A Price to Pay Page 8

  Three hundred? Wow. That certainly woke me up again. I think if I counted up all my extended family it wouldn’t even exceed thirty, let alone enter triple figures.

  ‘Sounds good to me, if you’re sure you won’t offend anyone?’

  ‘No, we can have a party at a different time and invite them all to that.’ Oliver’s fingers sunk deeper into my hair, and then he suddenly took a firmer hold, tilting my head back further so he could lean over and look deeply into my eyes. He hovered there, his eyes darting across my features as if absorbing every tiny detail to memory.

  ‘I love you so much, Robyn.’ Discussing our wedding was obviously having a similar effect on Oliver as it was on me, because he’d almost blurted the words out as if he physically couldn’t hold them back for another second. I didn’t care when or how he said them, though – I would never tire of hearing him say he loved me.

  My cheeks heated as they often did when in his company and I gave a shy smile. ‘Me, too, Oliver. I can’t wait to marry you.’

  Oliver moved in even closer, his eyes burning with desire and clearly showing every single ounce of what he felt for me. ‘I was hoping you would say that… you know I can be an impatient man, and I don’t want to wait long to have you as my wife. How does July sound?’

  July? That was less than two months away! Mind you, now that Oliver and I had decided to take this next step I wanted to get started on our new life together as soon as possible.

  Would we be able to get it all arranged at such short notice, though? The venue was the big thing, but if we were marrying at his parents’ house we wouldn’t need to worry about finding somewhere that was available, and everything else would be relatively simple.

  ‘Sounds good…’

  He narrowed his eyes and maintained his proximity to me. ‘But? I can hear the hesitancy in your tone. What is it, cariño? Is it too soon?’

  I immediately shook my head. ‘No, there’s no but. All I was going to say was that I’d have to check my parents and brother can all make it, because I couldn’t get married without them there, that was all. As long as they can, then I say we go for it.’

  Oliver growled his appreciation of my answer, and then his expression darkened. He ran his tongue along his lower lip slowly as if deliberately trying to draw my attention. It worked a treat, and suddenly all I could think about were Oliver’s lips and all the wicked things he was capable of doing with them.

  ‘Talking about you becoming my wife is making me really hard,’ he muttered, shifting on the sofa and adjusting his trousers. He extended his hand in a silent demand for my wine and when I passed it to him he placed it on the table and shifted so he had one hand on each side of my head and I was caged in against the sofa.

  ‘Enough talking for now. Let’s work on how we’re going to consummate the marriage. After all, practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?’

  I was now hot and lusty and wanted to do exactly as he suggested, but I flashed a nervous glance at the door. ‘But what about your aunt? Isn’t she home?’

  Oliver also flicked a look at the door and shrugged. ‘She is, but she’s tucked away in the spare room painting. She’ll be up there for hours.’

  I was about to continue my protest, or maybe suggest that we at least moved to his bedroom, but his mouth was on mine before I could let out a single word, capturing my breath and sending me to heaven with his skilful tongue.

  When he was kissing me with this much passion my concern about his aunt being in the house somehow faded away into nothingness.

  Oliver kissed me until I was panting and ready to just submit to whatever he had planned for me, but to my surprise, he suddenly pushed himself away and sat on the opposite end of the sofa. Looking at me from under a hooded gaze, he curled his mouth into an utterly devilish smile and gave his lap a rapid tap.

  ‘Come here, cariño, I want you riding me.’

  Oliver was frequently in charge in the bedroom, meaning I didn’t often get the chance to be on top, so I didn’t pause for long when he gave me the opportunity. I leaped across so exuberantly that he let out a small shocked grunt as my body collided with his, and then chuckled darkly before sliding a hand to the nape of my neck and dragging me down for a kiss.

  Over the course of the next few seconds we kissed like the world was about to end; our hands clutched desperately at clothing, lips explored, tongues twined, and heavy moans filled the air until I was like a boneless mass of desire poured across his lap.

  This was lust at its most potent, and even though we’d only just been talking about the romantic topic of our wedding, I knew that what was about to follow wasn’t going to be slow and romantic at all. It was going to be hard and frantic and about one thing: sex, sex, sex.

  I was straddling Oliver’s lap with my skirt shucked up around my hips so that I was in the perfect position to grind myself down onto the raging erection trapped within his trousers. I greedily slid my fingers through the silky strands at the back of his head and tugged, eliciting a rough groan of pleasure from him as I cupped his face with both of my palms to pull him even nearer, not satisfied with the fact that we were already practically plastered together.

  Oliver took hold of my hips and jerked me down upon him. He gave a sharp, upward thrust of his hips. We were joined at the crotch area so firmly now that I could feel every inch of his cock pulsing through his trousers. He gave another hard thrust that hit my clit with perfection and I moaned and clutched at his shoulders, causing him to hum his appreciation into my mouth.

  Oliver trailed his kisses from my mouth across my jaw and then down onto my neck, each and every one sending a flurry of goose pimples in its wake and leaving me shuddering with need on his lap. One of his hands left my hips and pressed down between us, digging underneath my skirt until his fingers found the damp panties at my groin. ‘Hmmm. Lace,’ he muttered appreciatively, as he pulled the fabric aside and slid a finger along my quivering flesh to my clit.

  My eyes rolled back in my skull at the unbelievable pleasure as a gargled groan left my throat. It felt so incredible that I lifted myself onto my knees to give him even better access. Oliver flicked my skirt up and cast a quick glance down between my legs, giving my nether regions an inquisitive look.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I panted, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious.

  ‘Checking the colour so I know what to replace them with.’

  ‘Why would you need to…?’ But before I’d even finished asking why they would need replacing, Oliver had dug his fingers through the lace and ripped the knickers from my body with one hard tug that had me falling forwards onto him with a shocked gasp.

  His hand was trapped between us, but his fingers immediately sought out my opening and circled it before plunging in with one finger. ‘Oh fuck… so wet… you’re so ready for me, Robyn.’

  I was. I was wet, horny, and more than ready. I simply didn’t care if his aunt was home, I wanted him. Right now.

  Oliver shifted me slightly, so I was back on my knees, and then added a second finger to my channel. He pumped them rhythmically in and out and circled my clit with his thumb until I was well on my way to heaven.

  Not wanting to just sit there limply, I reached down and took advantage of the gap between our bodies to quickly undo his zipper and dip my hand inside. From the moment his hot, hard cock surged free into my palm and Oliver swore in Spanish under his breath I just knew that it was going to be inside me within a matter of seconds.

  And it was. One moment I was palming his cock and running my fist up and down the steely length while he buried his fingers inside me, and the next second, he’d ripped his hand from within me, lifted me, and lined up my entrance with his waiting cock.

  ‘I can’t wait a moment longer,’ he muttered hotly before staring deep into my eyes and lowering me down the first few inches of his shaft.

  The sounds of my moans and Oliver’s deep groan reverberated through the room. I practically gurgled with desire as he let me slip
down the rest until we were almost fully joined. The root of his cock was far thicker than the rest, so I impatiently wiggled on his lap, trying to push myself down and causing Oliver to growl against my mouth as he gripped my hips to slow me.

  ‘Take it easy, Robyn. Just relax, let me do the work,’ he murmured, licking a path across my lips as he gently circled his hips, stretching me for him.

  Oliver kissed me again, his tongue sweeping through my mouth lazily as he held me half impaled on him. His lazy, languorous kisses worked their magic and I began to slip down him, accepting more and more of him until finally I was seated on his lap and he was fully inside me.

  Our eyes met, and his were burning with desire and so dilated they almost looked black. Grinning at me, he placed a peck on my lips as we both took a second to appreciate how good we felt when we were joined like this.

  I could feel him so deeply in this position it was almost too much. Almost, but not quite. Oliver would make sure of that; he always did, manging to push me right to the edge of comfort with his deep penetration, but never over into pain.

  The noise of a floorboard squeaking above us was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over me and I tensed, my eyes widening as I let out a panicked yelp and looked at Oliver to see him glancing towards the door. He didn’t look nearly as worried as I did, but there was no way I could let his aunt catch us in this position; I’d be mortified. It was bad enough she’d seen me wrapped in a bed sheet, the last thing I wanted was for her to find me on the sofa with her nephew balls deep inside me!

  I tried to push off his lap, but Oliver gripped my hips and gave a small, decisive shake of his head.

  No? Seriously? He was saying no?

  ‘Oliver! Your aunt could be coming down here any second now!’

  His gaze flicked back from the door and as it landed on me I almost gasped from the determination in his gaze. ‘You’ll stay exactly where you are, cariño. Understand?’

  His tone, expression, and the slight tilt of his head all carried such dominance that I immediately stopped my struggling and gave a meek nod of my head. God, he was hot when he flicked into this persona.

  We sat there silently, both straining our ears to listen and discover if we could hear Oliver’s aunt coming down the stairs, but while I was still panicking about being caught in a compromising situation, Oliver’s dick was twitching away happily inside me. I was still panting, and my expression must have been very much “deer caught in headlights”, but when I glanced at Oliver I found him looking relaxed and almost carefree. Was he not worried about his aunt walking in any second now?

  His solid cock gave a huge lurch, sending waves of pleasure through me, and I lowered my head and groaned quietly, wondering how the hell we could get out of this when Oliver was being so bloody stubborn. Just then there was the noise of a toilet flushing upstairs followed by some creaking floorboards and a door closing.

  ‘See? Nothing to worry about. Val has gone back to her painting,’ Oliver replied, sounding cool, calm, and in complete control.

  I gave him an astounded look, still unsure how he hadn’t freaked out like me, and how he’d managed to maintain a solid erection throughout the entire thing. He smirked at me and moved his hips in a slow circle which had me whimpering and taking a fistful of his shirt.

  ‘I’m always hard when you’re near. Nothing can stop that, not even the risk of being interrupted,’ he informed me, having once again accurately read my mind. ‘Now. Where were we?’

  A huge breath left my lungs as Oliver gave a sharp upwards jerk of his hips and my heart clattered in my chest. My raised pulse was half from desire and half from my leftover panic.

  ‘She’s at the back of the house, she can’t hear us from there. Can you relax again, cariño, or do you want to stop?’

  Stop? I might have been recovering from shock, but I definitely didn’t want to stop, so instead of answering his question audibly I simply raised myself onto my knees and circled my hips until he was groaning and staring up at me with wide eyes.

  Lifting myself higher, I paused with the final inch of him just inside me and then let my body drop back down. Our hips clashed as I seated myself fully on his lap and once again had him imbedded inside my clenching body.

  ‘Dios! Robyn!’ His head fell back against the sofa and Oliver’s hands flew out and gripped my hips with bruising strength. ‘Some warning would have been nice, but if that’s how you want to play it…’ he muttered hotly. Using the grip on my hips he began to move us at a far harder pace, our bodies banging together until the air around us was filled with slapping sounds and moans.

  He dug one of his hands into my hair and wrapped a portion around his wrist before pulling my head backwards to expose my neck. Somehow, he managed to continue to grind inside me while also licking and kissing along the sensitive column of my neck.

  Loosening his grip, he dragged me forward to meet his lips and our mouths collided so feverishly that our teeth briefly clashed before we settled into our familiar practised kisses.

  He hit me with another of his punishingly hard upward thrusts and I cried out, my orgasm starting to build deep in my belly.

  ‘You feel so good… I’m going to fuck you until you scream the house down,’ he added with a devilish grin.

  I might have been the one on top, but there was no doubt who was leading this encounter. Oliver’s dominance was never far from the surface, but with his hands gripping both my hips and my hair and him leading the movements of our thrusts it really was just a case of me clinging on for the ride.

  And what a ride it was.

  Oliver slowed the movements and removed the hand from my hair before lifting it to his lips and sucking on one finger. He stared into my eyes as he took it around my back and began digging under my skirt. His hand trailed down the crack of my arse and then the wet digit began to gently circle and tease at my rear opening, prompting me to gasp.

  This was new. We hadn’t explored this area yet, but I’d always had the feeling that a man of Oliver’s experience would perhaps take us there one day.

  It would seem today was that day.

  His finger circled again, this time with a little more pressure, and I couldn’t help but tense at the feeling of resistance, not sure how to cope with it.

  ‘Just relax, cariño. Touch yourself for me. Rub your clit,’ he urged, and his voice was so assured and confident that I immediately did.

  I licked two fingers on my right hand and lowered it between my legs to find my clitoris swollen and sensitive. I ran a slick circle across the tight bundle of nerves that immediately made me feel like exploding as pleasure flooded my system and slackened my tension.

  Oliver took advantage of my body relaxing and pressed the tip of his finger inside me, once again circling the tight hole and sending a rush of new sensations through my body.

  It felt alien and new, but… good. It felt really good. Oliver’s eyes were glowing with intensity, but his enjoyment was obvious as he bit on his lower lip and began to gently thrust his finger inside me to the knuckle and back.

  ‘Keep your fingers moving,’ he reminded me, and as I once again began to play with my clit he started a slow circle of his hips that was in time with the movement of the finger in my back passage. His cock seemed to have swollen even larger than usual, and with his finger in my arse as well I felt really full and, to my surprise, really close to climaxing.

  ‘Feel good?’ he asked on a raspy breath, and I brought my eyes up to his and nodded shyly.

  ‘Yeah. Really good.’ We’d done a lot of stuff together now, and a lot of it was kinky, so it was stupid to feel embarrassed to admit it to him, but I did, nonetheless.

  Oliver grinned at my admission and began to up the pace. The finger in my rear always kept up with the movement of his cock, one going in as the other pulled out, and I quickly started to feel dizzy from the overwhelming sensations flooding through my body.

  My channel gave a sudden spasm and Oliver moaned in re
sponse, a smirk curling his mouth. Sensing our impending climaxes, he upped the effort, moving faster, thrusting harder, and burying his finger deeper still until I was panting and clinging on to him for dear life.

  Just as I was about to fall into my climax he pressed his mouth against mine in a heated kiss, catching my moans and swallowing the noise of my pleasure as I tipped over the edge and started to come undone around him. My channel gripped him like a fist, and my rear clenched around his finger as if I never wanted to let it leave my body.

  Oliver growled and continued to twine his tongue with mine as he ground his cock deep and hard inside me and began to come with such force that I could feel the heat of his release flooding my insides in a series of jerks and twitches.

  He worked us both down from the high, and then we sat in contented, exhausted silence for several minutes, happy to just hold each other and absorb the power of what we had shared. I flopped forwards, my body liquefied, and rested my sweaty brow onto his with a small chuckle.

  Anywhere, anyhow, Oliver always managed to surprise me with the undying intensity of our connection. Sex between us had always been potent, and even after all our time together it was still just as intoxicating.

  When I finally mustered the strength to lift my head from his, Oliver lifted a hand and cupped my cheek. ‘OK, cariño?’

  ‘Hmm,’ I murmured and blinked, trying to wake myself from my post-coital bliss, but Oliver gave me a wry smile and continued talking. ‘I may have gotten a little carried away…’ He raised his other hand and wiggled a finger, the finger, the one that had been… well… buried where the sun doesn’t shine just a few minutes ago. ‘Was it OK, or too much?’

  My cheeks heated with embarrassment; we’d just fucked while his aunt was God knows where in the house, he’d had his finger shoved up my arse, and he was still buried inside me, but then I brought myself up short – this was Oliver, the king of kink, and a man who had chosen to share his bedroom skills with me and no one else for the rest of our lives, so really I had nothing to be self-conscious about.