Games

2

Oliver's hand grasped mine tightly as he tugged me out of the bathroom, my jeans still undone. I probably looked flustered and it was most likely obvious as to what we were about to do, but I didn't care. As we passed randoms in the hallway my mind wandered back to Dan and Max, who were probably downstairs wondering where the hell I was. Once again, I didn't care. I took care of them long enough, now it was time for me to be taken care of. However, it was going to be by Oliver, in the dirtiest way possible.

I followed en suit as Oliver pulled me to the very end of the hallway, opening a door slowly and peeking his head in to check if anyone was inside. When he was positive there wasn't, he opened the door all the way and pushed me inside quickly, flicking the light on and shutting the door behind us, locking it. The room was shabby and quite messy, with clothes strewn across the floor and random messes all over the place, but it would have to do. At least the bed was in tact.

"On the bed," he ordered, turning to face me and pulling his shirt over his head. I couldn't help the complete look of awe on my face; there were tattoos littered across his chest and torso, not a spot of natural skin to be found, just like how I had envisioned it to be. Once again I felt that want tugging at my insides and I stumbled back onto the bed, toeing my shoes off and pulling my pants around my ankles, struggling to kick them off.

When I finally got them off I looked up and saw that Oliver was in his boxer briefs, a perfectly defined outline of his cock poking through the thin material. He was striding towards me and I found myself on my knees on the bed, pulling his head to mine by the back of his neck to kiss him, hastily forcing my tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply. He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top me, slipping between my legs easily and grinding our hips together. My breathing was affected immediately, hands roaming each others bodies as we worked against one another. Oliver's lips left mine to take my collarbone between his teeth, sucking love bites into my skin.

"Do you- do you have stuff?" I asked, just barely getting the words out with how crazed he was making me. He nodded, pecking my lips before climbing off of me and searching through his jeans, pulling a condom and small bottle of lube from the front pocket. How I hadn't noticed it before was beyond me and I didn't really care to find out.

"Take your shirt off," he demanded, suddenly slipping out of his boxers and oh my god. I bit my lip, looking him up and down as I admired him. I knew he could tell that I was staring and taking him in, but it didn't seem like he minded at all. He simply tore open the condom package and rolled the condom onto his length, jerking himself quickly.

Shaking myself out of my daze, I reached up with shaky hands and undid each button of my flannel one by one, slipping it off my shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He climbed back on the bed and sat on his heels between my legs, leaning down and slipping his fingers under the hem of my boxers, pulling them down my thighs agonizingly slow, my dick springing free and flopping over my stomach. He tugged the boxers past my feet and threw them against the wall, spitting in his hand and wrapping it around my length. I moaned and dropped my head against the pillow, closing my eyes and taking in the feeling of his hand rubbing me slowly up and down, twisting his hand and occasionally rubbing his thumb along the tip.

"Fuck, please Oliver," I breathed, my voice just higher than a whisper. Biting his lip he leaned over me, hand pressing into the mattress next to my head as he kissed me, tangling his tongue with mine. I ran my hands up his arms and raveled my fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands and moaning into his mouth.

His hand, once around my dick, traced its way down and circled at my entrance. I pressed my lower half against him, urging him to go further. He broke the kiss with a chuckle and went back to kneeling between my legs.