My gasp at the words is swallowed by his mouth, his hand wandering down my body once more as he teases my other nipple into the same stiffness as the first. His kiss is hard, nearly bruising, teeth nipping at my lip whenever his tongue isn’t exploring every space available to him like it’s his.
When his hand finds my thighs, he gently taps my leg, a clear signal for me to relax. My hand finds his hair instead, and he waits patiently until I have the courage to let my thighs fall open once more, shivering under his hand.
“So sweet,” he purrs against my mouth, wasting no time before his fingers dip under my skirt and panties. “You’re always so sweet for me, Blair. Bet you’re just as sweet down here.”He slides a finger into me slowly, savoring my shiver and the way I chase his mouth for the taste of him. “Greedy,” he purrs, delighted, before kissing me again and adding a second finger.
He’s so slow, sorelaxedwhile he fingers me that it’s almost a surprise when I realize that I’m close. His thumb brushing my clit becomes more insistent as I whine against his lips, and when I am finally allowed to breathe again, I can’t help but stutter, “I’m going to come, Oliver.”
“I know,” he replies, a soft laugh on his lips. “I can feel how much you want to. Is this okay? Can I make you come for me?”
“Is that even a question?”
“It is, if I’m asking it.”
“Yeah, Oliver. Please make me come.”
He groans hoarsely at my words, adding another finger that he languidly pushes in and out of my body. “Come for me, Blair,” he growls against my lips, nipping at them more harshly than he has all night. “Come on my fingers. I can feel how wet your sweet little cunt is. Show me how you look when you come. I want to fucking hear the sounds you make.”
My hand twists in his shirt, eyes locked with his as his hand moves faster, fingers driving into me and scissoring against my inner walls. His thumb on my clit is suddenly more intense, and I cry out sharply as my orgasm hits me hard, like a pillow full of bricks. My toes curl against the sheets, back arching as he continues to finger my pussy with his eyes fixed on my face.
“Good girl. Goodfuckinggirl, Blair. Just like that. Just a little more.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can; I bet you can. I bet you can come again for me.”
I shake my head against his chest, my body tense and thighs shaking. I’m too sensitive as my body rides out the aftershocks of my orgasm, and he finally kisses the side of my face and pulls his fingers free, wiping them on his shirt. “You’re so hot whenyou’re coming,” he tells me, kissing me again instead of letting me reply. “Well, you’re sexy as hell all the time. But you’re really something else like this.” He reaches out, fingers teasing my nipples again.
“Do you want me to—”
“I wanteverythingfrom you,” he assures me quickly, as if he’s afraid my feelings are hurt. “But I’m also afraid your roommate might be home soon… and if she sees me with my hand in your hair while you’re choking on my cock, she’ll probably shoot me.” He grins when he says it, like it’s the biggest joke in the world to him.
Unfortunately, he’s right. I shrug on my red tee that’s under my pillows, pulling off my skirt as I sit up. The shirt is long enough to cover me anyway, and by the way Oliver reaches out to run his hands up his thighs before standing, I have a feeling he appreciates this more, anyway.
“You don’t have to go,” I tell him, striding to the window to look down at the street. “I mean, we could always…”
The words die in my throat, and all I can do is stare as I look down at the man standing on the opposite sidewalk.
Is he watching me?
I can’t see his face. I can’t see anything other than the silhouette of him with his hands in his pockets and the way his face is upturned to lookstraightat my window. Almost instinctively, my arms come up over my chest, and Oliver is on his feet a moment later, arms at my shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking down and around. “Blair? Are you okay?”
“I think… he’s watching me. He’s looking up here—look at him.” I gesture toward the man, and Oliver’s eyes finally land on his.
“Do you think so?” he murmurs, glancing back at me and pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Why? Who in the world would be watching you?”
“I don’t know,” I mumble, eyes not leaving the dark shape. “Oliver, I-I know it sounds dumb, but I’ve been feeling like this for a week or so. Like someone’s watching me, or following me. What if they are? What if it’s not in my head?”
“I think it’s just some weirdo, to be honest,” Oliver admits, obviously trying to soothe my fear. “But look, I was going to head out anyway. Why don’t I go check for you, okay? I’ll see who he is, if he’s still there, and I’ll chase him off if he’s some fucking creep.”
“What if it’s one of the guys from my stream?”
He’s quiet for a moment, considering, then he shakes his head. “No way. You don’t give out any private information. There’s really no way it’s someone like that. You’re okay, wonder girl. You’re fine. I’ve got you, I promise.” He touches my cheek and I lean into it, eyes still fixed on the shape on the sidewalk.
“Don’t get hurt,” I murmur, heart rising nervously in my throat. I can’t take my eyes off of him, because I know somehow that he’ll disappear the moment I do. “Maybe you shouldn’t—”
“It’ll be fine,” he says again, more firmly. “Good night, Blair. I’ll text you from my car after I check on this. It’s okay, I promise.” He kisses my cheek again, and I turn my head just enough so that I can keep my stalker in view while kissing Oliver back. I reach out to touch his arm as he leaves, and his grin is nearly infectious as he turns before leaving the room.