The Boy Next Door

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Olly, we're going now," Marie shouted up the stairs.

His gloriously tasting lips pulled from mine, moving me aside as he got up. I sighed and followed, standing at the top of the stairs as he hovered halfway, sitting on the step.

"You two, behave," Calvin said, looking at Olly and me.

"Ashley, home by nine with Zoe, please."

"I know, Mum," I muttered, drumming my fingers on the stair rail.

"No later," she pointed. "And in the living room with them, no funny business."

"Liz," Dad butted in, tugging Mum towards the door.

"Sorry, I just worry," I heard her say.

"Right. See you later," Marie said with a small smile. She looked warier than usual as she glanced back at me before shutting the front door.

"Have a good night." I waved.

Laying on Olly's bed, I listened to his voice echoing downstairs, talking to Nate. When he reappeared, shutting the door behind him, he puffed out his chest, leaning against it. "Do you think our parents are mind readers?"
I said, and he smiled, walking towards me.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, and I nodded shyly.

I was ready. Ready to give Olly all of me. I would give him the world if I could. At least, I thought I was. How was I supposed to know?

I knew that whatever I felt for Olly stole my heart whenever I was with him. Even when he was with me, I missed him. When Olly was close to me, he wasn't close enough. His kisses weren't intense enough, and his hands didn't hold me for long enough.

I simply couldn't get enough.

I don't know what to call it. Love, lust, maybe even a little obsession. Either way, he made me feel not quite right. It was what I wanted; I wanted to experience the closeness, the magical first time with no one other than him. I was ready.

I took a deep breath as he looked down at me and tried to hide the trembling in my hands. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering rapidly, and I felt sick.

"Are you okay?" he asked, laying back beside me, stroking my cheek.

Silence had suddenly bound me, and I worried I might throw up if I opened my mouth, so I tentatively nodded with an "Uh-huh," biting my bottom lip.

He dived his gaze into mine and wrapped it tightly around my soul, banishing the fear in my mind, and when he leaned in, our kiss was electric. His lips were gentle on mine, tingling every nerve, beautifully waking them.

Slowly moving his hand to the small of my back, his probing tongue deliciously entwined with mine, and his fresh vanilla scent filled all my senses. Olly had me lost in a moment where nothing else existed. He was gentle and perfect, making my dreams come true.

The beating of his heart thumped under my palms as I ran them under his football shirt, pulling at him eagerly. I was in control and powerful, but I also felt a rush of helplessness.

I slid my hands up his neck, toying with his hair as I breathed wildly, experiencing the warmth he kindled all over my body. As I stopped and took a breath, he smiled and kissed me softly, then intensely, making me dizzy as I clung to him. I gave him access to my neck, and as his tender lips sent tremors through my body, I was swimming in giddiness. My shaking hands drifted down the perfect crease in his spine and grasped the bottom of his shirt. I faltered, then pulled it up, guiding it over his head, and the sight of his body provoked sensations on an entirely new level. I was drenched in euphoria.