7. Oli

7

OLI

I don't know how I got this lucky.

Eight hours ago, I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, crying over Geoff, of all people. Now, I'm wrapped up in a literal Greek God, straddling him on my couch.

Adonis's hands are roaming all over my body, from my shoulders to my waist and down to the curve of my ass. His hands are strong and huge and I can't wait to feel those thick fingers inside me.

But for now, he seems content to devour me. We haven't even taken off our jackets or shoes, and I can't bring myself to care. Not when he's kissing me more thoroughly than I've ever been kissed before, not even when Geoff and I were still in the honeymoon phase, if we ever had one. Our tongues slide against each other, and his teeth nip my lower lip, making me moan into his mouth.

‘Oh my God,' Adonis growls. He's rock-hard - and huge, if what I'm feeling underneath me is any indication. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs my head back, drawing a breathy whimper from me. How did he know I like to be manhandled? ‘Look at you.'

I flush, because this man is gorgeous, far more gorgeous than anyone I've ever been with. My hands are splayed on his chest, and I trace down his impressive pecs to the ridges of his abs, which are well-defined enough to make my mouth water. He's lean, but in a way that clearly shows he spends a lot of time at the gym. ‘Look at you.'

‘I'm nothing to look at, Honey.' I almost start to argue with him, because he looks like he means it, like he genuinely doesn't know how handsome he is. But then he leans forward and bites my neck hard enough to bruise. I want him to bite me all over until I'm black and blue. ‘But you? You're the most stunning creature I've ever had my hands on. I'm going to ravish you.'

Adonis brings his hands back to my hips and flips us so that I'm underneath him. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, which grinds my aching cock against his. I close my eyes and moan.

He's all over me, around me, his cologne filling my nose and intoxicating me. His hand finds the waistband of my pants, and for a moment I think he's about to unbutton them and finally get a hand around my dick, but he just gently tugs my shirt out and slides a warm, broad hand up underneath and across the ridges of my ribs.

It's nearly as good. His thumb brushes over my nipple and I arch up into him, totally unable to control myself. This man is driving me feral, and I'm so here for it. This is doing more than any amount of alcohol and ice cream to wipe the memories of the last few horrible days straight out of my mind.

If you can't get over Geoff, get under someone else.

Adonis is nipping at my ear now whilst continuing to tease me with his thumbnail, pain and pleasure mixing in just the way I like it. I'm leaking so much there's no way I haven't ruined my pants - God knows what the dry cleaner is going to say when I take this tux in - but I also have a sense that when I come, it's all going to be over. And I don't want the clock to strike midnight. If I'm Cinderella, and this is my ball, I never want it to end.

The man above me is panting, grinding into me so slowly that I wonder if he's even aware he's doing it. I let my hands wander and undo the buttons of his shirt, slipping my hands inside to find warm, taut skin. I wonder how he's gotten this fit, if he's gotten this body by doing something dangerous, like extreme sports or MMA or something like that. It makes him even more appealing, the thought that he's a person who lives on the edge.

I want him to take me to the edge.

Adonis' pupils are blown wide, his cheeks painted with colour. There's a sheen of sweat gathering on his chest that I want to lick off with my tongue. His lips are swollen from kissing. I can't wait to make him come completely undone.

‘Bedroom?' I rasp, hoping it's not too forward. Because while I wouldn't mind being fucked right here on the couch, I really could do with re-christening the bed. I don't want the last person to have been fucked in it to be some anonymous twink by my cheating ex-boyfriend.

‘Yes,' he growls, and then he's off the couch and picking me up like I weigh nothing, which makes me harder than I've been since I was a teenager.

New kink unlocked.

I point him up the stairs, down the hall, and to the bedroom and let him dump me on the bed and pull off my shoes for me. I lift my hips as he unbuttons my pants, making it easier for him to slide them off me. My socks are next, and then my jacket and shirt, until I'm left in my underwear, which he drags off too.

There's something about lying there, laid out like a meal for a man who's still fully dressed, studying me in the dim light coming from the windows, that makes me dizzy with want.

‘Are you just going to stand there?' I snap, motioning to him.

‘Don't worry,' he says, shedding his jacket and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He's moving slow, like this is my own personal ‘James Bond coming to strip for Oliver' fantasy come to life. ‘I'm not a tease. Not when I have you waiting for me.'

As he sheds his layers, I get a look at the well-honed muscles on his frame. He's got a fading tan, like he used to spend a lot of time in the sun. But they doesn't make him any less breathtaking, and then I don't care at all when he steps out of his underwear and his fucking huge cock springs free. It's totally perfect and looks hard enough to cut diamonds, and when I can't help myself and reach out, raising a brow until he nods his consent, I draw a finger down his impressive length. He gasps and steps forward, resting a knee on the bed, leaning down to kiss me with a hand on my ribs and another in my hair.

I pull him completely on top of me, the bed springs groaning with the added weight. Our hips slot together perfectly, the skin-on-skin feel of it beyond incredible. We're both clearly ready, and I'm just about done with the extended foreplay now that we're both naked and he's on top of me.

I fumble with the drawer pull of the nightstand, wrenching it open and pulling out a bottle of KY and a condom. I think if his cock isn't in me in the next ten minutes, I might die.

‘Go on, then,' I say, shifting my hips and nudging his hand downwards.

Adonis freezes.

All of a sudden, he looks less like he's into this and more like he's a deer in the headlights of a car, about to get run over. His mouth opens, but then closes again. He doesn't make a move for the lube, even though I pick it up and hold it in his face.

‘Do you…' I bite my lip, wondering where I misread things. ‘Do you want me to prep myself?' Some men get off on watching their partners do it, I know. It's not that I can't - it's that I was looking forward to having his fingers inside me, stretching and exploring.

‘Prep?' His brows draw together.

Oh my God.

It hits me then. He's never done this before.

‘Oh,' I say, my eyes wide. I can see him start to pull back, his eyes shuttering, but I grab his wrist and lock my legs back around his waist. He's not going anywhere.

‘I'm honoured to be your first,' I say. ‘It's a bit more complicated than with a woman - wait, have you been with a woman?'

This man doesn't kiss like a virgin, but I don't want to make assumptions.

Adonis is as red as a beet, but he nods. ‘Yeah, a few.'

The way he said a few sounded more like loads.

‘Alright.' I've never walked anyone through this - my first time was with a guy who'd already been there and a done that. ‘It's not too hard. You just need to loosen me up before you go for it. I mean, you're huge, I don't think I could take you with no warm-up. Even if I could, it would hurt like a bitch.'

He bites his lip, but he's breathing more steadily now. His hips meet mine again, sparks flying up my spine. ‘I don't want to hurt you.'

‘You won't.' I reach up to run fingers through his hair. He arches up into my touch like a cat being pet. ‘I promise. I'll walk you through it. Are you ready?'

I hope he says yes. I'm gagging for it. Not even the idea that I'm about to be fucked by a guy with no clue what he's doing dims my excitement.

Adonis nods. I grab his hand, making him shift his weight onto one forearm. I pop the cap on the lube and drizzle a generous amount onto his fingers. I change positions, hooking my legs over his shoulders, opening myself up. ‘Start with one. I'll tell you when to add another.'

He sucks in a breath, and the way he's wide-eyed and tentative shouldn't be as hot as it is. I don't care if this isn't the world's greatest fuck - it's worth it, just to see the expression on his face. I'm going to wank to this memory for the rest of my life.

The blunt tip of his finger presses against my entrance, and I focus on relaxing as he presses inside, so slowly that I think I might die. ‘Keep going,' I urge, ‘just like that.'

My body gives way for him, letting him in. He pulls back and then pushes in again, and completely by accident he hits the exact right spot inside me, making me yelp.

‘Did I hurt you?' Adonis freezes.

I push back against his finger, causing another burst of pleasure to race through me. I moan so loud that I'm sure the posh neighbours are hearing and having heart attacks. ‘The opposite,' I pant. ‘It's - That's exactly where you want to hit. Keep going like that and I'm going to come untouched.'

‘You can do that?' His mouth drops open, but he makes the tiniest circle with the tip of his finger. I clench around him.

‘Oh, love.' I roll my eyes. ‘You've clearly never met a prostate before, have you? You can add in another finger.'

I'm far more interested in continuing with the delicious stretch and burn of his fingers dragging in and out of me than I am in giving him an anatomy lesson. That can wait for later. I breathe in as he nudges another finger alongside the first, then urge him to pump them in and out, warming me up for his enormous cock.

I pull his head down to mine again and kiss him, wet and filthy, our tongues battling for dominance. He's pressing forward, bending me in half with his weight, and I want this man to snap me in two.

At my urging, Adonis adds a third finger, pulling them apart like I tell him to relax my muscles, all while grinding against my cock and testing the limits of my self-control. I can't believe I haven't come all over him already. But no way am I going to let this night pass without the ultimate prize.

‘I'm ready,' I gasp into his mouth when I can't take it anymore. I reach down and fist his cock, my hand barely getting around it. I know I'm small, but he's a monster. I stroke him a few times, but he hardly needs the help, rock hard and throbbing against my palm. I grab the condom with my other hand and rip open the packet with my teeth, rolling it on and then chasing it with a healthy drizzle of lube to make this easier. ‘Just go slow. I'll tell you when to push in more.'

Adonis lines the blunt, broad head of his cock up with my arse and nudges his hips forward such a tiny amount that nothing happens. I giggle. ‘Harder than that, darling.'

He tilts his forehead to mine and fists my hair in a hand. ‘Alright,' he growls.

His hips move, his cock slowly nudging against me, more insistently this time. I bear down against him and then he's in. I deliberately even out my breathing, telling my body to relax as I adjust. He's far bigger than anyone who's ever fucked me - and far, far bigger than Geoff was - but I can take it with just a bit of concentration.

‘Are you ok?' He's panting with the effort of holding back, his shoulders shivering under my touch. I rake nails down his back.

‘Yes,' I gasp out. ‘More.'

I urge him on until he's buried inside me, filling me up until I'm sure I can't take another inch, but then his hips meet my arse and my eyes practically roll back in my head.

‘Move,' I order, and sure as fuck he does.

Adonis may never have fucked a guy before, but now I wouldn't know it. He withdraws and then slams back in, and with the smallest tilt of my hips I adjust so that he hits me just right, making me cry out. He gets the idea, putting his hand on the back of my thigh and bringing my leg closer to my chest, continuing to thrust in and out and leave me breathless.

Sweat is dripping from his skin and his muscles are standing out from the motion. I'm torn between letting my eyes close and my head drop back onto the pillow so I can take it all in and memorise every sensation, and studying the exact way he's moving so that I can remember what he looks like in this moment for the rest of my life.

I'm never going to top this. Too bad this was a one-night deal.

His abs are perfect as I run a finger down them, counting every ridge. I work my hand down and around to his ass, feeling how perfectly firm it is as he moves in and out of me. I want to ride this man like a horse, but I'm also not stopping him for a second, even to change positions.

Adonis bites his lip, his eyes screwing shut, and I can tell he's close by the way his hips start to stutter, the motion growing less and less fluid. I release the chokehold I have on my pleasure, feeling the orgasm building at the base of my spine until the feeling is overwhelming.

‘I'm going to come,' I warn, sliding down into the all-encompassing, overwhelming sensation of bliss. He hasn't even touched me, my cock leaking between us. It doesn't matter, because three more thrusts of his hips have me spilling over, crying out as my inner muscles clench him tight.

My orgasm sets Adonis off, and he roars as he comes, slamming into me with so much power that my hips come off the bed, my climax drawing out until I'm almost sobbing with the pleasure. I can feel him pulsing inside me, and it goes on and on until he's finally collapsing on top of me in a sweaty, shattered mess.

‘Oh my fucking God,' he pants. ‘Holy shit.'

I'm loathe to be left empty, but I reach down and guide him out before he can soften, pulling off the condom and tossing it onto the floor. I nudge at his shoulder and he rolls off of me, wrapping me in his strong arms as I snuggle into his chest, my leg thrown over his abs.

This is perfect. I never want this moment to end.

I thought that maybe Adonis would fuck me once and then get up to leave, like maybe he has somewhere better to be. But he just lies there, carding a hand through my hair.

If he's not going to go, maybe I'm still Cinderella and have a few more hours until midnight. I'm going to make the most of every second.

‘So,' I say as we both catch our breath. ‘How long until round two?'