Games

4

"Oliver," I breathed, still standing in front of my dresser with my shirt in my hands, wringing it nervously. "Hi."

"Hey," he said, stepping into the room and closing the door, looking down momentarily to lock it. "Told you there'd be a second time," he smiled, sauntering over to me until we were barely an inch apart, his breath lightly hitting my face. Now that he was here I was realizing how much I had craved his touch. It hadn't been long, not at all, but there was a way his hands and lips worked against my body that had me a mess. I wanted more of him, allof him.

"Yeah, just didn't think it would be this soon."

"Me neither," he laughed, suddenly smashing his lips against mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. His bites were harsh, the pad of his tongue soothing over my lips gentle, and I instantly felt myself beginning to harden, just by his kisses.

One of his hands snaked its way around my head and grasped my hair, tugging my head back and exposing my neck. His lips left mine, trailing over my chin with sloppy kisses and down to my throat. I felt his teeth graze my skin before sinking into the flesh, sucking roughly and surely leaving a dark hickey. I was so into the moment that I hadn't thought about what everyone downstairs might say if they saw the marks on my neck. That was when I reluctantly pushed Oliver away, staring at him for a moment before speaking up.

"We shouldn't do this," I said, watching as the amused and aroused look on his face remained. "I already left them last night, I can't do it again. And you're leaving hickeys, they're going to know something's up

"Well that's the fun of it, innit?" He played, "I'll just have to leave marks where no one will see then, won't I?" Before I could protest, his mouth was back on my body, now sucking love bites into my collarbone. I bit my lip and looked down at the top of his head, running my fingers through his locks of hair before holding him by his jaw and pulling his face to mine once again. Our lips reconnected and his hands flew down to my belt buckle, quickly undoing it and pulling it from the straps.

"Wait, wait," I mumbled against his lips, cutting him off again. With a roll of his eyes he looked at me impatiently, his annoyance clearly written on his face. It was quite intimidating actually; he wanted what he wanted, and I kept stopping him from getting it.

"What now?"

"We're not going to-"

"I just want to suck you off," he smiled, tracing his fingers lightly around the bulge in my pants, the soft touch bringing chills to my spine. "It'll be quick. We'll be back downstairs in five minutes."

"Uh," I laughed nervously, "Not to boast or anything, but... It takes me longer than that to come."

"Trust me," Oliver retorted, dropping to his knees and tugging my pants down. "I'll have you coming sooner than you think."

I chuckled nervously, watching his lust-filled, dark eyes that never left mine, even as he began to leave soft, feathery kisses on my lower abdomen, then my hipbones, sucking on each one momentarily before nuzzling his face into the warmth of my crotch, nipping softly at the bulging outline of my cock. I whimpered, slowly slipping my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, about to take them off when Oliver grabbed my wrists and took the band in his teeth, pulling the only coverage I had left to my ankles, leaving them there. He said this was going to be quick anyways; I felt my fingers twitch in anticipation.

His hot breath grazed along my shaft and the air in my throat hitched. He was teasing me, I knew it, pressing tiny kisses right on the tip.

"Fuck, Oliver," I whispered, testing my limits and carefully pushing my hips closer to his face, my cock brushing against his soft lips. It was then that he finally took me in his mouth, sucking my head past his lips. "Shiiiiiit," I moaned, dropping my jaw and closing my eyes, concentrating on the way I felt in his hot mouth; the way his lips wrapped perfectly around me as they began to slide up and down my length. Every so often he pulled back to tongue at the head, circling around it before flicking slowly over the slit. I had to admit, I loved it. Nothing had ever felt like this did. I was beginning to think this Oliver was some type of sex god. By far the best I'd ever had.