“OLLIE!” I WHISPER-SHOUTED WHEN I felt the head of my dick slide into his throat. I stilled my hips so I wouldn’t hurt him. I expected him to pull back right away, but my Ollie was full of surprises. I felt his puffs of air against my pelvis as he breathed in and out of his nose before he swallowed around my cock. “God, I won’t last. You feel too good.”
Ollie eased off then, slowly letting my cock slide from his mouth. He licked his lips that were wet, shiny, and indecent, matching the hunger in his eyes which looked almost black with lust. The Golden Boy I adored was replaced by someone darker, dirtier, and maybe a little depraved. I craved to know this side of him, wanted to do the dirtiest things to this man who sometimes felt untouchable with his goodness. I hardly recognize the man with the cocky sneer who knew he rocked me to my core and relished every fucking second of it.
“You’re wearing too much,” I told him. “I need to see your skin—touch it.”
Ollie pulled his charcoal gray Henley over his head, baring his dark, olive-toned skin to me. I wanted to touch everywhere all at once, but I started with his hard nipples. I circled the furled buds with my thumbs, feeling them get even tighter. He leaned forward and nipped one of the V-shaped muscles of my pelvis before nuzzling his nose at the juncture of my thigh.
“Lie down,” I said. “This isn’t fair.”
“To whom? I’m happy right where I’m at.”
“It isn’t fair to me,” I said. “I need to be able to touch you and feel you too. I’ve always wanted to test out the sturdiness of this chair, and I think now is a perfect time.”
“Here? Now?”
“Don’t you trust yourself to be quiet?” I teased. “Would you like to borrow one of Lady Bea’s scarves to bite down on?” I thought Ollie’s eyes were going to roll back in his head. “There’s a dirty, dirty boy who lives just beneath the surface of your golden goodness,” I said, dropping to my knees between his spread legs. “Lie back and let me help you discover him, Ollie.”
I kept my eyes locked on his when I reached for the button of his jeans. Instead of stopping me, he reclined back on his elbows to make it easier for me to unfasten and unzip his jeans. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down his legs then I removed his Converse so I could finish undressing him.
Ollie scooted back until he reclined against the angled back of the chaise, allowing me to feast my eyes on his beauty. His dark eyes dared me to take what I wanted, and I wasn’t about to pass up on his offer. I’d rushed headlong into relationships before and regretted it, but I knew it was different with Ollie. Everything would be different with Ollie.
I rose swiftly and retrieved the condoms and lubricant from my bedside table. When I turned back toward the chair, Ollie had one hand tucked under his head and the other lazily stroked his cock. I could see the head was flushed and wet, eager to know me just as mine was eager to know him. I couldn’t let another minute pass before I knew his taste too.
I set the condoms and lube on the small table next to the chair then lowered myself to kneel on the chaise between Ollie’s feet. I leaned forward, bracing my hands next to his hips and lowered myself down until the bottom half of my body hung over the edge of the chaise, and I was up close and personal with his cock. Ollie released his erection and wrapped his hand around the back of my head, gently urging me down lower. This was the boldness I’d seen briefly in the texts he sent and the flashes of heat I’d seen in his eyes. He wasn’t a man who struggled to figure out what he wanted; he knew, and he took it.
I licked my lips suggestively to wet them and entice him to lose his mind. Ollie pressed his fingers tightly against my scalp and growled, his bicep bulging with tension. I parted my lips and licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone, around and around, capturing his essence on my tongue.
“Archie,” Ollie whimpered. I loved that I could change him from a dominating man to a moaning, needy slut with a few little flicks of the tongue. “I-I need…” His words trailed off when I sucked him to the root just like he’d done to me. I knew exactly what he needed, and I was going to give it to him. Ollie’s mouth fell open for a silent yell and his fingers tangled almost painfully in my hair when I started working his length in and out of my mouth.
Ollie raised his hips every time I lowered my mouth, pushing into my throat. He lowered his other arm so he could trace my lips where they stretched to accommodate his girth. I could tell when he was getting close because his hips lost their smooth rhythm and his thrusts became short and choppy. Ollie grunted with need as he chased his orgasm then pitifully moaned when I pulled off his cock.
“Not so fast. I have big plans for this,” I said, stroking Ollie’s cock from root to tip. I practically purred as I climbed my way up his body and straddled his hips. “When you come, I want your cock buried deep inside me. Nothing else will do tonight.”
Ollie nodded, appearing to be incapable of speech at the moment. I leaned forward and captured his lips in a hot, demanding kiss while reaching for the condom packet off the table. Ollie slid both hands in my hair, holding me in place while he took over the kiss, dominating me as I’d never experienced before. I tore the wrapper open with trembling hands then slid the condom expertly down his length. Ollie hissed when I stroked him with a lube-slicked hand before I began stretching my ass to receive him.
I pulled back from the kiss long enough to align Ollie’s cock against my hole. I slowly pressed down against his erection, moaning when the broad head nudged me open.
“Go slow, Arch,” Ollie whispered against my lips. His hand went to my hips, slowing my descent. It burned as Ollie stretched me wide, reminding me how long it had been since I’d fucked something besides my fist. It felt so damn good, and I couldn’t contain the whimpers of pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Nice and slow.”
“Ollie,” I said, his name falling from my lips like a prayer. “I-I…” My words trailed off when I was fully seated on his cock.
“I got you, Arch.” He kissed and licked my neck while I adjusted to him. Ollie ran his hands up and down my back and slid them back into my hair, arching my neck to give him access. He brushed his scruffy chin over my collarbone and my neck, leaving his mark against my skin. Then his skilled hands gripped my hips and rocked me forward just the slightest bit to create friction inside. “You feel so good, baby. So tight.”
The slanted back of the chaise made sex a little awkward, and it took a few attempts to find the right angle so I could feel the friction and penetration where I needed it. Reverse cowboy would’ve worked better, but I wasn’t willing to sacrifice looking into Ollie’s eyes when he came inside me the first time. Ollie reclined fully against the back of the chaise, and I leaned in the opposite direction, bracing my weight with my hands on the cushions of the chaise. I arched my back and lifted my hips so Ollie could thrust upward inside me, giving him one hell of a show. He could see every inch of his cock sliding in and out of my ass.
Ollie growled and fucked faster and deeper inside me, our skin slapping together to create a delicious sound. “I need you to come, Archie. I need you to come quick.” Pleasure mounted and built inside me from the delicious friction and Ollie’s cock nudging my prostate. I was so close, but I needed something to push me over the edge. I braced my weight on one hand and began working my cock with the other. Ollie held onto one of my hips while his other hand reached up and tweaked my nipples.
“Come now, Arch.” I came long and hard, splattering his chest and stomach with my cum while moaning his name. I savored the lusty growls rumbling from him as he slammed his hips upward, fucking me harder and chasing his climax.
“Yes, baby!” he said, his sexy body tensing all over as he thrust up inside me once more, spilling inside me. I knew I’d wear bruises on my skin where he gripped my hips, but I looked forward to seeing his marks. “It was even better than I imagined it would be,” Ollie said, relaxing into the chair with a sated smile. My Golden Boy had returned, and I was the reason for the serene expression on his face. “You’re so beautiful, Archie.”
I leaned over him and brushed the wet hair off his forehead. “You’re the beautiful one, Ollie. You take my breath away.” I dropped a sweet kiss on his swollen lips then reached between our joined bodies to secure the condom while I eased off his softening erection. “Want to get cleaned up before we hit the road?”
I saw some of his satisfaction dim because my question reminded him of the heavy conversation we agreed to have on the way to his house. I owed him an explanation about why religion impacted me so negatively, and he wanted to know more about Ryder. The man from my past had zero impact on my future, but Ollie wasn’t persuaded. So, I needed to convince him. “I’m not getting ready to tell you I was molested by a priest if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not sure what I’m thinking, to be honest. I know you have serious issues with religion and finding out I was a pastor sent you running from me. I don’t want you to feel like you need to run from me ever again, Arch.”
I extended a hand to him, and he accepted it. We took a quick shower even though we both wanted to linger longer, learning the planes and valleys of one another’s bodies while the water ran in rivulets over us. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more at that moment than to make Ollie hard again and finish off the blow job I started earlier before he returned the favor, but it was getting late, and we still had a thirty-minute drive to his house. I suspected sleep would elude both of us, but I knew Ollie needed to get as much rest as he could before his sermon the following morning. I didn’t want to be the reason he faltered in front of his congregation.
“I forgot about dessert,” I said when I opened the door and saw the paper bag on the seat.
“Pretty sure I forgot my name back there until you moaned it,” Ollie said. He reached over and cupped my face tenderly. “Ready?” I knew he meant for more than just the drive through the creepy corn fields.
I nodded. “I called Mamma on the ride over here. At first, she was irritated I was interrupting her Magnum PI time, but she got over it when she realized I would be meeting her at church in the morning.”
“Is your mom devout?” Ollie asked as he drove through my quiet neighborhood.
“She used to be,” I said softly. “I guess you would say she never lost her faith in God, but she lost her respect for the Catholic church.” Ollie glanced over at me quickly. “My father was a very abusive man, and my mom sought counsel from her priest when she decided to leave him. You might’ve heard divorce is frowned upon in the Catholic church.”
“They’re not the only religion putting ancient words before people, Arch. I’m not making excuses for her priest, but she would’ve probably received the same advice had she sought counsel from a preacher, a minister, a reverend, or pastor. They’re trained to believe the sanctity of marriage comes before a person’s needs and wants.”
“Even if all the person wants is to live in peace without violence?”
“Of course not, baby,” Ollie said softly. It was ridiculous how much I liked hearing him call me baby. “These are the same people who brainwash parents into abandoning their children. It’s a good thing God forgives because I can’t. Not when it comes to young lives getting destroyed.”
“So much passion,” I whispered. “It’s too bad my mom didn’t have a spiritual leader like you.”
“What happened, Arch?”
“The priest wanted to counsel my parents to help save their marriage. My mother wasn’t a foolish woman. She knew my dad wouldn’t be interested in getting help and would be furious she spoke of their problems to a stranger. She told the priest she feared for her life, Ollie. Do you know what he did? He went against my mom’s wishes and spoke to my father after mass the following weekend. You see, my dad could sell water to a drowning man. He looked the part of the doting husband and father in public but would beat me for playing with my cousin’s dolls and knock my mom nearly unconscious if she didn’t have dinner on the table at the right time. He was a fucking monster.”
“Baby,” Ollie whispered, reaching over and holding my hand.
“Cops were called to our house at least once a week by our neighbors. My mom was too terrified to press charges though. She knew the only way to live was to escape. The thing about abusive spouses is they find a way to alienate you from everyone who loves you. My mom was convinced her family wouldn’t want anything to do with her, and she’d lost all her friends. All she had, all she was permitted to have was my dad and me. No job. No friends. Nothing but the three of us. It was the only way he could control her.
“Mom must have realized the rage simmering inside my dad was worse than usual. She sent me to my room after mass and demanded I stay there until she came and got me.” I swallowed hard because it was still difficult to think about thirty years later. “The screaming and fighting were so much louder, Ollie. I could hear furniture getting shoved aside, things crashing onto the floor and shattering, and my mom sobbing and screaming as she tried to fend him off. This time, the cops arrived during the disturbance instead of afterward. My dad was in such a rage, and I later learned he took a swing at one of the officers with a ball bat. I will never forget how loud the gunshot sounded in our small home.”
“Arch.” Ollie squeezed my hand. “I want to hold you right now.”
“You can hold me when we get to your house.” I wasn’t ashamed to admit I wanted his affection and gentle touch. “The officer who shot my dad saved our lives in more ways than one. He couldn’t walk away from the traumatized woman and her terrified little boy. We had nowhere to go, and he didn’t want to drop us off at a shelter. He took us home with him, and it’s where we stayed until Mamma found a job and got on her feet. Ryan Lassiter became my mom’s best friend, the best honorary uncle a kid could have, and the man I turned to when I realized I was gay. Everything good I have in my life, I owe to him.”
“Ryan’s Place,” Ollie said softly. “Every day you honor his memory the best way you know how.”
“I try.”
“You succeed,” Ollie countered.
“So, you can see why I bolted from you when we first met.”
Ollie nodded. “You didn’t run too fast, and you didn’t run very far.”
“Maybe I wanted you to catch me, Golden Boy. My soul knew what my heart was afraid to believe.”
“There are no words I can offer to make up for the callous way your mother was treated. I understand why people walk away from churches and religion; I can’t blame them. I also know God doesn’t stop loving his children when they take a step back. I’m here to offer love, support, and guidance for those who need to feel a connection to something bigger than themselves. I want to be a friend to those who don’t believe too. All anyone really wants is to feel love and acceptance, and it’s what I offer to my congregation. I don’t claim to have the magic answers to the world’s problems or a direct line to the man upstairs. I can promise I’d never turn my back on someone like your mom who sought my help.”
“I know, Ollie. Mamma knows it too.”
The mood was still pretty heavy when we got back to Ollie’s place. He held me in his arms like he said he would, and I pulled from his strength. Ollie ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead, my nose, and my lips before leading me into his bedroom and undressing us both because I was suddenly without the energy to do the simplest things. Once we were beneath the sheets, Ollie rested his head on my chest and curled his arm over my waist.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that Ryder guy,” he said just as I was drifting to sleep.
“Who?” I asked sleepily. “Pretty sure I was born again tonight.” Ollie’s warm chuckle followed me into my dreams.