At First Blush

Chapter 18

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Despite having just cummed his brains out, Ollie was determined not to let this opportunity go to waste. He'd been dreaming of getting Juls's cock inside him, and even though he didn't want to do much more than pass out in the heady bubble of pleasure, the thought that he was about to get Juls's cock in his mouth was enough to give him a second wind.

He looked up at Juls, who nodded, his lids heavy, his gaze gold. Ollie knew his fingers would shake, and Juls might read that as nervous vs boneless bliss, so he just slid his hands up Juls's thighs, exhaling in pleasure at feeling Juls's thighs flex under his palms. Juls wasn't as cut as, say, his doctor or the Alpha companion, but he was solid and gorgeous and everything about him was a siren's call for Ollie's hands and tongue.

He reached Juls's button, and he undid it, and unzipped Juls's pants. Instantly, he caught scent of Juls. Jesus Christ. He nearly came all over again. He pressed his face against Juls's briefs, nuzzling the soft cotton, rubbing his cheek against the thick bulge. He felt Juls's fingers thread into his hair and he sighed happily, loving the feeling of being safe, of being with Juls. He inched his hands up, and curled them around Juls's briefs, looking up at him. Juls exhaled sharply, and gave a quick nod, and Ollie eased the briefs down.

He stopped as a few inches of skin came in to view, and his breath caught. He leaned in, pressing his lips against Juls's skin. The Slick on his face, his Slick, was sticky and Ollie couldn't help but rub his face against Juls's skin. He kept pulling the briefs down, his lips chasing the fabric. His tongue darted out as he reached Juls's neatly trimmed pubic hair, loving the feel of the soft, close-cropped hair against his tongue.

He heard a noise and he looked up, and saw that Juls's gaze was hooded to the point his eyes were nearly closed, his lip caught in his teeth. His hands were grasping the seat arms tightly, so tightly that his knuckles were white. Ollie reached out, taking one hand, brushing kisses along Juls's knuckles and fingertips. He lifted the hand to his head, and smirked as Juls let out a sharp gasp. But then he moaned as Juls threaded his fingers back into Ollie's hair. Ollie returned his attention to Juls's cock, still sheathed in the briefs. But the tip was definitely leaking. Ollie smiled as he reached and rubbed his thumb across the wet spot on the underwear.

Leaning down, Ollie sucked on the wet spot, and moaned in pleasure at Juls's sweet, salty, musky taste. He worked slowly, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along Juls's shaft through his briefs, until his underwear was saturated and Juls was panting.

"Ollie," Juls gritted out through his teeth, "I find myself shocked how quickly you picked up the art of teasing."

Ollie smiled up at him sweetly. "I seem to recall you trying to direct me to Google. Well, what do you think I've been doing since we met?" He asked, peeling Juls's briefs down all the way, and then pushing Juls's jeans and briefs down to his ankles. Ollie looked at his thoughtfully, his fingers gently stroking Juls's calves. He pressed a kiss to the inside of Juls's knees, and said, "It's no fair for me to be the only one naked."

He heard Juls's low, throaty laugh as he pulled off Juls's business shoes, tossing them to join his sneakers, and pulling Juls's pants off the rest of the way. That done, he turned his attention back to Juls, and caught his breath.

Somehow, he'd forgotten how delicious Juls looked naked. His long, lean, strong legs, his soft hair on his legs and the darker hair running from his trimmed pubic hair to his belly button. And his cock. Good God. He held it now, stroking it, his gold gaze meeting Ollie's with the smug satisfaction of a man who was hot and knew it, too. The smug satisfaction of an Omega.

Ollie caught his breath, looking at Juls, who lazily stroked himself with one hand, the other one loose, relaxed at his side. Ollie wanted that. He wanted that loose easy grace, that effortless seduction. And in that moment, Ollie wanted to strip it away from Juls, to render him to the same, gasping, panting, quivering mess that Juls had made him, wringing him dry with the most intense orgasm of his life.