Page 54 of When I Was His

“Now that I know is a lie,” he said softly, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I couldn’t sleep. I’d been tossing and turning for the past hour. Oliver was asleep next to me. I almost came in my panties when he got undressed and slipped into my bed. His body was sublime, and I wanted him in the worst way. I was highly aroused with him so close that it made me consider handling my business in the bathroom. The nagging throb between my legs was annoying, and I unsuccessfully willed it away.

Oliver was on his back with the covers around his waist. His chest and torso were in full silhouette, and I had to restrain myself from touching him. I gave up and gently ran my fingers over his smooth skin, circling his nipples. He grumbled in his sleep. I did it again, and he shifted, startling me by speaking.

“Ryleigh, you promised. Stop trying to seduce me.”

He kept his eyes closed, but I could see a slight smile on his face even though I could barely see it.

“You’re hard to resist. I’m not doing well,” I confessed, feeling the weight of my desire pressing against the walls of restraint.

Oliver turned on his side, his eyes scanning my face with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m uncomfortable,” I admitted, unable to meet his gaze.

“You hurt?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

“I’m heated,” I confessed, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“We’re not having sex,” he stated firmly, drawing a line in the sand.

“All sex or just penetration?” I pushed, my curiosity overriding my better judgment.

“What are you driving at?” he questioned, sensing the direction of my thoughts.

“What about oral sex?” I ventured, feeling the tension crackling in the air

between us.

“No. That is considered sex,” he replied, his brows furrowing in contemplation.

“What about if I jerk you off?” I pressed further, testing the boundaries of our conversation.

“Again, sex,” he stated definitively, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I announced, moving to push the covers off.

Oliver grabbed my arm, his touch gentle yet firm. “If I do something for you, will you promise to be good?” he proposed, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of seriousness and underlying desire.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Lie on your back.”

He let my arm go as I returned to bed, lying on my back. My stomach churned with anticipation. I was dressed in panties and a long t-shirt. Oliver slipped his hand over my panties, searching for the waistband. He leaned in and claimed my mouth as he pushed his fingers down to my cleft.

“You’re very wet.”

“I told you I was,” I choked out as he began to make slow circles around my swollen nub.

“Do you always get so wet?”

“I guess. It’s been a while since I had sex.”

He clamped his mouth on mine again and sped up his finger. I bucked my hips and within a minute I was coming. I tore my mouth from his and moaned loudly. Oliver kept rubbing me until my body went limp.

“There, now go to sleep,” he said as he gave me a final peck on the cheek.

“What about you?”

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