Games

18

The next four chapters I'm updating for ConcealedScars. I love this book with my life and holy shit I don't think I can ever get tired of it. Ihope you don't either.

Oliver held my hand while pulling me up the stairs, hearts racing in anticipation. I still couldn't believe it; Oliver was mine. Fully mine; he had claimed me as his boyfriend and even though the label wasn't supposed to mean much to me, it did. It made us that much more closer to one another.

His grip was tight as he dragged me into the room we shared, letting go of my hand to shut the door behind us, his back turned to me as he faced the door and breathed slowly. I watched him intently as he turned around and looked at me, almost like he was questioning his motives and waiting for me to make any protests - not that I would.

It wasn't until I gave him a slight nod then he finally took a few steps towards me and closed the gap, capturing my lips with his and immediately slipping his tongue into my mouth. This kiss wasn't like before; it was in the sense that it was Oliver kissing me, but this one wasn't a desperate or rough kiss. It was slow and deep and made me want him all the more.

His hands circled my back, torso pressing against mine as he began walking forward, picking me up somewhere in the process and tossing me on the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, I watched him take his sweater off, eyes never leaving mine when he tossed it to the side and climbed between my legs, kneeling as his hands slipped under my shirt, pulling it over my head.

He reattached our lips and ground his hips into mine, the obvious bulges beneath our sweatpants brushing against the others. I gasped at the sudden movements, clutching onto his back and groaning. For some reason this was feeling much better than usual - and that was saying something, considering how amazing he usually felt.

"You're already so hard for me," Oliver smirked against my skin, leaving light kisses on my neck, hand trailing up my side. I didn't reply, only let him slide further down between my legs, lips pressing against random spots on my chest and stomach. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my sweats and boxers and pulled both down around my ankles, tugging them past my feet in a quick attempt to get me fully naked.

I shuffled my feet a bit to help, sitting upright when they were off and immediately going to grasp Oliver's own bulge, massaging it gently before pulling his bottoms down and smirking at him.

He climbed off the bed in a hurry and kicked the sweats away, making his way to his bags and shuffling through them in an attempt to find what he was looking for. It wasn't long before he was coming back with a condom and bottle of lube, placing both on the nightstand and falling back between my legs.

"I don't want to be rough this time," Oliver whispered shyly, littering my chest with soft kisses and I smiled down at him, tangling my fingers in his hair with one hand and forcing him to look up at me.

"That's fine," I smiled. "It'll be nice to have a change."

"You're the first person I'm doing this with," he mumbled, bringing himself to his knees and reaching for the condom. "So don't get mad if I can't control myself."

"I trust you," I said, taking the foil packet from him and tearing it open. He let me roll it onto himself, handing me the bottle of lube to coat his length with it. I poured a small amount onto his hand, which he used to cover his fingers with and before I knew it he had those two fingers inside of me, prepping me slowly.

I moaned, the noise muffled by his mouth crashing against mine in haste. I rocked my hips up, silently urging him to add another finger, which he did. That was when I gasped into his mouth, Oliver taking the opportunity to bite my lower lip and drag his teeth across it, eyes locked with mine.