Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He shakes the liquor bottle at us before sliding it into his pocket again, then bounding away, already starting to dance as he heads into the crowd.
“Quit giving him a hard time, Sev,” I tell him. “He’s really not so bad.”
“Weston’s awesome,” Ollie agrees.
Sevan just watches him from afar, his eyes narrowed. “Really not my kind of person. But I’ll try to be nicer. For you guys.”
We hang out with Sev for at least another hour, and I’m glad that he can feel like he’s part of the party even if he can’t dance. Eventually a few other Daggers guys come around and start chatting with him about a few of their upcoming events, and I take Ollie back out onto the dance floor.
And then I change my mind.
I grab his hand, pulling him off toward the hall at the edge of the room that leads to some bathrooms and supply closets.
“Come here.”
“Where are we going?” he asks as I duck into the dark hall.
I shove him up against the wall right there, pushing my hips up against him.
“Well, I wanted to drag you into one of the rooms at the end,” I tell him, leaning in to nip a little bite on his chin. “But now I think I might be too impatient.”
I push the front of my body against his as I kiss him, slow and deep, wishing I could take my cock out and fuck him right here.
“I can feel you,” Ollie says, reaching down to drag his fingers along the outline of my cock through the front of my suit pants.
“That’s because I’m shoving my dick up against your leg like I’m desperate,” I tell him. “Not going to lie, I’m kind of into you, Ollie.”
He hums, squeezing my cock through the fabric. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
Molten desire spreads through my whole body as I hear him say it.
He’s the only person I’d ever want to be obsessed with me. His attention is real. His love is actually worth something. And for the first time ever, I don’t feel like I’m tied down when I imagine being committed to Oliver.
Being with him feels like being free.
And that’s a rush like nothing I’ve ever known.
“You know, all the bullshit that led me to coming here,” I say, “to being basically forced into coming here… it was all worth it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Because I get to fuck with you like this.”
I yank the bottom of his shirt up from where it’s tucked into his pants and I push my hand underneath, touching his warm skin at the small of his back.
Little moments like that with him are real euphoria.
The only kind I’m interested in, now.
I pull out a small, smooth toy I had stashed in one of my suit pockets. It’s a plug only about a couple of inches long, but it’s perfect for right now. I bring it up, spit on it, and slick it around the top.
“Niko,” he breathes, and his eyes widen even in the low light.
“Going to keep you hard all night. And I want you to clench your ass around this every time, knowing you’re getting worked open for me.”
“Niko,” he repeats again, going a little breathless as I put my hand with the toy past his waistband.
I spread his cheeks a little and line the end of the toy up with his hole, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, I push it in.
The way he moans for me is almost unbearable.
I want to fuck him right now.
Here.
I need to bury myself in his tight ass more than I’ve needed anything all night.
But patience makes it all even better.
I push it in all the way until the flared base tucks in snug against his hole. I give it another little push for good measure, and I kiss his mouth again, biting his lower lip.
“You’ll enjoy how that feels as we dance.”
“You’re diabolical. And I love you so fucking much,” he utters.
“You are everything to me, Ollie. Now get out there and dance with me while you know you’re mine the whole night.”
For the rest of the night we have our little shared secret.
But the most important thing now is that our other secrets are gone.
He knows me.
I know him.
And there’s still so much we get to learn about each other. All the cheesy stuff I thought I hated before, like his favorite songs and colors and pizza topping preferences.
There was nothing Ollie ever could have told me that would have been too much. I loved that he was a virgin, and he loved that I was broken.
And there’s nothing secret about our relationship anymore.
Because nothing in my life has ever been more real than this.
Epilogue
OLIVER, TWO MONTHS LATER
I look over at Niko in the driver’s side seat. “Would you still fuck me if I was a warm apple pie?”