July, 2019

What felt like an eternity passed in the darkness of my room before he finally graced my ears with, "That's far from sleeping."

"But it would be a distraction," I blabbered, hating that it felt like I was begging for this. "It would stop my thoughts and... eventually we'd be tired enough to sleep."

More silence greeted my ears, and my face felt like it was being engulfed in flames before my heart started to sear with a similar heat as the rejection rolled in.

"Forget it. I'm sorry I—" I started to say.

Then, "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"... Only if you do."

"But it might be a while until we go to sleep if we do."

"... It's not like I was in a rush to sleep anyway. Though I understand if—"

His hands—quick and rough—pulled me impossibly closer as his lips continued to trail over my jaw, neck, and cleavage. He paused for a moment to whisper in my ear, "Don't kiss my lips... but feel free to kiss anything else."

It was meant to be sexy, but the instruction to stay away from a commitment of forever was still felt in my heart.

Though I couldn't dwell on it for too long as he started peeling down my underwear and his mouth began exploring from my knee, to my thigh, to in between my legs.

All thoughts and worries fled as his tongue washed over me, pressing, flickering, taking me up and higher and making me moan his name.

After orgasming what felt like several times, he then began working his way back up my body, peeling my shirt off with it before working his mouth over my breasts.

"Lukas," I sighed into him. "I need more."

"You started this," he whispered. "And I'll take this as slow as I want now. Just enjoy."

"But I'm burning for more."

He made no move though to pull off his boxers.

So I started to reach down to do so myself.

Yet his hands quickly stopped mine, pinning them above my head.

"Lukas," I whined.

"Shh." His lips were on my cheek, gentle, softer, and then his fingers quickly slid into me.

"Oh fuck," I hissed.

"Tilt your hips more, Ollie," he whispered back.

I complied, and his fingers slid even further up me, slowly pressing against my g-spot. "Faster," I begged, grinding my hips now against his hand.

He responded by sliding out a bit. "Be a good girl and listen to me at least here."

I glared at him, rousing a chuckle from him.

"The more you misbehave, the slower I'll go."

"And if I obey your every order?"

"I'll pound you so hard and fast until you wake up the whole house."

I snorted, before saying, "Please don't wake them."

"That's on you, Ol."

I bit my lip as I relaxed in his hold, my hands still pinned above my head as his fingers worked back in me, ever so slowly entering and exiting. "Will you bite me too?"

"Would you like me to?"

I nodded vigorously. "If you do, of course."

"Oh, I do... Fuck, I do."

His curse stirred me, made me thrust my hips against his hands.

And he tutted. "You're being impatient."

"I'm sorry."

"Good to hear... but do you mean it?"

His lips pressed into my neck, teasing, and his fingers started to move in and out a little faster.

This exchange was no longer feeling like it was just for me anymore, but also something Lukas needed to distract himself from the woes that plagued his heart. So I gave him everything he wanted. I did everything he ordered. If it was what he needed... if it got me what I needed... I'd do it.

"I'm going to release one of your hands... will you touch me?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Mhmm."

"Then I will," I replied, following his orders quickly so as to please him.

"Oh, shit..." he moaned, head burying into my neck as I stroked up and down his shaft. "That's... very nice."

I wanted to laugh at his praising tone... it certainly wasn't something I was used to.

But his fingers picked up pace in me, and all thoughts left my mind.

My hands quickly forgot what they were doing, and instead I clawed at him.

Nails down his back.

Fingers in his hair.

Teeth in his neck.

All the while his hand rammed into me until I found myself clenching around him and fading into oblivion.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked me, slowing down in pace as he kissed my neck.

"Very much," I whimpered, wanting to beg for more, but not wanting him to slow down again.

"Good. Let's see if you enjoy this too."

Quicker than I could follow, he lined himself up against me and thrust into me.

I yelped too loudly, causing him to stop.

"Sorry," he worried, lifting himself higher to look at me. "Are you—"

"Again," I found myself pleading, even though I said I wouldn't.

"... Are you making demands of me, Ollie?"

"Oh, please... just fuck me already, Lukas. I've been good until now. Just please—"

He thrust into me again, and I groaned.

He slowly slid all the way out, then another, sharp hard thrust.

And again.

And again.

My head fell back.

My body arched upwards.

And I was ready for him to take all of me.

Until suddenly he rolled us over, and he laid on his back, me on top.

"Your turn," he replied.

"You, Lukas Fuller, are wicked," I purred.

"You stopped following my orders, Olivia Byrne."

I couldn't hide the smirk that stole my face before I leaned down to kiss his nose.

"Oh... and if you still want me to bite you, then you better make me want to."

My eyes narrowed, but I didn't respond, instead accepting his challenge. Because how could it not feel as good for him as it does for me? We fit together so perfectly. Like we were made for each other.

Yet I hadn't forgotten his earlier teasing. Which was why, instead of resuming the pace he had before, I went slowly. As slowly as I could. Gliding myself up along his shaft then taking my time coming back down.

He responded with soft sighs. With hands on my hips, fingers pressing in as if impatient for more.

Though he never asked for it.

I kept up as long as I could, wondering when he would break.

But it was me he broke first. Knees aching, thighs throbbing, I came to a stop, collapsing onto his chest.

"I need you to take over," I admitted in a mumble.

He let out a soft chuckle, before peeling me off him. Hand cupping my face he said, "Tired?"

"I don't have the stamina to be on top for so long. It's fine. I concede. You don't have to bite me."

"Are you assuming I didn't enjoy that?"

"... well, it was very slow."

Shifting upwards, he whispered in my ear, "I was so close to coming just then. I love feeling you around me, Ollie. Whatever tempo. Whatever position. As long as it's you."

"Lukas," was all I breathed back for a while. His head had turned to face me, and I rested my head atop his, his breath warm on my mouth, his lips only centimetres from mine.

He started off slow, like I had been going, though eventually he started to quicken the pace, holding my hips as he bared my weight for me. "Hard and fast, right?"

"Please."

"Since you asked so nicely."

He didn't give me a chance to respond. Next I knew, he started thrusting quickly, deliberately, intensely.

Our flesh slapped loudly as our bodies collided, and I no longer could stifle my moans.

"Fuck, yes. Oh Lukas."

He paused, flipping me onto my back before leaning over me and resuming the same tempo. "Say my name again."

"Lukas," I cried, feeling my vision beginning to go white.

"Again."

"Lukas!"

"Again!"

"Lu-Lukas!" I clenched around him as I unravelled, feeling my own liquid now pooling out as I released.

Then, just when I thought it was over, his teeth sank into my neck.

My vision blurred even further, my mind going far away as honey... no, ecstasy raced through my veins with unbridled delight.

I couldn't say his name anymore.

I couldn't make any noise.

I was gone in my blissful abyss as he sucked and fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

His lips broke off my neck just before he moaned his finishing release into my ear and spilled into me, a sigh of my name ending it all, "Oh, Ollie."