I did as he said, hovering over his lap as he spread my cheeks apart with one hand, while the other came around to tease in between. Without meaning to, I tensed when one finger grazedmy tight pucker, but then I forced my hips to relax and sank back down.
“That’s it,” he said, running his fingertip along the outside again. “Try to keep yourself relaxed for me.”
With my hands on his broad shoulders, I kissed him as he continued to massage my hole, and then his lips pulled away from mine and he said, “Now breathe out.”
As I exhaled, he slid a finger inside, and I had to force myself not to tense up again. The feeling was so foreign that my body wanted to reject it at first, but my mind had other ideas. I wanted this man, and I wanted him to mark me and claim me for his own. Ollie repeated the move several times, and when he added a second finger, I cursed.
“Mmm, so fucking hot, Bluebird,” he said, the use of my nickname causing me to shudder as he sucked on the tender skin below my ear. All the while, he stretched me, getting me ready for the steel rod kicking against mine.
My head fell back as I got used to the intrusion, and I rolled my hips in time with his talented fingers. Then he bumped up against my prostate, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders. “Oh fuck, Ollie.God.I need more. I… How do you want me?”
“Every fucking way I can have you,” he said, nipping at my lobe. “But we’ll start with this.” He lined himself up with my hole, and then I felt the blunt head of him nudge my opening. I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage to fit all of him inside, but I didn’t care if I died trying.
“Let me in, Reid,” he said, breathing heavy as he entered me, and then his strong hands took hold of my hips. Then he kissed me and grinned as he gave up control. “I’m all yours.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,I thought, as I breathed out and sank slowly, ever so slowly, over the top of him. He was so big, but I’d expected the pain, welcomed it even, and it wasn’t longbefore he was fully inside me. I went to move, but Ollie held me still as his eyes slammed shut.
“Hold on,” he said, like he was the one in pain. “You feel too good. Way too damn good.”
Like a cat who caught the canary, I grinned, thrilled with the fact that I could make him lose his mind. When his hold on my hips loosened, I lifted up slowly before sinking back down, relishing the way he filled me completely. It took me a few unhurried minutes of getting used to the way he felt inside me before I could move any faster, but when I did, it wason.
The guttural sounds escaping Ollie’s throat had to be the sexiest, most gratifying thing I’d ever heard, and so was the way he’d pretended to give me control by straddling him, when really, he was the one fully in charge.
And Ollie fully in charge was so fucking hot.
With his hands busy setting the pace, I reached down to stroke myself in time with his thrusts, butshit, it was too much to have him inside me while I worked my cock. The orgasm came out of nowhere, spilling onto Ollie’s stomach in hot white jets of cum that seemed never-ending.
“Oh fuck, Reid,” he said, groaning as his hips moved faster, the rhythm becoming erratic as he got closer to his climax. I was grateful in that moment that he’d wanted us face to face for this, because it was then that Ollie came with a roar, my name on his tongue and his head falling back, and that was a view I wouldn’t have wanted to miss for the world. He was simply spectacular in his ecstasy, his skin flushed and his green eyes almost completely eclipsed by his blown pupils.
Before he could catch his breath again, I gripped the back of his neck and stole a kiss. Still inside me, he wrapped me up in his huge arms, holding me so tight that I didn’t think he’d ever let go. I hoped he wouldn’t.
“That was perfect,” I said, leaning back just enough so I could look into his eyes. “You’re perfect.”
He was the missing piece, the part of me I had felt was lost, to the point where I’d lashed out at everyone and everything out of sheer frustration. I never would’ve imagined that Ollie would be the one to give me the answers I’d sought. That he was the only one who could make me feel whole again. It was that truth that had set me free. I’d never felt more complete or more loved than I did in Ollie’s arms. And now that I knew my place, I never planned to leave.
thirty-one
REID
I WASN’T SURE if what I was hearing was a memory playing out in my dream, or if it was actually happening, but as the fog of sleep cleared and I woke up, the house was silent.
Ollie lay sleeping on his side facing me, and I smiled as I watched him breathe, his expression so peaceful. One of his arms was curled beneath his pillow, and the other lay on the bed between us, almost like he’d been reaching out for me.
It had been a full day of reconnecting since I’d shown up on his doorstep in the early hours of the morning, and even though my body ached to feel him against me once more, we could both use a few hours of rest. Or he could. I was too busy thinking of the song I’d played earlier, the same one from my dream just now, and I quietly slid out of the bed, threw on my shorts, and closed the door behind me so I wouldn’t wake him up. I’d told him the song reminded me of the way he made me feel. Like coming home. Never was that truer than the way I’d felt in the last twenty-four hours wrapped up in him.
When I got to the kitchen, the sight that greeted me made me chuckle. Ollie’s jeans were still in a heap on the floor by the piano, which sent a thrill of excitement through me as I recalled them coming off in the heat of the moment. I folded them andplaced them on top of the counter, only to see his wallet and keys still strewn across the tile. Nothing else seemed to have fallen out, so I picked them both up, and when I did, a folded-up slip of paper fell out of his wallet. It was so wrinkled and thin, like it’d been opened too many times, that it unfolded as it hit the floor. I frowned as I reached for it, taken aback to see my own handwriting on the torn-off page.
It was a letter to Ollie. And as I read it, all of the worry and fear from that day came rushing back with startling clarity, and I collapsed to my knees.
“Can I have a pen and some paper? Hurry, please,” I said to the nurse before she left the room.
My parents stood beside the bed looking down at me with concern and fear in their eyes, though they were trying to hide it with their soothing words.
“You’re here and the doctors will get this all sorted,” Mom said, holding my hand and rubbing the top of it. “It’s going to be fine.”
“I know,” I said, even though I didn’t know, and I didn’t think it would be fine. Dread filled every inch of me, a sense of foreboding I couldn’t shake.
“It’s a good thing you were with Ollie when it happened,” my father said.