Thirty. Single. And always wanted for the wrong reasons….Definitely not the best energy to constantly be surrounded by, which makes me even more grateful for the things I have to counter it, like my turquoise tranquility crystal dangling from my wrist.
“I can’t believe Little L of all people is standing right here in front of me,” the stranger continues to gush, blocking my yellow brick road to more liquor. “Do you have any idea, like, who you are?”
“Nope. Forgot my ID bracelet. Doesn’t match this dress.”
To be fair, basically nothing matches this dress including the accessories I’ve picked. It’s why I love it. It’s bright orange, strapless, with a silver and white peacock design and a tulle bottom. I look like I’m late to a ‘90s prom nightmare, which is perfect considering this is a high school reunion. Ironically enough not mine. Wouldn’t have come if it was.
“Damn!” The overweight male continues to swoon. “Of all the people I thought I would run into tonight, I never, in a million years, would’ve guessed it would be Little L. Little L! Your father is legendary, you know that.”
“I do.”
“LEGEN-DARY!”
My fingers give the crystal a small rub to help soothe the exasperation starting to seethe from me.
“ You were born into basketball royalty!”
“Long live the King…”
“Big L is king! He still holds three hall of fame records.”
I press the gem into my skin trying to remember the words that African spirit guide told me to repeat when I bought it. Something about letting peace flow through you…
“You know because of him everyone knows who you are. You’re like the sport’s prettiest princess…”
Was it peace or punches? What are the chances she said something about letting punches flow through you into condescending, sports obsessed assholes’ faces?
The man’s excitement seems to deepen. “Damn! You know what? I bet you know like all the greats in basketball.”
“Yup.” I sarcastically smile. “Every. Single. One.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh yeah! They come over for poker night every other week.”
His eyes lunge out of his head. “Seriously?!”
“Uh no.” With another cheeky grin, I push past him and return to my trek towards the bar.
This is unfortunately my life. Why on Earth did I think for the six hours we would be at this thing it would be any different? Apparently, it doesn’t matter if you were raised in Bel-Air or the backwoods barn like I imagine many of the people here were, everyone knows who my father is, which in turn means everyone knows who I am….At least in the field of sports I choose to work in I have a little more credit to my name than just being the daughter of a sports icon turned very lucrative business man.
Just as I arrive at the open bar, the bartender travels to the opposite end to help a waiting customer. She smiles wide, tosses her long, blonde hair over her shoulder, and squeezes her paid for chest together to get the attention she craves.
I could pop those things with the little sword they’re going to put in my martini. Watching her float around the room would bring me joy.…Probably the wrong kind , but after having seven different people stop to ask me about my father, I’ll take what I can get.
My fingers toy with the crystal again and exhale a slow deep breath.
Negative energy out. Positive, liquored filled energy in….
All of a sudden, there’s an audible, heavy huff from behind me. “ No . Blake’s not here. He graduated the year after .”
“You sure?” A squeaky voice counters causing me to furrow my eyebrows in displeasure. “I could’ve sworn you two were twins!”
“No,” the deep voice bites. “We are not .”
“Blake was always so…charming,” the last word is coated with a disgustingly, dreamy spin. “You know, at your parties, he was always the one I hoped would ‘show me around’ the property. Take me to have a drink out by the little pond in the back….Kiss me while the moon was shinin’. He was so sexy with those beautiful, brown eyes, hard as rock biceps and hands made for ropin’ more than just animals.” The described fantasy is followed by another huff from the male. “Gosh oh my…he was somethin’ else…”
“Still is,” he mumbles with irritation.
I try not to smirk, knowing the plague of being hounded.
“Would’ve killed to have Eddie on my arm too,” she continues, obviously not taking the hint he’s not interested in talking about those people. “He always had a bit of the ‘bad boy’ thing to him, especially once rumors started going around he slept with Deputy Kelly’s daughter in the parking lot of the church after she left choir practice each night.”
His silence twists my lips in a contemplative nature.
Why do I get the feeling this little trip down memory lane is not a mutual enjoyment?
“Your brothers were amazing, you know that?”
Those words spin me around on my heels, and I fake a giggle as I wrap my light cappuccino colored hands around his very wide bicep.
God, it’s like hugging a tree trunk. Is it wrong to want to climb it like one too?
“I’m sorry, Hot Stuff, I am so forgetful.” Looking up into the tall stranger’s blue eyes where I recognize an all too familiar misery, I question, “What was it you wanted to drink again?”
The corner of his lips curl upward. “A dirty martini with a twist, Sunshine.”
“Guess my mind is still a little frazzled from the taxi ride over here….You remember how loud I was screaming. God, that thing you did with your fingers was so-” I cut myself off, pretending to just now notice the brunette woman standing there. “Oh! Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I didn’t see you there! I can’t believe I almost said that out loud.”
Intrigue and appall clash in her expression.
She’s obviously not getting enough. It’s always a bad sign when you’re reminiscing about the sex stories you remember from high school .
“Forgive me,” I pretend to apologize again. With a loving smile, I return my stare to the man I am happy to be rescuing. “Sometimes when we’re together, I just…kinda forget the rest of the world exists.”
He gives my cheek the gentlest stroke with his thumb, and my heart misses a beat. “Me too, Sunshine.”
I know he’s pretending, but there’s a swirling mass of energy inside of me that swears he isn’t. It’s most likely just attraction fusing with the idea our lives might be slightly analogous. He’s tall, cut, and exhibiting all the benefits of eating Wheaties for breakfast from the minute you learn to chew, but he also has a glum glint to his glare that I recognize all too well.
Loneliness, like misery, longs for company.
“If you’ll excuse us, Lindsey. I think I’m gonna accompany my girlfriend to the bar before she forgets what to order again.”
“Or you could do that thing to make sure I forget again....”
His blue stare grows hungry at the same time his cheeks noticeably flush. “Oh, I plan on it.…”
The desire to quit pretending increases exponentially.
“It was good catching up with you, Oliver,” Lindsey hums. “Tell your brothers I said hello. I’m sure they remember me .”
Oliver gives her a curt nod, drops his large palm to the small of my back, and leads us a couple steps back over to the bar. He lifts two fingers in the air to summon the bartender over, yet continues stroking the area his hand has landed. I try to ignore the goosebumps breaking out across my flesh from the touch.
Okay. So the ex-cheerleader isn’t the only one who needs to get laid.
His fingertips add the slightest amount of pressure, and the tension I couldn’t shake earlier dissolves.
Huh….How do I explain that?
I glance over my shoulder to see Lindsey talking to inflatable wonder boobs. Not surprised they’re friends with the shared amount of plastic they’re both showcasing, I mumble, “She’s gone now. You’re in the clear.”
His gentle strokes remain.
My pale pink lip slips between my teeth to prevent from swooning.
I swear it feels like I’m swimming in an unusual serenity. How the hell is he doing this? What is it about his touch that’s so appeasing?
“What can I get you, sir?” The bartender questions grabbing our attention.
“A dirty martini with a twist.” Oliver’s gaze falls to me once more, this time fanning a flame I didn’t even know existed. “What about you, Sunshine?”
“The same,” I coo, swept away by the delicious nature of his southern drawl.
Is that accent real or just for show? Wonder if it gets thicker as he does….
We wait for our drinks to be mixed in a comfortable silence. Once we’ve received them and he’s tipped, he guides us to a nearby table where he pulls my chair out for me. The gentleman act continues, and my curiosity deepens.
Is he pulling out all the bells and whistles because he thinks it’ll prolong the brush off I give him when he starts going all fangirl over who my father is?
Oliver settles in the seat beside me. “Thanks for doing that by the way. I appreciate it.”
I tilt my head at him waiting for the realization. Waiting to be told who I am.
“I’m Oliver Shaw,” he introduces between sips. When I don’t immediately answer, he nervously shifts in his seat. “I could keep calling you Sunshine all night if you like, but it would be nice to have your name in return.” His dark expression hardens. “And not just as a precaution, though I wouldn’t put it past Lindsey or one of her cheer squad teammates to magically reappear in front of my face to reassure once more that my brother is indeed not here.”
The words tumble out of my mouth in a whispered glee, “You have no idea who I am, do you?”
He shakes his head.
“Not a sports fan?”
His blue eyes try not to sadden. “Is that a problem?”
My grin brightens. “Not at all.”
The look of relief on his face is heartwarming.
He was worried about striking out because he’s actually interested in me , the random woman who saved him, not because he was hoping I would let him meet the NBA legend after two dates.
This is different….
I like different….
I love the feeling of different flowing through me like it has been since we touched….
“I’m London Hall.”
Oliver wets his lips as if tasting how it sounds on them. “London Hall.”
“The one and only….”
“You’re not from Middlebrook,” he casually comments. “So, what are you doing here? You just crash high school reunions for fun? Is this what your normal Saturday night out looks like?”
“Sometimes,” I tease and have a sip of my drink. “However, tonight, I’m saving damsels in distress from obnoxious ridicule that belongs in a Molly Ringwald movie.”
He chokes on his drink from the comment. “Did you just call me a damsel?”
“I did.”
Oliver does his best not to chuckle. “And who’s the other?”
“Randy Morris.” My eyes cut to the man whose date I’m supposed to be. “His boyfriend couldn’t make it, so rather than show up alone and admit his preference for wanting to tackle the quarterback off the field, I came for moral support.”
“Beautiful, curly red-headed moral support.”
The compliment causes my slightly freckled complexion to glow.
Also different. Most people who aren’t familiar with my famous sports lineage stare at my so called mismatched features in confusion. They silently wonder how the hell I have auburn colored hair, blue eyes, and extremely light brown skin with freckles thrown on it like confetti. The correct answer is genetics does whatever the hell it wants, much like mother nature, including making me the odd one out of my siblings. I like to believe I’m as uniquely beautiful on the outside as I am on the inside. My spirit matches my complexion. Both are unpredictable and constantly changing.
“It’s weird your school didn’t do a fifteen year reunion, but a seventeen. What? Were they afraid if they waited three more years you’d all be too knee deep in corn to wanna come back?”
Oliver shakes his head, smile still remaining. “You don’t know how corn grows do you?”
I give him a small shrug. “At least I know it grows , which you might consider impressive if you knew the type of people I typically hang around.”
Like men who should probably wear their helmets full time rather than just when they step onto their boards.
After another sip he informs, “Stephanie, the woman who put this whole thing together, missed the fifteen year mark and the sixteen year mark because she was pregnant.”
My mouth runs away from me. “Wow. So, you guys have to party around her pregnancy schedule?”
Oliver doesn’t bother hiding his chuckles. “Drawbacks of small town life.”
“You still live there?”
“Not a chance in hell.”
His answer lifts my eyebrows in curiosity.
“It’s not….It’s not a bad place.”
“Liar.”
Another light laugh leaves him. “It’s really not. I’m there more often than I care to confess too.”
“Why?” I casually lead the conversation a direction I know I probably shouldn’t. “Got an on again, off again ex-girlfriend you’re not so cleverly waiting around for while she comes to her senses and realizes you’re the best damn thing that’ll ever happen to her?”
And he totally would be the best thing that could ever happen to a woman in the love department….I just know it.
I feel it.
I feel it so deeply it equally scares and excites me.
The new rush to my senses has me fiddling nervously with my glass.
“Nope. What you unknowingly just described was my youngest brother about a year ago.”
“Meaning you’re single?”
His tan face grows a slight red tint. “Very.”
I hum at the wicked intentions now rolling towards the front of my mind.
We can finish playing out these fake couple moments upstairs in my hotel room. For one night I can pretend to be the doting girlfriend whose boyfriend looks at her like she’s something wonderful rather than what he hopes she can do for him or his career. Even if it’s all make believe like some cruel, crooked version of Cinderella, at least I’ll have had it once in my life. That’s better than I would’ve ever predicted.
Definitely a risk I think would be worth taking.
Oliver adjusts his black tie as he clears his throat. “The only reason I spend any time in Middlebrook is because of my family. My parents live out there. My brothers’ brewery is out there. My other brother’s vet business is right on the other side of it-”
“Wait. How many brothers do you have?”
“Four.”
“And by Daisy Dumb’s rambling, I take it you’re the middle one?”
He grunts in what can only be considered annoyance. “Yeah.”
I push my glass to the side and lean forward. “Why are you here?”
Blindsided by the question, his tone becomes defensive. “What do you mean why am I here? I graduated with these people. This is my class.”
“So?” My callous retort causes his scowl to deepen. “You didn’t have to come. You could’ve taken a real date to the movies-”
“Online dating hasn’t been that easy for me.”
“You could’ve grabbed hot wings while doing bar trivia with some friends-”
“Not a huge fan of hot wings.”
“You could’ve stayed home, got drunk, and watched Bad Santa-”
“It’s February .”
“And good Christmas movies never go out of season,” I snicker, tucking my leg underneath me. “My point is you didn’t have to come. There are a million other things you could being doing instead, a million things you would probably enjoy a zillion times more, but you came. Meaning, like everyone else in this room, there’s something you’re here to prove.” Tilting my face, I push. “I wanna know what it is.”
Oliver does his best to deflect. “I had nothing better to do.”
“Liar.”
His shoulders square off at the same time he grumps, “That’s twice you’ve called me that in this conversation.”
“That’s twice you’ve been that in this conversation.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know that you’re lying .”
His eyes briefly glance away.
“Look, Oliver. While I don’t like liars, I’ve come to discover most of the time when people lie to strangers, it’s because they don’t wanna be judged based on the truth. They wanna be better than the truth. They want whatever it is they’re lying about to hurt less or be more amazing than the ugliness.” My fingers slide across the gap so our pinkies touch. “Show me your ugly, and I’ll show you mine.”
Silence showers the table as expected.
Of course, he’s not going to simply tell me what I wanna know because I asked. Most people aren’t that vulnerable. Not even when they have nothing to lose.
“I wanted to be remembered,” he quietly states, eyes now locked on mine. “I wanted to finally be noticed. I have four brothers who were all…basically Gods to these people yet they can never recall my name . It’s like I never existed. I guess I came because I hoped without my brothers’ shadows, they might actually remember I’m more than just a reference point on the Shaw family tree.” His shoulders noticeably drop. “I was wrong.”
“You were.” I lock my pinky with his. “Because you were noticed….It just wasn’t by who you were expecting.”
He swallows hard and the hunger in his eyes returns.
“Life is always a bit more fun when it’s unexpected….”
An electric buzz blitzes through me when his finger flexes tighter.
I lean over to close the space between us. “This is the part where you ask me to dance.”
Oliver grins wide but doesn’t do as told. Instead he simply slips his grip completely into mine, stands, and leads us out to where other couples are dancing to a country song. Both of our hands become connected, and our hips gravitate towards one another. He quietly sings along to the music, and with the way his blue eyes refuse to look anywhere else it’s like he’s serenading me.
The level of intimacy he’s effortlessly providing whispers to more than just the longing need to be touched. It’s promising me I’ll be loved. Treasured. Wanted.
I move in closer, more than willing to completely succumb to those feelings, even if it is just for one night. Oliver’s arms wind themselves around my hips while his forehead leans down to rest against mine. He continues crooning along to the new song playing, which only threatens the climax I’m in desperate need of, to make an early appearance.
My heart syncs up to the beat of the song. In a tempting tone, I command, “And this is the part where you ask to walk me to my room….”
His fingers dig deeper into my sides eliciting a moan from both of us.
To my surprise he plays along. “Don’t you mean our room, Sunshine?”
My mouth surrenders without my consent. “Yes.”
He pushes the loose curl out of my face and confesses, “I wanna forget the world exists with you, London.”
I whimper and crash our lips together. The growl from the impact pales in comparison to the one I receive when our tongues tempestuously tangle tightly together. Equally intoxicated by the sound as well as the feeling, I wind my hand around the edge of his tie, and tug him closer. Our kiss increases in celerity at the same time it deepens with each forceful press.
All of a sudden, the sound of someone clearing their throat halts our spiraling actions.
We pull back, and I offer my friend a guilty grin.
He shoves his hands into his dress pants pockets. “Oh good. Your tongues can become unattached.”
“Don’t be bitchy. We weren’t kissing that long.”
“Woman, please. I’ve been standing here for at least five minutes.”
I give him a stern stare.
“Fine. Three,” Randy corrects with a sneer. “ Still . You two have gained quite the audience.”
My eyes briefly catch a glimpse at the people who are pretending they weren’t just gawking.
Well, in their defense, it’s probably not every day they see a girl like me making out with a drop dead gorgeous cowboy who is tucked into an Armani suit. And according to his admission earlier, if they would’ve paid just a little more attention to him they could be the ones about to embark on the noble mission of saving horses by riding something else instead.
Oliver’s cheeks start to become crimson, and I can’t help myself from stating, “Bet they’ll remember you now.”
He gives me the same scowl he gave me before.
Poor guy has a long road with me ahead of him if he doesn’t lighten up more. Learn to embrace the unusual and unanticipated. Wait. No. There is no road. There is no with me. This is all for one night and then back to reality. I can’t forget that. I shouldn’t forget that, even if holding onto it for much longer seems to be something I’m anxious to have happen.
“You making out with strangers doesn’t surprise me,” Randy sighs with a shake of the head. “It’s just…whose husband or boyfriend is this, and how quickly are we going to be banished once they discover what just happened?”
Oliver’s grip vanishes. “You make out with married and taken men?”
“Not on purpose .”
Judgement appears in his eyes, and I try to ignore the ache it causes.
“I told you earlier. People lie all the time.…”
Another harsh drawback to living a life in the limelight. People don’t seem to give a shit about morals when they feel someone or something they really want is closer than it has ever been before.
My eyes return to Randy’s. “And Oliver isn’t anyone’s husband or boyfriend.”
“Then why’s he here?”
Oliver tries to hide his hurt by glancing away. “I graduated with you.”
Randy’s face scrunches as if trying to remember. “You did?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He tries to steady the aggravation in his tone. “We had classes together all four years. We had Econ together our senior year. You…sat directly beside me.”
“Really?” Randy’s voice squeaks, now facing him.
“Really.”
“Damn. I don’t remember you. I swore I remembered everyone here. Did you play sports?”
“No.”
“Date a cheerleader?”
“No.”
“Tutor me?”
“No.”
Randy’s face contorts in confusion again. “Did we party together?”
There’s a dour shift to his mood. “You often came out to our parties. Just about everyone did.”
“You said our. Who’s our?”
“Me and my brothers.”
My friend’s face starts to gain clarity on his identity. “Wait. What’s your last name?”
The sigh shakes his entire body. “Shaw.”
“Oh shit! You’re Blake’s twin brother!”
“They’re not twins,” I quickly snip and let my pinky drift back to Oliver’s. “I didn’t even go to this school, and I know that.”
Oliver offers me a small grin of gratitude.
Randy promptly apologizes, “Forgive me. I…I always thought you guys were. For some reason I swore he graduated with me.”
“He didn’t.”
“Randy,” my voice sings sweetly. “Oliver and I wanna go get the money’s worth out of my swanky hotel room. Think you can survive the rest of this thing without me?”
He gives Oliver’s solid 6’5 frame one long look before muttering, “Yeah….I think I’ll manage.”
Can’t say it would be wise to cock block a man who has almost half a foot on you. Or cock block a man who has almost half a foot on you who you basically spent five minutes infuriating because you couldn’t remember being in the same class with him.
“Good.” I wink, noticing the wandering eyes migrating our way again. “And if anyone asks, I’m Oliver’s sexy girlfriend-”
“ Fiancé .”
His correction drops my jaw.
“Not the kinda man who wastes time making someone he loves his for a lifetime.”
The words, while sentimental, strike me in a troublesome way. Just because you love someone doesn’t mean you have to stick a bunch of labels or jewelry on them in order to keep them. They’re a person. Not property.
“Okay….” Randy’s voice hums with curiosity. “Text me in the morning?”
I begin to lead Oliver towards the exit. “Mid-afternoon….”
“Late evening.”
Oliver’s proclamation purses my lips together at the same time he offers me another heated expression. Thankfully, the elevators aren’t far from the event room and his body isn’t keen on being far from mine. As the doors shut with us inside, his arms snake back around me from behind. I teasingly sway my hips against his rising hard on, and he groans his excitement.
However, when his lips land next to my ear the words are not what I’m expecting. “I showed you my ugly. Now show me yours.”
His back to back spats of boldness are exhilarating.
I turn around in his clutches and confess, “This is the longest romantic relationship I’ve ever had, and it’s not even real .”
His eyebrows lift as the doors ding releasing us onto my floor. Rather than allow for him to comment on my pathetic disclosure, I grab him by the hand, and lead him towards my room. When we arrive, I pull the key card from where it’s hidden beside my boob and swipe us in.
The moment we’re granted entrance we slip in and allow our tongues to resume the conversation they were enjoying earlier. Unlike before, Oliver’s mouth doesn’t seem as determined to devour mine. There’s hesitation between each stroke. Second guessing. A disruption of our energy trying to blend.
I pull back to see the apprehension has reached his expression.
Of course it has. He’s seems like a decent human being with an actual soul rather than just the hollowed out spot where it should be. That’s a huge part of the appeal.
“Oliver, I want you to fuck me tonight like I really am the woman you’re crazy about. Like I really am the reason your life is a little brighter. Like my ugly truth isn’t so ugly you feel guilty about giving me one night of something beautiful…”
At the declaration, his hands roam down and anchor themselves onto my ass, all anxiety annihilated. “Sunshine, I’m gonna fuck you like I plan on never forgetting you.” He leans down to let his lips feather mine. “Because I never will.”
My bottom lip barely has time to drop before his tongue is twirling around mine, desperate to prove the promise. Oliver squeezes my ass roughly once more and hikes me unexpectedly upward like I weigh absolutely nothing. Like I’m the weight his weights warm up with. The action receives a pleased whimper, and I drape one arm around his neck. Our tongues battle back and forth for control, yet I’m continuously first to surrender.
It’s not about having control over this situation. It’s about reminding him to keep it at the same time he loses it.
All of a sudden, I’m dropped onto the king sized bed and bounced much higher in the air than predicted. I start to giggle, but it quickly vanishes at the sight of Oliver swiftly ditching his jacket and tie. With my body resting back on the palms of my hands, I intensely watch him remove the crisp white shirt that’s concealing what has to be a body genetically enhanced by science.
I thoughtlessly whisper, “Tell me that’s real.”
Oliver ceases his action. “What?”
My finger motions in a slow circle. “All of that. Tell me you didn’t get peck implants or have been taking steroids since…I don’t know…kindergarten?”
His grin widens, and he returns to removing his shoes. “All real, Sunshine.”
The southern drawl attached to the nickname he’s given me only dampens my thong more.
Once his feet are free, his large body dips itself onto the bed, and my legs part to accommodate his relocation. On his way up, his hands smoothly graze their way up my calves to my thighs. My body anxiously rocks towards him silently urging him to continue.
His fingers hook around the edge of my underwear at the same time his voice takes a playful turn. “What about you, Sunshine? Carpet match the drapes?”
I snicker. “It would if I had any…”
Oliver whimpers at the comment seconds before he tugs my underwear all the way off. Afterward, he removes a condom from his wallet and tosses the no longer needed object onto the floor.
When I attempt to follow his actions and remove my dress, he bites, “Don’t even think about it.”
My head tilts at him in question.
“You’re mine for the night, London. I get to have the honor.”
An honor I would give him for life if he asked….Wait. Nope. Not a good train of thought to have with a total stranger. But is he really a stranger if every time I look into his eyes it feels like I’ve known him my entire life? Is he really a stranger if I feel a cosmic connection this powerful? If it feels like our vitalities are two halves of the same whole?
Oliver’s grin grows as he slips the edge of the purple package between my teeth. “Hold that for a sec.”
Another light laugh escapes me at the same time he slides the zipper on the side of my dress down. With curiosity, I watch him remove the object and relish in his response to seeing me completely naked for the first time.
He’s so distracted with his eyes caressing the way my body slightly curves, the article of clothing barely makes it an inch away from us. Oliver’s blue gaze seems unable to fathom the vision in front of him. His jaw is slack. His hands twitchy as if unsure where to start. His breaths so shallow, I’m not even sure he is still breathing.
His intense stare not only increases the ache between my thighs but the one in my chest I’m trying to ignore.
I know this whole night would appear to most to be nothing more than some weird fantasy we’re both playing out. But the voice in the back of my mind is screaming this is so much more. That his responses are natural. Primal. That neither of us are playing a role so much as finally stepping onto the path we both belong on.
When our eyes finally reconnect, he states, “I’ve never seen anyone this beautiful before.”
It sounds like such a line I let myself believe it is.
“Impossible to forget a body like this,” his volume now just above a whisper. “You’re burned into my memory now, Sunshine.”
A small moan is offered in gratitude.
Oliver doesn’t waste any more time using his eyes to enjoy me. He swiftly undoes his pants, slides on the condom, and presses his cock against my dripping wet entrance. Our mouths hastily revive the ravenous feasting they were engaging in earlier, and I wrap my arms around his neck to brace from the pending impact. To my surprise there isn’t a quick, sharp stab. It’s slow. Dedicated. He salaciously stretches my muscles inch by inch. Each time he moves a little deeper, I attempt to let a sigh fall free, yet Oliver’s tongue captures mine to prevent it from happening. Overwhelmed by the domination, my pussy swells in warning of an orgasm preparing to appear despite the fact we’re just beginning. Unexpectedly, he stops his pursuit to reach the brink and breaks the connection completely.
My pussy whimpers at the loss as much as my mouth does.
With a smug smirk, he commands, “Ankles on my shoulders.”
There’s no hesitation from me in fulfilling the request. The moment I’m in position he slides back inside, except this time he leaves my lips free to cry out his name as I arch upward.
“Oliver….”
He offers me a pleased groan at the same time he reaches the hilt.
“Holy shit,” I exclaim my eyes too heavy to keep open. “I don’t…I don’t think I can take much like this….”
“Take what you can, Sunshine,” Oliver hums while gradually rocking his dick back and forth. “But open those pretty blue eyes for me.”
They pry themselves back open to see his cut face completely enraptured with watching me. His commitment to keep his promise of remembering everything only causes my pussy to swell and his cock to reciprocate. Another sweet surrender of his name is offered alongside every thrust forward. Relentlessly, he taps my g-spot, smile spreading further each time I shake. The unhurried motions keep me on the cliff of coming. Oliver’s hands lock onto my legs, and his tongue languorously laps at every taste of my body he can get to. It isn’t long before the feeling of his tongue and cock worshiping my body in a ceaseless tandem becomes too much for me to handle. There’s one deep gasp followed promptly by my pussy pulsating wildly. My fingers fly to grip his forearms as my mouth silently struggles with praying for more and pleading to stop. The voiceless undoing alters his movements in an unpredicted way. He momentarily stills. Digs his fingers deeper into my thighs. Soaks in the sight of me quivering on his shaft. However, the moment the trembling threatens to subside, he relinquishes my legs from their high location and picks up the pace. His hips take up a more savage rhythm, which forces his cock to mercilessly tear me apart.
Oliver’s hot lips feather the side of neck while his entire presence engulfs mine. The weight of his heaving body on top of mine leaves me defenseless to the erotic devotion he’s delivering. His hands continue roaming like wandering restraints to prevent me from shifting out of his touch. The sweet smell of his cologne brazenly bonds with the greedy groans until the only thing I can breathe in is him.
My body shakes in unison with my voice, “Oliver….”
“Come again for me, Sunshine.”
I latch my nails into his biceps desperate for something to hold onto. Wave after wave of wetness washes over his cock forcing him into a submission all his own. Our bodies take turns exchanging tremors, and the deep grumble that tears through him during the process is borderline barbaric.
Lightheaded and loving every second of it, I let my eyes shut and my face loll to the side.
The tip of Oliver’s tongue trails itself up to my ear where he whispers, “I’m not sure one night is gonna be enough for me, London.”
“Me either.”
Which possibly presents a problem. We can’t keep pretending to be a pair madly in love. Eventually, we’re going to have to come back to reality and face all the ugly truths we enjoyed hiding from. And when that happens, I have no doubt London “Little L” will not be the person he wants to share his life with. In fact, I’ll probably be nothing more than a fond memory of the one time in life he let himself go with the flow rather than overthink a situation. Sometimes I wonder if the universe really does have a master plan or if it just enjoys watching people try to make sense of accidental collision courses….