I have four hours until I need to be at the airport with my incredibly time sensitive manager, Denise. But, I intend to forget about all that because Murry's finally stopped being so stubborn.

Thank Christ

My eyes trail up her naked body taking her all in. She's the most perfect woman I've ever seen. Especially now, her head still up in the clouds of euphoria bringing a pink flush to her freckled cheeks and a heaviness to her big eyes.

It's quite clear she's never been eaten out before so the little shit inside me does a happy dance. Sure it might be a little chauvinistic but I at least can claim some part of being one of her firsts...okay fine, that's completely chauvinistic.

I've loved this girl since forever. It bloody killed me when I knew she had chosen Jeremy. So, with this insignificant and dickishly satisfying thought of being the first with that sexual experience I'll have a smug smile on my face for the next week while I'm in Italy.

With that same smug grin I lay close to her burying my nose into her neck and inhale the lovely smell of her. She's always smelled faintly of honey, I don't know what perfume she uses but it's been the same since we were kids so I reckon her pheromones might just give off that wonderful scent.

"I feel like melted butter." She mutters beside me.

"You taste like melted butter." I chide.

"Oh my God, Ollie." She gives me a half-hearted slap but isn't able to hide an adorable laugh.

Butter and honey, yup. That's what she tasted like. Fucking dessert.

"So I'm assuming that was new for you?" I ask, already knowing the answer but I want to hear her say it.

"How could you tell?" She rolls into me and cuddles in close.

"Murry, why didn't you and Jeremy go over that? I mean, I'm chuffed he didn't but why weren't you being fulfilled?"

"I'm not sure...He asked all the time. Well he used to anyways. I guess I didn't like the thought of him down there, I'm still trying to figure this out...and I'm starting to feel guilty because I treated Jeremy like another chore...I'm beginning to see why he cheated on me."

Where the hell is she getting all this from? Leave it to Muriel to go from getting eaten out to then feeling guilty about her cheating ex.

"He was your boyfriend. It was his responsibility to make you feel comfortable to try new things. You have nothing to feel guilty about."

"Mmm...I don't know. Now that I see how it's supposed to be I feel like I was wasting his time."

"You are too thoughtful. Anyways, we're on a time limit and my spoiled arse doesn't want to spend anymore time on Jeremy." I say. She giggles and places soft lingering kisses on the front of my throat sweetly and silently telling me she agrees.

My skin prickles as she climbs over me, her warm skin soft and smooth like pearls and velvet. "Don't you want to be sure to get some sleep before you leave?"

The coyness in her words and tone combined with her legs mounting my hips and her mouth kissing and sucking my neck has the needy body part between my legs twitching.

"There's no way I'll be able to sleep." I counter. However, she dips down passed my chest and gives me a cheeky glance when she reaches belly button.

Oh, fuck. If she's about to suck me off I'm defo going to be late for my flight.

Her hands hook into my boxers and pull them down, her nervous bite on her lower lip and her wide eyes is so sexy. "I don't want you to do anything if it feels like a chore, Muriel."

"Okay," She lifts a light red brow and folds her lips over her teeth, "This isn't a chore or a favor, I want to do it."

Thank fuck for that

The thought of cock blocking myself for the second time flashes in my mind so I screw my lips shut not wanting to scare her off with her mouth so close to my dick.

When her hot mouth covers me it takes all my self control not to combust. Her slow movements drive me mad. I pile some of her red wet hair ontop of her head and tangle my fingers into it watching her unable to blink as she moves up and down.

Her tantalizing tongue causes my eyes to roll back and the pressure to build while I'm unable to control the sounds escaping my lips, "I fucking lo-." My eyes fly open and I quickly get my shit together, "Love that."

I'm a total arse for nearly confessing my feelings to Murry while she's got my cock in her mouth.

Thank god this girl is oblivious and continues without any sort of suspicion.

I drop my arm and feel along the floor until I find a peice of clothing and yank it up quickly.

"Right, Murry, that's good." I murmur quickly afraid I might cum in her mouth if she goes any longer. I guide her up to my mouth and release into the green shirt in my hands.

"Um, Ollie, that was my shirt." She giggles looking down between us at the balled up mess over my crotch.

"Shit, I'm sorry we didn't officially go over what was appropriate."

I begin to clean myself off with her shirt, to which I make a mental note to buy her a new one, and then toss it to the floor as she thins her eyes at me and responds, "Appropriate? I understand you think I'm this innocent thing-." To which I snort a laugh because she is, "Stop being a jerk. What I was going to say is I would have liked to have been the one to do it."

"You mean to say you wanted me to-."

"Yes, Ollie, you don't have to be so crude all the time."

Bloody hell

"I'm used to having everything laid out, Murry. That's the way things don't get messy or misunderstood."

"Or the details of your dick keeps from being plastered on the internet?"

I burst into laughter and manage to collect myself, "Precisely...I see Ty has managed to rub off on you."

"Almost, so do I need to sign one of these NDA things?"

I chuckle again and let out a long breath, knowing full well Denise would be shoving the pen and paper down her throat if she knew what was going on. "Nah. I trust you. Besides, you want to keep this a secret. Maybe you should have me sign one instead."

Muriel smirks and settles close next to me. We're squished together in this tiny twin size bed and wind up going a second round, this time all clothing spared.

"Okay, I do have to go now." I say against Murry's lips however I remain hunched over Murry and her tiny bed.

"Okay," She half laughs and pulls back slightly, while I kiss her again.

I want nothing more to stay in bed with her all day, so my knees find the matress again and her soft giggle lures me back over her, "I'm late." I remind myself hoping saying it outloud will somehow give me the power to get my arse into gear.

"Yes you are." Muriel's sweet voice teases me even more with forgetting my engagements.

"Just come with me?" I ask stealing squeezes of her bare breasts.

She shakes her head and pushes my hands down so they rest on her ribs. I groan out a long sigh and begrudgingly pull myself from her quickly dressing in my boxers and trousers first. "Well, if you change your mind just call or text me."

"You're fans are smart Ollie, they'd figure everything out the second they spot me in Italy."

"Deny, deny, deny." I say finding my semi damp shirt from the floor and pull it on.

"Just promise you'll call me and send pictures." She rolls onto her side and covers herself with the blanket.

"Or you could see it for yourself?" I prod again stuffing my feet into my trainers.

She laughs and shakes her head again, this time yawning. I retrieve my phone from my pants pocket and see I'm nearly an hour late and I've got a half dozen missed calls from Denise. "Fuck me, I've got to go. Denise is going to have my head."

Muriel laughs, so I swiflty cut her off by kissing her lips. Her hands hold the back of my neck slightly pulling me to crawl on top of her, but I refrain knowing I'd never leave if I climbed into her bed again. "You'll call me right?" She asks when our lips part.

"I'll call you as soon as I land."

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"Right, this is your itinerary for the week. As you can see you won't have much time for dilly dallying." Denise hands me a print out of a spreadsheet that I hardly spend time looking at, knowing I'll have an email of my schedule waiting in my phone for me.

She snatches the paper back from me, still upset with my being late this morning. I chuckle and glance to the oval window beside me at the puffy clouds just beneath the wing of the private jet I'm paying out the arse for.

"I need to make time for a quick shopping trip." I say remembering I defiled Murry's green top, that I rather enjoyed seeing her in last night.

"I may be able to squeeze one- hold on, why do you need to go shopping? You hate shopping."

"I want to buy something for someone." I say my lips spreading wide into a large shit eating smile reliving the dessert between her legs I practically feasted on three times before I left.

"Is this someone Muriel Reazpoe?"

I don't bother with the answer because I can feel the heated glare from Denise on the side of my face. "Ollie, if the two of you are anything other than friends, I need to know about it. This is to keep your assets safe as well as hers, you know this."

"I know. We're only friends." Even hearing the words from my mouth I don't believe it and I'm a pro at making people believe me.

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I loved this chapter!

It's so nice to write such a light hearted story.

Sorry for the late update, it was intended to be out last night, but I wanted to cuddle my babies for a movie night lol

How are we doing? What do you think will happen while Ollie is in Italy?