23. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Tilly had run into her room with her new art supplies before Lara got a second to look at her phone. She choked on her own saliva when she saw what she’d allegedly texted Ollie right there in the street.

I want to come in your mouth again

“Oh my god, ” she said out loud in her kitchen. She gazed up at her ceiling feeling a combination of outraged, amused and extremely turned on, a feeling that she was increasingly starting to associate with Ollie Gabrielli.

You are other level, Ollie Gabrielli

She sent an real text this time, entirely unable not to scold her.

Ollie must have been waiting, because she texted back immediately.

Obviously. Since you’re already begging me for my mouth.

Lara put her phone down. There was no way she was going to give Ollie the satisfaction. Seconds later, her phone pinged again.

I want it too though. You riding my mouth

Lara swallowed. She stared as the little dots came up again.

You bent over in your store room, getting fucked hard by my fingers

Her breath got short and her skin flared hot. Ollie was still typing.

You begging me for it, unable to stop yourself

Lara gripped the edge of the bench, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. This was stupid, this was just text messages, this was oh fuck another message.

Knowing how wet you get for me

Try not to touch yourself until I get to. I want to see you on the edge again. Desperate. So pretty.

Lara was typing on shaking fingers before she could think twice.

Tomorrow. At the store.12pm.

Infuriatingly, Ollie didn’t text her back.

Lara felt it like a Pavlovian response when the bell at the door to her shop chimed at precisely 11:59 the next day. Time seemed to slow as she heard Ollie click the lock and saw her hand reaching up to flip the sign to closed - those lovely elegant fingers in sharp focus - before she arrived at the front counter, her eyes dark and her lips parted.

“Reporting for service, ma’am,” she said, with utmost seriousness .

Lara responded with a roll of her eyes, hoping to cover for the fact that she already knew how wet she was from the sheer anticipation alone. Three years she’d gone without sex and yet three days without this had been too long. Ollie didn’t hesitate for even a second, lifting the counter top and stepping through to grab Lara’s wrist and pull her urgently into the store room behind her. Lara tried, as hard as she fucking could, not to literally swoon.

When Ollie turned to look at her, her eyes were blazing. Without waiting for a second to kiss her hello, she tugged Lara’s t-shirt right up to her collarbones and shoved down the cup of her bra, her hot mouth encasing her nipple.

Lara gasped in absolute shock. Ollie walked her backward until Lara’s back hit a shelf, anchoring her there with her body. Her hand slipped down the back of Lara’s skirt to grip tightly to her ass as she licked and bit her nipple and Lara groaned, her knees turning instantly to jelly.

“ Ollie,” she gasped, her fingers slipping under Ollie’s shirt to scratch at her skin, not one chance of disguising how badly she wanted this.

Ollie’s hand slipped boldly down the back of her underwear, squeezing her bare cheek, teasing down the cleft of her ass and making her shiver. She slipped down even further, learning immediately exactly how wet Lara was for her. Ollie took a sharp breath against her breast at the discovery .

“You need it, huh?” she sounded far too victorious for Lara’s liking. Lara opened her mouth to snap back but she had nothing.

Ollie pulled her hand back and sunk to her knees, jerking Lara’s skirt up around her hips and tugging underwear down her thighs. She paused to look up at Lara’s face and to Lara’s agitation smirked at what she saw there before she pressed right in to taste her.

“Oh-” Lara cried out. Ollie had been in the store for less than a minute and she was already exquisitely working Lara up with her tongue. Lara, to her intense surprise, found that Ollie had intuited quite correctly that she didn’t need the foreplay, that the foreplay had happened already with Ollie’s dirty texts, her leaving Lara hanging as if she might just not come in today, with the sheer urgency of her need to touch her.

Ollie used her whole mouth - lips, tongue, chin - so hungry for her that Lara’s legs trembled. She wasn’t rough - just the opposite - every movement thorough but precise, swirling the way she’d learned so quickly made Lara crumble. Lara’s hips began to buck reflexively and Ollie used her hands to pin her tightly, not letting her move. She cried out in frustration and Ollie took over full control, swirling her higher, then higher, then impossibly higher as the sensations began to build. Lara could smell her own arousal, sex in the air, Ollie moaning as she licked her, not a fraction harder, keeping her at a desperate precipice, Lara agonised by the heat of it. She wasn’t coping, she couldn’t take this, she-

“ Oh god-” Lara spasmed, then spasmed again, the thought hitting her that Ollie hadn’t put her fingers inside her, that the orgasm purely from Ollie’s mouth was so different, that it was earth-shatteringly good, that she’d never come from this before her, but- “oh god, Ollie!” Lara felt herself contract then shatter into a million tiny pieces before she melted right off the face of the earth, her mouth wide open like she’d never catch her breath again.

“Mm,” Ollie leaned back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Good girl,” she said her eyes dark and Lara heard herself whimper. Ollie got back on her feet, leaned in and kissed her, her mouth soft and tender and Lara was not okay.

“Oh my god.” Lara shoved at Ollie’s hip, even as she grabbed her in closer, her voice slightly dazed even to her own ears. “What the fuck, Ollie?”

“We don’t have much time,” Ollie bit her lip. “Can I make out with you while you recover?”

Lara’s mouth fell open but she was already nodding. Yes. Yes please. Ollie kissed her for a long sweet minute, before her tongue slipped hotly in her mouth, tasting like pussy, her fingers becoming firm on Lara’s jaw, possessing her easily.

Lara reached for Ollie’s fly and quickly unbuttoned her, Ollie’s shorts slipping down her legs, tugging her underwear after it. Ollie pulled back and in a quick motion had stepped out of everything, bare footed, long smooth legs. She looked at Lara’s face then tugged her own shirt over her head and undid her bra.

Lara stared at her, a moan escaping. Ollie was entirely naked, right there in her store room in the middle of the damn day. Suddenly, needing to feel everything, she stripped off her t-shirt and stepped out of her shoes, Ollie tugging Lara’s skirt down urgently as Lara practically ripped off her own bra.

“Oh this is good,” Ollie pulled her in, burning hot skin against burning hot skin. She was so silky and soft Lara shivered, the two of them pressing in against each other, Ollie already starting to writhe. Then an incredibly wicked grin hit her face and she stepped back, spinning Lara and pushing her down firmly against the little kitchen bench, her torso and breasts against the cold stainless steel, her gasp short and hard. “Okay, honey?” Ollie paused briefly to check. Lara nodded, wanting all of it, whatever Ollie had for her, already hungering like she’d never hungered before. “Good, cos I really need to fuck you now.”

Ollie tugged her hips back and pushed her fingers in from behind, Lara crying out in desperate heat at the sensation. Ollie paused.

“ More,” Lara choked out.

Ollie made a sound like an almost hiss, then Lara found herself thoroughly filled with Ollie’s fingers, fucking her firmly, one hand grasping around her breast, squeezing, catching her nipple roughly between her thumb and first finger and making her cry out in pained pleasure.

“You okay with this?” Ollie checked in one more time and Lara contracted around her fingers. This sweetness combined with roughness was going to blow her damn mind.

“ Yes. ” Her voice was almost a whine, unrecognisable to herself. Ollie took a half step sideways, her thighs straddling Lara’s. Then Lara felt her press up against the curve of her ass cheek and start to grind. A moan of white hot hunger escaped her as she felt Ollie’s heat and wetness against her ass, Ollie’s hips rolling to chase her own pleasure as she fucked Lara with her fingers. Lara used one hand to just barely manage to hold herself up while her other snaked around behind them to grab at the back of Ollie’s thigh, pressing her ass back against her. “ Fuck me, ” she demanded. Ollie gasped, her hips flexing harder.

Lara could barely breathe from all the sensation: Ollie’s hot smooth body, the heat of Ollie’s desire as she ground up against her, her long lovely fingers thrusting, the firm grip on her nipple. She was dying of heat and frustration in equal measures, nothing touching her clit, every other part of her stimulated to an inch of her life. She writhed and bucked, wriggled and moaned, wildly turned on, frantically tortured. She could hear Ollie’s breath getting harder, suddenly extremely grateful for her years of athleticism as Ollie thrust her fingers into her and rode her at the same time. God those fingers, oh fuck, her nipple. The pain was sharp and delicious and Ollie wasn’t letting up.

“ Please.” She finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Touch me.”

Ollie’s fingers seemed to press deeper inside her, hitting new sensations and she cried out.

“No,” Ollie said.

Lara’s eyes flew open.

“But… I need it-”

“I know,” Ollie said simply. And with that she kept going, fingers buried inside her, sharp pressure on her nipple, hungry thrusts against her ass. Refusing to give Lara what she needed, keeping her so close to perfect pleasure, but not resolving the torment.

“ Ollie,” she gasped. She was not coping, she needed this-

“I like you too much like this,” Ollie ground out. “You’re so hot when you don’t get what you want. I can feel how much you need it,” she panted. “You’re dripping wet.”

Lara could do nothing but moan. She’d never felt desperation like this. She let go of Ollie’s thigh, determined to relieve the pressure herself but Ollie pushed her in harder against the bench stopping her hand from reaching its destination. The edge of the bench was hard against her torso, her hips trapped between Ollie and the firm surface.

“I don’t think so,” Ollie stopped her. “I think you might just have to do it without any touch at all.”

“I can’t-” Lara was so pent up she was almost sobbing. “Please-”

“I know…” Ollie’s voice got low and sympathetic even as she ground herself harder against her ass. “You can’t come, can you honey? It’s making you so wild.”

“Do you want me to beg?” she managed, not one care left for her own dignity, her body burning like a fire.

“Oh, I’d love to hear you beg,” Ollie said, her voice tight, “it won’t help you though. You’re just going to have to get through this aren’t you, baby?”

Something in Lara snapped. Ollie’s clear arousal at edging Lara within an inch of her life, the easy dominance, the rough treatment, the softness of Ollie’s little endearments - honey, baby - accompanied by an even sharper squeeze on her nipple and suddenly her whole body clenched on the fingers wedged deep inside her, intense pleasure rippling out from her nipple to her clit as sure as if she’d been touched there. Lara came apart , her cry almost panicked with the shock of the release as she felt Ollie’s hips jerk furiously against her, heard Ollie’s cry join hers, both of them crumpling into each other with the intensity of the shared orgasm .

Lara went limp, her head falling on her arm against the bench, gasping as Ollie dragged her fingers out. She could hear Ollie breath roughly behind her. Then, Ollie pulled her up, gathered her into her arms and held her against her body, dropping a soft kiss against her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” her voice was gentle.

Lara was momentarily lost for words.

“You’re a… terrible person,” she managed, even as her hands came up to encircle Ollie’s waist. Ollie pulled back to search her eyes. Whatever she saw in them made her smile.

“Made you come pretty hard though,” she pointed out. Lara couldn’t argue with that. Ollie’s face got serious. “There’s this dynamic here,” she pointed between them, “that I can’t help but find seriously hot.” Lara watched her face. She couldn’t argue with that either. “But I never want to push you somewhere you don’t want to go.”

Lara felt her knees get weak all over again.

“I wanted that,” she assured her. “I mean, it was torture, ” she amended. “But I liked it.”

Ollie looked relieved .

“I just don’t want you to think you have to be up for anything,” she said cautiously. “Hot girl pressure to take whatever’s dished out. Because believe me, I’ll be thrilled just to get to touch you in any way at all.”

Lara bit her lip.

“God,” she said. “How are you so nasty and so sweet at the same time?” She shook her head. She said it like she was teasing, like the word sweet was a taunt, but she really meant it. Men had tried getting a little rough with her before, but not one of them had made her feel safe enough to enjoy it. She gazed at Ollie, her voice dropping low. “If there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I don’t take anything I don’t want to take. Not anymore.”

“Okay,” Ollie slipped a lock of Lara’s hair softly behind her ear. Lara felt the touch all the way through her. “Good.”

“Do you want a safe word?”

Ollie’s eyes went wide. She chewed her bottom lip.

“Are you saying you might want to get a little more kinky with me?” she clarified quietly.

Lara couldn’t help her smile at the hopefulness Ollie was trying very hard to hide.

“I’m saying,” she leaned up to kiss her mouth, “that I’m into you.” She swallowed. Oh god, that was slightly more truthful than she’d intended. “I’m into this,” she amended. “I’m kind of struggling to think of anything I might not enjoy taking from you if you want to dish it out.”

“Lara,” Ollie’s voice was low. “If you’re trying to make me come right now without even touching me-” Lara felt a small laugh fall out her mouth at Ollie’s seriousness. “I’m just saying it’s working.”

“So a safe word.” Lara watched Ollie’s dark eyes flare. “Probably should be something really unsexy. Something you know I’d never say in the heat of the moment.” She pretended to think. “Soccer,” she said decisively.

Ollie’s jaw dropped.

“Oh,” she said darkly, “I’m going to find a way to make you take that back. It’s just been so long since you’ve seen me getting hot and sweaty and winning all the time that you’ve forgotten how good it is.”

Lara leaned back.

“Hot and sweaty and winning all the time. Isn’t that exactly what I just witnessed?”