Games

9

Reaching next to us on the bed, Oliver grabbed a foil packet and brought himself to his knees, wasting no time in shuffling himself out of his jeans and boxers and chucking them to the side. He tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his member, leaning back over me to reattach our lips. He kissed me with such force and hunger, I couldn't stop the noises eliciting from my mouth into his.

"How do you want me?" He asked quietly, although I knew he was going to fuck me any way he pleased, despite what my answer may be. He dragged his nails down my chest, leaving red lines in their wake.

"Like this," I breathed, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my head. "Fuck me just like this."

"You like that don't you?" He smirked, biting his lower lip as his hands made their way over my thighs. They settled at the backs of my knees and he tugged my body closer to him, pushing my legs up until my knees were touching my chest, exposing myself further to him. "Spreading your legs for me like a fucking slut, yeah?"

"Mhm," I answered, grabbing hold of his shoulders and squeezing them when he slid into me easily, not stopping until our hips were touching and I was filled completely. He stayed still for a moment, letting me get used to the stretch, before drawing out and forcing himself back in quickly.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his head down for a kiss. He sucked on my bottom lip harshly before his tongue found its way into my mouth, invading and exploring every inch. I broke it when he unexpectedly pounding into my spot and I let out a shocked groan.

"Keep your mouth shut," he demanded, sitting upright and still fucking himself into me roughly. The headboard of the bed clashed against the wall and the sound of skin snapping against skin could be easily heard, yet he still told me to be quiet. I knew if someone walked past they'd be able to hear it, but I didn't think Oliver particularly cared too much anymore.

"Please," I moaned, tugging him back down and wrapping my arms around him, one heading straight for his hair, which I tangled my fingers in, the other running along the sweat glistened curve of his back, gliding over his bum and grabbing the skin tightly. His head was now level with mine and we locked stares. There was pure lust in his eyes, masked by something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I ignored it either way.

"I said shut up," he growled, throwing his hand over my mouth and muffling my moans. I squirmed and writhed underneath him, breathing heavily through my nose, which was difficult. I had a feeling that after a while it would become even harder to breathe.

"You look so fucking good like this," he said in a tireless, husky voice. All I could do was hum, blink slowly, and try to control my breathing. "You like having this cock in your ass huh? Like feeling it pound into you over and over and over again?" He ended the sentence by biting his lip, watching my desperate expression as I shook my head up and down quickly.

I tried speaking, tried letting him know that I was going to come any second, but his hand never left my face. I didn't know what to do other than at least attempt to say something.

"What was that?" Oliver mocked, giving me a playfully confused look. "I can't understand you." Frustrated, I poked my tongue out past my lips and licked the palm of his hand. "Oh," he grinned, re-situating his hand so that his index and middle finger were stuck into my mouth. I bit on them gently before opening my mouth.

"I'm gonna come," I whispered finally, returning to sucking his fingers past my lips.

"Not before I do," he retorted, breath faltering. I knew that he was close, so that didn't worry me much. I wouldn't have to wait long.

"Then don't stop," I said when his fingers left my mouth, grabbing his hips and forcing them down harder into me every time, urging his release. "Don't stop fucking me 'til you come. I want you to, so badly."