Page 85 of All Your Dreams

He adds pressure to his sucking, his mouth hot and insistent, and pumps his fingers harder and deeper. The dual sensation is devastating. My hips buck involuntarily, chasing the rhythm he's set, and a strangled moan tears from my throat.

Then it hits. The rush of pleasure doesn't just flood me. It detonates from my core, exploding in white-hot waves that obliterate everything else. My whole body goes rigid, every muscle locking as the orgasm tears through me with a force that leaves me gasping and completely undone.

I finally understand exactly what people mean when they talk about fireworks and angels singing. I used to think that was just an exaggeration, some ridiculous phrase people threw around to make something ordinary sound magical. I was wrong. My vision blurs and my ears ring. And all I can do is feel, suspended in pure sensation.

Ollie stays with me through every shiver and aftershock. When they finally ease, I sink against the mattress. My chest rises and falls rapidly, a disbelieving laugh escaping me at the intensity of it all.

“Holy fucking shit,” I barely get out, the stunned words slipping out.

Ollie lets out a satisfied laugh that sends another warm ripple through me. A moment later he rises and leans over me, his eyes meeting mine before his mouth finds me. The lingering taste of my arousal makes me moan, and I melt into the kiss, losing myself in the connection until we break apart for air.

“That was…” I trail off, still catching my breath. “May I do the same for you?”

“You absolutely can, but right now, I’m so turned on watching you fall apart that I need to be close to you. Really close.”

“Then come here,” I murmur, drawing him back down to me.

24

OLLIE

I’ve imagined what it would feel like to be with Peyton more often than I care to admit. On sleepless nights, knowing she was down the hall, my brain would dream up every possible scenario in which she ended up in my arms. Many mornings I woke up painfully hard and had to take matters into my own hands before I could face the day, only to walk into the kitchen and find her making breakfast, blissfully unaware of the psychological warfare her mere existence caused me. The number of times her name slipped from my lips when I came is astronomical.

But nothing I ever imagined could compete with the real thing. Not even close. She’s breathtaking in front of me, her skin still flush from the bath and the orgasm I dragged out of her with my mouth and fingers. Her silver hair fans across my pillow, as if she belongs right here. The sweet taste of her arousal lingers on my lips, but it's the satisfied look on her face that I want to etch into my memory forever.

I dig into the drawer of my nightstand and after some fumbling, I find a condom and bottle of lube.

My fingers are slightly unsteady as I tear open the foil package and roll the condom on, forcing myself to take a steadying breath. Peyton’s eyes meet mine, full of trust and pure need. God, I want to do right by her. More than anything, I want this to be everything she deserves. She trusts me enough to let every wall come down and I don't take a single second of it for granted. If I spend the rest of my life proving she's safe with me, I still don't think it would ever be enough.

I flip open the cap of the lube, squeezing some into my palm. I rub my hands together before bringing them around my hardened cock. Stroking it up and down, I watch Peyton take in the sight before her, her gaze darkening before she wets her lips. That unconscious gesture sends my pulse racing. I don't think she has the slightest idea what she does to me.

“You’ve got that look,” I tell her.

She tilts her head. “What look?”

I huff out a laugh. Whether she realizes it or not, she has this way of getting under my skin without even trying. She looks so innocent, having no idea she's my biggest weakness. Such a dangerous combination.

“The one that gets me into trouble.”

Her lips part, desire flickering across her face. “I happen to like trouble.”

Fuck. Me. The words hit like a punch to the gut, stealing what little composure I have left, my covered cock forgotten. “Open your legs for me,” I say, my voice low.

She hesitates before doing as I ask, her gaze lifting to mine as if to make sure she's getting it right.

“That's it,” I murmur, unable to hide the smirk tugging at my lips. “Knew you had it in you to take orders.”

Her pupils widen before she ducks her head, a rosy blush blooming across her cheeks and creeping all the way to the tips of her ears. She's utterly incapable of hiding how flustered she is. And I absolutely fucking love seeing her this way.

“You like hearing that, don't you, sweetheart?” I ask, making sure the affection in my voice outweighs the teasing.

Peyton bites her lip. “I didn't know I'd like it until now.”

Her confession snaps the last thread of my restraint. Unable to stop myself, I cup her face and kiss her. The kiss begins tenderly, but the longer it lasts, the harder it becomes to hold back. She fits against me so naturally that it feels like we've been finding our way to each other all along.

I deepen the kiss, tilting my head as my lips move against hers. She kisses me back with the matching urgency, her fingers curling into me as I draw her closer. For a moment, everything else disappears. The only thing I can focus on is the sweet taste of her, the softness of her lips and the way neither of us seems willing to pull away.

When we finally part, we're both a little breathless. I rest my forehead against hers, stealing one last kiss before grabbing the lube. I add more to my fingers and bring them to her opening before dipping in her tight heat. Peyton moans, my digits spreading her open. Taking my time, I make sure she’s ready for what’s coming next.