Page 34 of Growing Memories (Valley of Sylveren #2)

“Do we need to have labels?” she cut him off, keeping her tone playful. Before he could reply, she slid her hands across his chest. Let them drift lower, until they wrapped around his belt. “You’re not in a rush, are you?”

“Not a rush, no, but it’d be—” His breath caught as she undid the buckle. “I, um, I was thinking…”

His voice dropped off along with his trousers. Eunny smirked up at him as she took his cock in her hand and slowly squeezed.

“I just thought—Oh, gods. Because we, we’re—” Ollas groaned as she gave him a lazy pump back and forth. “Fuck. You’re distracting me .” His tone jumped as Eunny fondled his balls with her other hand.

“I should hope so,” she said, smiling with teeth. Slowly, Eunny sank to her knees, pressing her cheek against his length. “I’m going to choke on this now, unless you wanted to keep talking?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

Ollas’s eyes closed as he made a helpless sound and shook his head.

“Good boy. That’s what I thought.” Smugness colored her tone.

His cock bobbed in response, a bead of pre-come already glistening at the tip. Eunny kissed it, gaze drifting up until she met his eyes. “If it helps, yours is the only cock I’m interested in sucking.”

She cut off his reply by taking him into her mouth and swallowing him down until her nose tickled his groin—like a slow inhale, steady, her tongue gliding along every hardened inch until his tip brushed the back of her throat.

She resisted the urge to gag. Drew back with the same unhurried pace, sucking gently.

His musk filled her nose, the salty earthiness of him spreading across her tongue.

Eunny paused at the tip, looking up at him again as she licked the head of his cock. Ollas was staring down at her, eyes almost glassy with lust.

“Just like I imagined,” he murmured. “You are so…”

He groaned again as she took him deeper into her mouth, tongue circling the rim of his head, teasing at the ridge underneath.

She kept going—long, slow slides up and down, increasing in pressure after each full stroke.

His cock was impossibly hard, so thick she couldn’t take him to the base anymore even as she tried to soften her throat for him.

She took his balls into her hand again and gave them a squeeze, and a shiver ran through him.

Made his hips jerk, the erratic movement sending him deeper into her mouth, enough to make her choke.

She let it, throat closing, a short, sharp puff of air escaping through her nose as her lips firmed.

“Eunny, Eunny, I’m going to— Love, please.” A hiss of breath escaped him as she hummed against the heat of him. “If you do that, I’ll—” Ollas’s babble ended in the most delectable moan as she took her time coming back to the surface.

“Nev,” she murmured, pressing her lips against a raised vein on his cock, “it’s hard to talk when my mouth is full.”

Ollas was gripping the counter, a tremble running through his frame with the effort it took to hold himself back.

Eunny reveled in it, felt a molten streak of desire run through her.

Something hot and smug and possessive. To know that she did this to him.

That he was hers, even if only for the moment.

His eyes finally opened, pupils blown wide as he stared down at her. “You are the most perfect, most beautiful…” He groaned as she lapped at his cockhead, pressing her tongue against the slit. “Most wicked.”

Eunny smiled against his skin. “Says he of the greenhouse fetish,” she teased. “This is what you’ve imagined, isn’t it? Getting my knees dirty for you.”

“It’s…not quite like that.” He hesitated, expression a mix of nervous and hopeful. No. Nervous and hungry. Enough to make Eunny press her thighs together.

“I’m listening.”

“I have thought about it. Dreamed about it.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckles. “What I’d do to you in here, if you’d let me.”

She smirked, scrunching her nose. “Should I be worried?”

“Never.” The word came out so low, fervent, and deep. “You’ll enjoy it. I promise you that.”

Eunny stood up, dusting herself off with exaggerated movements.

“Bold words.” She kept her tone light, playful.

Gave no indication of how her heart sped up in her chest upon finding that perhaps she didn’t have her sweet little bean all figured out just yet.

She sauntered past him and put her hand on the door, turning the lock.

“Go on, then,” she said, coming back to stand in front of him. She splayed her palms across his chest. “Surprise me.”

The words had barely left her mouth before Ollas claimed it, one hand tilting her head up to him as his arm snaked around her waist to keep her close.

An electric tingle ran across her skin with the gentle scrape of his short beard.

He licked into her mouth, a rumble of pleasure sounding when she kissed him back.

She smiled, tongue moving with purposeful strokes.

It only took a few steps for him to change their positions, moving her so that her ass bumped against the greenhouse’s long countertop.

His hands roamed over her body, pulled away her clothes enough to expose her more intimate parts.

His thumbs slid beneath the band covering her breasts, pushed it up so he could gently tug at her nipples.

She moaned, letting her fingers dig into his shoulders.

He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, gave it a nibble, then pulled away, teeth flashing in a smile when she made a whine of protest.

Eunny shoved her panties down, kicking them out of the way. She dragged Ollas’s hand down so he could feel how wet she was for him already. Desire coursed beneath her skin; her chest rose and fell with anticipatory breaths. “Color me surprised.”

Ollas’s cock bobbed up. Fully hard, thick as a godsdamned log.

She reached for it, a pang of hunger vibrating deep in her core as her fingers wrapped around him.

She reveled in how purpose-built he was.

How he shuddered at her touch. It made a different form of hunger thrum beneath her skin.

The air was charged, tingling around them.

He tapped the counter, a question in his eyes. “Yes?”

Eunny smirked, raising her leg with deliberate slowness until her knee nestled on one of the kneeling mats he so kindly moved into place. Ever a gentleman, even when indulging in his greenhouse kink. The thought made her swallow down a giggle as she folded her calf against the back of her thigh.

Ollas came up behind her, crowding in until his bulk pushed her forward, her belly going flat over the counter. He traced the line made by her elevated leg. “Still good?”

“What, have we done anything yet?” she teased, a daring lilt in her tone. “I know my limits, Nev. We’re good until I say otherwise.”

Ollas leaned over, his lips brushing her ear. “Bold words.”

Eunny laughed—a mistake. Or not. Maybe it was more of an uncalculated yet perfect decision; it meant her mouth was open when he turned her head toward him and claimed her lips.

Nothing sensual or lingering about it, only raw, with a hunger that matched her own.

His cock slid against her folds, its length getting coated with her arousal as his mouth continued to slant over her again and again.

Just as his tip began to nose in, the thickness enough to make her squirm, Ollas froze.

“Fuck,” he growled, pulling back. “I didn’t bring a po?—”

“I’ll take one later.” Eunny wiggled her hips. “Get back here.”

Ollas looked torn, if only for a moment. A hoarse bark of a laugh escaped him when she grabbed his hand and made him palm the curve of her ass.

“You don’t get to have me defiling school property and leave the job half done,” she said.

His response was to snap his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.

Eunny cried out, jerking against the counter and his weight holding her fast. Her inner walls squeezed him, a sting of pain mixing with so much pleasure at the force.

The way she had to stretch. She tried to hold on as he drew out and surged back in, once, twice…

Eunny went rigid as the orgasm stole over her, making her clench even tighter. A soft whimper punctuated her trembling as the climax bloomed over her, short yet intense. Ollas rode it out, balls-deep in her as his pelvis ground with slow, shallow thrusts.

As quickly as it had snuck up on her, the waves of ecstasy abated, and Eunny spiraled back down with a content sigh.

Ollas’s gentle ministrations ended. It caught her by surprise when he drove forward, enough that her raised leg shook.

Yet he didn’t slow. He placed his hands on either side of her waist, fingers holding her tight.

Her breaths turned to pants, then cries, in sync with his thrusts.

The friction had her back arching, a coil of need building at her center.

One of his hands went to her bent, raised leg, shifting her open a scant bit more.

Enough that she whimpered again when he thrust forward, bearing down.

Ollas’s pace grew frenzied, more erratic, then he grunted, dropping over her back. His cock pulsed, heat spreading within as he emptied into her. He growled against the side of her neck, then finally went still. Eunny moaned softly, her pussy squeezing against his embedded length.

For a few moments, neither spoke, too busy catching their respective breaths.

Then Ollas pushed himself up enough to plant kisses along her upper back, nibbling at the top of her shoulder and her nape, all while remaining sheathed within her.

His fingers trailed across her waist, slipping around to her front to rub a lazy circle around her clit.

Zings of pleasure arced across her skin and made her shudder.

“Nev,” she gasped out, clenching again as he pressed harder. How was he still so hard after coming? Little Nev, not just an animal but a beast.

“You have no idea,” he said, voice low. “No idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”