“It’s a lot less cool than your room,” I admit, remembering his better computer chair and the dark color of his walls.
“It’s fine, Blair,” he chuckles, walking to my bookshelf and running a finger over the few titles I have there. “I wasn’t expecting some super secret place that told me all of your pitch black secrets.”
“I don’t think I have any,” I admit after a moment’s thought. I flop down on the side of my bed while he explores, legs curled up under me so I can watch him as he looks for specks of dust or something else I can’t figure out.
“Really?” he asks, coming to sit on the bed beside me. “Not even one?” He doesn’t hesitate, and after how much we talked at dinner, I’m not sure I should’ve expected him to.
Whatever Iwasexpecting, it isn’t this. It isn’t the way he leans forward to catch my lips with his, or the way his hand smooths down my jaw to my throat, where it stays. “Hi,” I whisper, when he pulls away just slightly, eyes searching mine. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“And that makes it better every time.” His eyes dance in the dim light from my bedside table, his other hand coming up to grip my thigh. “We don’t have to do anything,” he promises, voice soft. “I love your company as much as I love everything else about you. Do you want to just hang out?”
Loveis a strong word, though I suppose it does make a point. I know Oliver doesn’tloveme in the true meaning of the word, after all. How could he, when he’s only known me for a few weeks?
“No, I’m fine with this,” I breathe, then back up to try again, saying quickly, “I mean… I’m more than okay with this. I love you kissing me. And I love kissingyou. You’re—”
He cuts me off with a chuckle, and another soft kiss. “Just remember that you can always tell me to stop, and I will. I would never go further than you want, Blair. I’d never hurt you like that.” Strong words, for someone who hasn’t known me long enough to know whattoo farmight be.
My head spins when he pushes me back onto the bed and takes a moment to kneel between my parted thighs.
Suddenly, it feels like today was a bad day for a skirt—or a really good day, I suppose—as it falls to my hips with the help of his hands on my thighs. He rakes his hands upward, dragging my shirt up from my waist and stopping when it’s at the same level as my bra.
Oliver stares at me as my heart races; then leans forward to come down on his hands pressed to either side of my face on the bed.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, voice rough. “But I’ve always known that.” He lifts one hand to move it back to my stomach, splaying his fingers against my pale skin before curling them in the waistband of my skirt. My breath catches in my throat, but after a moment, he releases the waistband and instead moves his hand upward, palming my breasts through my bra before wrapping his long fingers lightly around my throat. “You look so good with my hand here,” he tells me, sending a thrill of fear-tinged excitement down my spine and straight to my center.
“You didn’t tell me you were into choking,” I murmur, not knowing what elsetosay.
His smile is apologetic, but he doesn’t move his fingers. “Sorry. I got caught up in thinking about you as my sweet,sweetlittle puppy. I like breath play.” He gives a soft squeeze of his fingers that sends another jolt through me. “But I would neverhurt you, wonder girl. I know how to make it feel so good, but you’ll never be in any danger of real damage.”
“That’s kind of terrifying,” I admit, locking eyes with him. Am I really going to let Oliverchokeme?
He chuckles, his fingers releasing at once so he can brush my bangs back from my face. “I know. We’ll work up to it. I won’t force you to accept all my kinks, or show you them all at once. I’m not very patient, but I will be for you.” He kisses me once more, the same soul-sucking kiss that he’s so good at.
When he pulls away, I can’t help the words that flow from my mouth, though I definitely should have kept them inside. “What if I want you to?”
“What if you want me to what, wonder girl?”
“Choke me.”
His eyes widen, pupils dark against the whites of his eyes as he studies my face. “We’re skipping a lot of steps, I think,” he says at last. Though I feel the way his hand curls up and over my shoulder, like he wants to so badly he can barely stop himself.
“I’ve never let anyone choke me,” I admit, watching as he moves from between my thighs to the space beside me on the bed.
“Whathaveyou let someone do to you?” he asks conversationally, while his hand finds the bottom of my tee and lifts it up over my bra. His fingers tease the thin material under it, curving along the wire, and when he meets my eyes, I hesitate. “We don’t have to,” he reminds me, skimming his fingers back down my body. “I want whatever you’re comfortable with, and that’s all.”
“Liar,” I accuse smartly, and he rolls his eyes up to look at me in a way that’s just so suddenly reminiscent of our professor that it nearly makes my heart stop.
“Don’t be mean to me,” Oliver chuckles, sitting up to brace himself on his elbow. He drags my bra up and over my head,with only a little assistance from me, and then locks eyes with me again as his fingers tease at the dips of my collarbones. “And answer my question.”
“I’ve… had missionary sex a couple times,” I say finally. “With the same guy.”
His fingers pause, but he only shrugs and asks, “Was it simply the most fulfilling thing you’ve ever done in your life?”
I can’t help but snort, fixing him with a dry look that has him grinning once more. “What do you think?”
“I think a girl like you deserves to befuckeduntil she can’t stand,” he answers smoothly, searching my face for a reaction. I’m sure he gets it. The shock is so quick, that by the time it’s dissolved into a pleasurable shudder, it’s been plainly written across my face for him. His fingers move, teasing one nipple until I can’t help but press my thighs together at the excitement coursing through me.
“I’ll never get over kissing you,” he adds, his hand coming up to gently grip my throat once more. “Has anyone told you that your mouth is just perfect, Blair?” he leans down, but just before he kisses me, adds, “I can’t wait to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”