Chapter Forty-seven
Robyn
‘Hmmm. I could get used to waking up to this view.’
Oliver’s murmured words fluttered into my mind, breaking me from my drowsy state and making me blink lazily.
I was warm, cosy, and wrapped in the scent of Oliver’s aftershave which lingered on the duvet, and the man in question was currently rubbing his nose back and forth over the tip of mine.
I grinned, absorbing the lovely attention with a satisfied sigh. Blinking again, I realised there was one thing wrong with the scene – he wasn’t in the bed with me, but standing beside it. I frowned when I noticed that not only was it still dark outside the curtains, but Oliver was almost fully dressed, too.
He smelled shower fresh, and looked perky and wide awake, which was a far cry from how I felt. Oliver stood back and continued to button up his shirt, but his eyes remained locked on mine.
‘What time is it?’ My voice was groggy, and as I cleared my throat I saw Oliver grinning at me.
‘Five-thirty.’
Five-thirty? ‘What? It’s Saturday! Are you crazy? It’s still the middle of the night!’ Flopping back onto my pillow, I tried to pull the duvet over my head only to have it ripped away from me again as Oliver chuckled loudly.
‘Not so fast, cariño.’
My fists gripped the remaining sliver of the blanket in a desperate attempt to keep my warm cocoon, but Oliver was ruthless, tickling the soles of my feet until I was giggling so hard that I let go and allowed him to haul me into his arms. ‘I have to pop to the office briefly this morning for a video meeting with a client in China. We’re working on their time schedule, hence my early start.’
The feel of his warmth as he gripped me to his strong chest was all it took to get me to stop my wriggling, and I flopped against his crisp shirt with a sigh.
‘You can stay in bed, if you wish, but I’m not sure how long I’ll be, so I was going to give you a lift home to save you battling the trains. And facing a further grilling from Val,’ he added with a grin. ‘It’s your choice.’
Hmm. Staying in bed was tempting, but Oliver had a point; as much as I liked his aunt, I’d only just met her, so I wouldn’t feel comfortable chilling in his house while he wasn’t there. Besides, he was right about the journey from his house to my flat – it took four different line changes on the Underground, and was a bit of a nightmare. Being in his bed alone wouldn’t be nearly as much fun, either, so a lift would be easier, and I was awake now.
After pondering it for a second, I nodded. ‘OK. I’ll take the lift. Thanks.’
Oliver placed a kiss on my nose and nodded. ‘Good. I’ll come to your place as soon I’m done at work.’
‘Let’s grab a quick breakfast first. Here, put this on just in case Val is up and about.’ Seeing how bloody early it was, I highly doubted that she would be, but I accepted his offering of a plain black T-shirt for me, and as I slid it on, he looped a maroon tie around his neck and knotted it with swift perfection.
‘I don’t think I can eat yet. It’s too early,’ I grumbled, thinking longingly about the extra three hours’ sleep I would have been getting if I’d slept at my own place last night. Mind you, I wouldn’t have fallen asleep in Oliver’s arms, so I think it was worth the sacrifice. Just.
‘I also have coffee,’ he offered helpfully as he held a hand out for me to take. ‘Real coffee, from freshly ground beans.’
‘Now you’re talking my language.’ Ignoring his outstretched arm, I jerked my thumb at the en suite. ‘I need to pee, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.’
After I’d done my business, brushed my teeth, and had a quick wash I joined Oliver in the kitchen and found him adding some jam to the top of several slices of toast.
He greeted me with another grin, and nodded towards one of the tall stools at the breakfast bar. ‘Perfect timing.’
Placing down the plate, he didn’t sit on the stool beside me as I’d thought he would, but instead remained standing and gently pushed his way between my legs.
He picked up a slice of toast and held it to my lips, and even though I hadn’t thought I was hungry, the sugary-sweet smell had my mouth salivating in no time. I took a bite, then Oliver did the same, the two of us sharing the slice as he remained firmly planted between my legs.
We were just coming to the end of the second slice, when Oliver’s free hand lowered and rested on my bare thigh. He was still feeding me toast, but as I took another bite, he began to trail his other hand up my leg and under the hem of the T-shirt.
Seeing as he’d dragged me out of bed, I wasn’t wearing any knickers yet, and Oliver’s eyes widened as he discovered this fact. ‘You’re going commando?’
I nodded my reply, and in response Oliver brushed his fingertips across my landing strip then briefly dipped lower to my core, and I couldn’t help but suck in a shocked gasp.
‘Did that hurt? Are you sore from yesterday, or are your bruises still painful?’ he asked, concern flitting over his face as he discarded the toast on the plate and hunkered down so he could look directly in my eyes.
The bruises from Dominic’s whip were still visible as yellowy stripes around my midsection, but had mostly healed now, apart from one where the whip had gone deeper and torn the skin. The scab on that one was itchy as hell.
But today’s pain and sudden intake of breath had nothing to do with them. Today’s pain was a good kind; it was the lingering feeling of where Oliver had been buried deep and hard within me last night, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip as I shook my head. ‘My bruises are fine. And I’m not sore from yesterday’s session, just a bit sensitive,’ I replied with a blush, my core clenching as I remembered his games with the ice cubes, and just how hard he’d taken me against his kitchen wall and again in his bed.
‘Let’s see if I can make it better.’ He was still gently exploring between my legs with his fingers. Then, before I could even register what he was doing, Oliver crouched down and ran a gentle lick of his tongue up my core.
‘What about Valarie?’ If his aunt walked in now, I’d die of embarrassment.
He dismissed my concerns with a silencing “shush” against my core, and my nerve endings exploded with pleasure. It only took a couple of desire-filled seconds for me to give up trying to reason with him. Instead, I clutched at his shoulder as a delighted gasp tore up my throat. I certainly hadn’t expected this to be part of my breakfast.
Oliver’s tongue massaged over my slightly sore flesh, soothing my opening, teasing my clit, and licking and sucking every single spot in between.
‘Oliver … more … please …’ It was heavenly, and regardless of my tenderness, I wanted more. I lolled back on the kitchen surface, panting, and as he stood back up again I heard the sound of his zipper lowering.
Lifting my head, I watched him palm his erection as he nudged his way back between my thighs again. ‘Let me know if it’s too much,’ he murmured as the broad head of his cock brushed against my needy opening.
It was always too much with Oliver; too much sensation, too many feelings, too much to comprehend, but that was what made it so overwhelmingly good.
The stool was almost the perfect height, but I tilted my hips to help him get the correct angle, and sat myself up again. Nodding his appreciation, Oliver began easing forwards just a little as he started to push inside.
Oliver took his time, giving me each inch in a painstakingly slow manoeuvre that had me clawing at his arms in desperation and trying to speed him up by wrapping my legs around his waist. He was having none of it, though, and simply pushed my legs wider and continued in his unhurried pace until he was buried within me to the hilt.
Instead of starting to thrust, Oliver leaned around me, picked up a piece of toast, and lifted it to my mouth again. I was hot, horny, and filled with his dick and he wanted me to eat? A shocked giggle broke in my throat, and I shook my head. ‘No, thank you. Your cock has me a little too distracted to eat.’
Oliver barked out a laugh, then took a bite of the toast and gave a gentle roll of his hips which hit every sensitive spot perfectly and had me moaning and wrapping my arms around his neck.
‘Well here’s our conundrum, because I need to eat, but I also need to fuck you,’ he explained in a completely serious tone. ‘My meeting this morning is very important, I can’t miss it, and I need to leave soon, so we’ll have to multi-task.’
Seriously? Judging from the look in his eyes, he was deadly serious. The toast was still hanging in front of my lips, so I hesitantly took a small nibble and was immediately rewarded with a thrust of his hips. Taking another bite got me the same result, and I groaned as I swallowed.
That was how he was going to play this, was it?
Over the next few minutes it became blindingly obvious that yes, it was exactly how Oliver was going to play it, and every bite of food I took was rewarded with a thrust of his hips. It was far less vigorous than last night, but with his skilled rolls, thrusts, and grinds, I was soon approaching a climax.
Oliver popped the final bite of toast into his mouth. After swallowing it, he leaned forwards and licked my lower lip, removing a trace of jam then kissing me deeply.
He shifted his hands to my hips, and his moves became more urgent – still gentle, but just a little quicker – and it was all I needed to send me over the edge. I suppressed my cry of pleasure by kissing him deeper and gripping at his shirt until it was a crumpled mess in my fists. Pleasure exploded in my system, and my channel clamped around him, and in response Oliver growled into my mouth and began to circle his hips before suddenly pressing forwards and stilling as I felt his cock twitch and jerk with his own release.
He worked us both down with several slow rolls of his hips then lifted his head so he could join our gaze. ‘Well, that certainly beats eating breakfast at my desk,’ he commented, his eyes twinkling wickedly. He grabbed some kitchen roll, gently eased himself from within me, wiped us both clean and zipped up his trousers again.
‘Perhaps we should move you in, then I could enjoy mornings like this every day.’ The words were said so casually that, at first, I found myself agreeing and nodding happily. But then it hit me what he’d actually said.
Move me in?
What? Woah. He couldn’t mean that, could he?
I must have looked shocked, because Oliver gave a small shrug and made an attempt at straightening out his scrunched shirt. ‘Don’t look so panicked. It was just an idea, but I’m a patient man, I can wait.’ As easily as he’d said it, Oliver seemed to dismiss the idea, turning from me and pulling on his jacket before moving our plate to the dishwasher.
‘We’ll leave in about ten minutes, so you’ve got time for a shower if you’re quick.’
He continued to tidy around, wiping the counter and humming under his breath, but as I wobbled my way upstairs to the bathroom I couldn’t quite dismiss his comment as easily.
Once I’d had a speedy shower and dressed, I returned downstairs to find Oliver by the front door, fiddling with his phone. He didn’t mention the “maybe we should move you in” comment again, and so neither did I, although I couldn’t deny that it certainly lingered in my mind.
The drive back was surprisingly quick at this time of the morning, and when we arrived back at my flat Oliver insisted on walking me up to my door because it was still quite dark outside. I’d like to think this was just because he was a gentleman, but I was pretty sure it had more to do with how overwhelmingly protective he was of me these days.
Not that I was going to complain. After the Dominic situation, it was kinda nice to have my very own drop-dead gorgeous guardian angel.
Once again, Oliver laid one of his stunning parting kisses on me. Then he set off, leaving me in a lusty, loved-up bubble and staring at him as he went.
Oliver was halfway down the corridor when he turned and glanced back at me, grinning when he caught me watching him. ‘Hey, before I forget …’ He dug into his trouser pocket and pulled something out before tossing it in my direction. ‘Catch!’
I did catch it, just, lurching forwards and engaging all my long-buried rounders skills to wrap my fingers around the small bundle. Looking down, I saw a small, folded leather pouch of some kind, and frowned. ‘What is it?’
‘A key to my place. If you’re brave enough to face Valarie’s non-stop inquisitions, then you’re welcome round anytime.’
A key to his house? My eyes widened, and I tried desperately to suppress my excited squeal. A key was a big deal, wasn’t it? A really big deal.
Looking back at Oliver, I saw a soft, affectionate smile on his lips. ‘I wouldn’t want to terrify you by asking you to move in again, so this will do for now, hmm?’ He winked at me, and pushed open the door to the stairwell. ‘See you soon, cariño.’ Then, before I could even say anything about his gesture, he was gone, and I was left with just the sound of his shoes trotting down the steps.
My fist was still gripped around the pouch, and so, looking down, I saw a small press stud and flicked it open. Just as he had said, it contained a shiny silver key. The leather was some sort of purpose-made key holder, with a loop sewn into the top that held the key safely nestled inside.
Well I never. Grinning like a complete idiot, I carefully closed the pouch again and clutched it to my chest as I stepped inside my flat and closed the door. Looking down at the soft brown leather again, I let out a squeal of excitement and couldn’t help but jig on the spot.
‘Well, someone’s certainly in a good mood. Oliver’s aunt must be quite the entertainer,’ Sasha commented in amusement as she wandered into the kitchen, wrapped in her dressing gown and pouring herself a coffee.
Chloe entered, too, but she was dressed in her work clothes. She wrestled Sasha aside and grabbed a mug. ‘So the mystery blonde from the office is just his aunt?’
I looked at my concerned friends and nodded. ‘Yep. His dad’s sister. She’s been staying with him for a few months, but he was too embarrassed to tell me.’
Sasha took a sip of her coffee and groaned her appreciation. ‘Why?’
‘Because he’s a grown man and thought it sounded lame to say he shared a house with his aunt. He knows it was stupid to hide it.’
‘Fair play, I guess. Is she nice?’ Chloe asked, picking up a bagel.
‘Yes, she was lovely. Thank goodness.’
‘I’m really glad it’s all cleared up.’ Chloe nodded happily and left in the direction of her room to finish getting ready.
As I slid off my handbag I once again felt the key pouch in my hand and smiled.
‘Has Oliver fucked that smile onto your face?’ Sasha asked with a wicked chuckle as she handed me a steaming cup of java from the jug.
‘Sasha!’ I chided, amazed that she still managed to shock me with her crudity from time to time.
‘What? I’m just saying he’s a keeper if he makes you grin like that.’
My shock softened, and I found a soppy smile spreading on my face again. ‘Yeah. I think he’s a keeper, too,’ I admitted, opening up the pouch again and letting the key dangle down.
Sasha looked at it, then at me, with confusion growing on her face.
‘It’s a key to his house. He just gave it to me.’
‘Wow, Rob, this is big news!’ She grabbed the key from me and examined it, before frowning. ‘Holy shit! You’re not moving in with him, are you?’
‘No!’ I shook my head, but couldn’t stop his earlier words repeating in my mind. Nor could I deny that the idea definitely held an appeal for me. To be with him all the time would be amazing. But it was way too soon for that.
Wasn’t it?
Of course it was. His words had just been a joke. Hadn’t they? Brushing aside my multitude of unanswered questions, I snatched the key back and tucked it safely inside my handbag. ‘It’s just so I can visit anytime I like, that’s all.’
‘Hmm. Sure it is. Why live in his gigantic London mansion when you can share this tiny flat with me and Chlo, huh?’
‘Oh shush. I’m not moving in with him.’ I dumped my bag down on the armchair, kicked off my shoes, and watched Sasha as she poured a bowl of cereal and sat on the sofa.
‘I’ve seen how protective he is of you now. I give you a month, max, before you move in with him.’ Sasha shovelled in a mouthful of cornflakes.
‘You’re moving out?’ Chloe squawked as she came dashing back into the lounge with an empty tampon box in her hand.
‘No!’ I repeated. ‘Oliver just gave me a key to his place, that’s all.’
Chloe nodded, a smile spreading on her lips. ‘Exciting!’ She waggled the box and grimaced. ‘I’d love to stay and gossip, but some of us have to work on Saturdays, and I just came on. The bathroom box is empty. Either of you got a tampon?’
We all shared our toiletry supplies, so whoever was organised enough to spot when we were running low would normally buy some more. It was usually me, but I couldn’t recall having bought any recently, which would serve as a lesson to these two that they should also take some responsibility for the shopping every now and then.
‘If the box is empty then we’re out,’ Sasha chipped in, helpfully stating the obvious.
I grabbed my handbag, chucked Chloe the emergency tampon I kept in the side pocket, and made a mental note to replace it before my period was due.
‘Thanks, you’re a life saver!’ She clutched it dramatically to her chest and grinned at me. ‘OK, I’m off to work. You two can carry on discussing Oliver and all the pervy things you do together.’
Giggling, I settled myself on the sofa beside Sasha, a blush spreading on my cheeks as my mind flitted back to my kitchen encounter with Oliver this morning. With his aunt in the same house, that had been a seriously risky session.
‘Ugh. Stop it,’ Sasha warned, screwing up her face.
Genuinely confused, I turned to her. ‘Stop what?’
‘You get this really dopey look on your face when you think about having sex with Oliver,’ she informed me, raising her eyebrows knowingly. ‘It’s not appropriate when I’m trying to eat.’
Did I? A flush spread across my cheeks, but then Sasha was hardly one to talk. How many times had I had to endure her gushed morning-after chats when one of her numerous men had left the apartment? Countless times, that’s how many, and believe me when I say that she never held back on the details. Ugh.
‘I obviously learned that look from you, then,’ I replied snappily, a little put out that I was obviously so transparent to everyone in my life.
‘Then you’re learning from the best.’ She grinned as we bumped shoulders affectionately, then she put her empty bowl down. ‘So, seeing as I’ve finished breakfast now, and we’re on the subject of sex, care to share your most recent encounter with me?’ she asked, her eyes twinkling with wicked glee.
My cheeks were already burning from this whole conversation, so I decided to just indulge her. ‘He shagged me on the kitchen counter this morning while feeding me breakfast.’
‘Ho-ly-fuck-a-duck!’ Sasha slapped her hands to her cheeks dramatically. ‘God, your sex life at the moment sounds bloody brilliant. I’m so jealous! It’s been at least two weeks since I got laid.’
Two measly weeks? Her weekend had probably only been “dry” because all the shit that happened to me probably distracted her from finding someone to shag. Throwing my head back, I laughed hard, but then had to concede that my sex life was pretty fricking awesome at the moment, and nodded with a grin. Sex had never been this good, and Oliver was incredible.
Checking that the key he’d given me was still nestled in my bag, I smiled. ‘He’s quite a force of nature.’ I agreed, sipping my coffee and letting out a satisfied sigh.