. He does it again, his hands moving to hold on to my hips tightly. He rams into me from behind, and I know his grip is going to leave bruises.

"Be a good boy and stroke yourself for me." His words are torturing me. I love hearing them, but all it does is make me harder for him. "Fuck, you take my dick so well. Your gorgeous hole is always so eager for me, needing me, wanting to be filled with my thick cock."

Following his orders, I move one hand off the wall and bring it to my aching cock. I've been leaking non-stop, so the head of my dick is slippery, and I use it to help the easy strokes.

"You're so beautiful, Freckles. No one could ever compare to you. You were fucking made for me. Your body, your heart, your soul. It's all mine. You're all mine." His thrusts slowly falter before they pick back up again. "I'm so close. Please tell me you're close."

"I am."

Ronan angles his hips, his dick hitting that spot inside me that has me seeing stars. Not able to control it, my orgasm crashes into me, and I come all over the wall.

One of Ronan's hands grabs onto my shoulder as he continues ramming into me until he finds his own pleasure. We both slide down the wall, Ronan's arms wrapping around me tightly as we sit on the floor. Being with Ronan is more than I could have ever imagined. The way we fit together easily, so primal, yet powerful and reverent. We bask in our euphoria for a little bit longer before we finally clean up and get ready for bed.