Even though I had no problem with cooking, Oli insisted on ordering in because he didn't want me to feel like I had to do anything for him. It was nice of him, though unnecessary since I was happy to actually have someone to fuss over. We ended up ordering pizza from his favourite place that did a couple of vegan variations and had it delivered. I changed into my pyjamas and we cuddled up on the couch under a blanket with the pizza, his dogs and beer for Oli and watched the weirdest, yet most amazing movie called 'Lucy'. The 5-second-long sex scene of a couple fucking in the back of a car was enough to make me think about sex for a solid five minutes, and it made me realise that it had actually been 2 days since Oli and I had been intimate. It made sense given the flight from the US and the jet lag, but it must have been a record for us.
When the movie came to an end, I fetched Oli another beer and headed upstairs, using the old 'bathroom' excuse to leave him in the lounge. I had packed sexy lingerie for the trip; three sets because I liked to surprise him sometimes, and I knew how he felt about me doing that... he made no secret of it what so ever. I decided on a black set and snuck into the bathroom to change into it. I chuckled as I put it on because it was a lot; almost bondage-looking, with straps and a choker type thing, and of course a garter belt which always made any lingerie set look naughty as hell. I took one of his baggy zip-front hoodies that was a size or two too big for me and zipped it up before heading downstairs. You would never even know what was happening underneath.
As I arrived back in the kitchen, he asked if I wanted to watch another movie – it was only 9:30pm after all. "Sure." I replied, definitely lying. If only he knew what was about to happen. He pointed the remote at the TV and searched around for another movie as I wandered over to the lounge and stood in front of him, wanting to get his attention. He looked up at me - probably wondering why the fuck I was blocking the TV, lol.
"Are you cold?" he asked, noticing the hoodie that I now had on.
"No." I said, trying not to grin. "I'm actually really fucking hot." I added. He just looked at me with confusion, so I unzipped the hoodie and let it fall down my arms to the floor. Poor Oli. He did what he always did when I surprised him with lingerie; wide-eyes, raised eyebrows, a dropped-open mouth and a few seconds where he just seemed to freeze in shock with his eyes locked onto me. I loved how he made me feel in those moments... it didn't matter how many people called me beautiful, hot or whatever else - nothing made me feel it more than the way Oli always reacted to seeing me in lingerie. "Oh shit." he said, staring at me as I approached and climbed onto his lap, my legs at either side of his body. "You weren't lying when you said you were really fucking hot." he said cleverly as he ditched the remote and slid his hands up my thighs and rested them on my hips. "You know it's been two days?" I asked as his eyes travelled down my lingerie-clad body.
"Well two minutes with you and I'll be back to zero." he said jokingly, self-deprecating himself as usual, all the while still ogling me.I grabbed at the bottom of his shirt and started dragging it up and he leaned forward so I could pull it off over his head. "You definitely shouldn't be wearing that." I said as I bit my lip suggestively and threw the shirt across the room. He just watched me as I ran my hands down his chest and looked back at him as I got to the button of his pants. "And you most certainly shouldn't be wearing these" I said with a cheeky smile as I undid his pants. Poor Oli was already extremely excited and I hadn't even touched him yet. I guess the sudden and unexpected 'let's do it' lingerie moment had gotten him in the mood. I kissed his cheek and put my lips to his ear. "What do you want to do to me?" I whispered as I began to kiss his neck.
"You know exactly what I want to do to you." he replied hastily. I laughed and let my breath skim across his skin. "Do you want to do bad things to me?" I whispered, bringing my face back in front of his. He exhaled hard. "I want to do bad things to you in every room of this house." he said deeply with intent and a lust-filled stare. Whenever Oli spoke like that and was in 'sex mode' I got so turned on. "Well close your eyes and count to ten and whatever room you find me in is where we'll start." I said playfully before kissing him quickly, gently biting his lip and then climbing off his lap.
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You Can Have My Heart (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE
RomancePART 3 OF A 3-PART SERIES. The sequel to 'Follow You' and second sequel to 'Don't Let Go'; a story about a girl who falls for a musician named Oli that she met at an English music festival. Please check them out if you haven't already! After their...