Northstar Boys (Regie×Oliver)

Chapter 9

"Shit," Oliver whispers, eyes wide.
Then - so slowly, it could be a dream, you grasp his hand in yours to move lower on your body. Oliver sucks in a breath, realizing what you want and before you can take it back, before you can question your sanity, he moves on his own. His hand slides lower, beneath the waistband of your sweats to brush over your underwear.
Both of you still, looking at one another - and then Oliver continues, nudging the waistband of your panties aside. Oliver stays there for a moment, finger slipping beneath the elastic to trace over your skin; he lets you get used to the feeling, relax into the motion and when you push your hips up, he tugs your panties aside. The sound reveals how wet you are, how wet you are for him and Oliver inhales at the noise. His finger moves lower, making a perfect circle around your already swollen clit - you groan out loud, when he does it again.
"Shit," he whispers, rolling closer. Oliver's hair falls forward to stare intently at the crux of your thighs. Both sweats and sheets are pushed to your knees but you remain covered by panties until Oliver shoves these aside to spread your folds. He stares at your body, drinking you in and you know this should be uncomfortable but somehow find it is not. Oliver's fingers slide to either side of your clit, forcing your back to arch upwards on the bed.
Fuck," Oliver murmurs, gaze drifting to yours. "You're so responsive, baby. Do you like having your clit rubbed that much?"

Hearing him call you baby feels both foreign and right, as though it is the next logical thing in your pantheon of names. "Yes," you exhale, wriggling your ass on the bed. "I like when you touch me, Oliver."

As though you have flipped a switch, Oliver's eyes darken. "Really," he mutters, sliding a finger slowly into your cunt. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that, Regie."

Before you can ask what he means, Oliver curls said finger upwards to press his thumb to your clit. Moaning his name, you fall back on the bed. "Oliver," you exhale, voice breathy beyond recognition.

"Mm?" he murmurs, lifting himself onto his knees. "Just relax," he instructs, pushing your camisole higher. "I want to make you feel good."

Nodding, you keep your eyes closed when he shifts - Oliver's hands find your waist, pulling your underwear down to toss onto the floor. He positions himself in between your legs, one on either side while he rubs circles on your thighs and Oliver lowers his lips to trail kisses towards your sex.