Page 12 of His to Cherish (Club Wyld #5)

“I guess I thought so at the time,” I admit. “But after last night…” I shake my head. “Nothing else compares to the way you made me feel.”

He grins. “Damn straight.”

I roll my eyes. “Such an ego.”

Oliver reaches up and cups my cheeks, bringing his head close to mine so we’re staring into each other’s eyes. “So you liked it last night? What we did together?”

I know my face is on fire as I nod. “I more than liked it.”

His eyes flash and I get the feeling he’s battling for control. “All of it? The spanking?” I nod. “And the rest?”

“You mean calling you Daddy?”

His jaw clenches, making him look pained, and he nods. “Yes, baby. Did you like how that felt? Giving me control? Letting me take care of you?”

“Yes.” I swallow, my nerves rising. “How would it work? Would you want that all the time? Like, would I call you Daddy when we’re just hanging out? Would we even hang out anymore? Would we still do all the same stuff or would it be all about sex or?—”

“Slow down there, Lills,” he says, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks. “You’re thinking too hard.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and I have to fight not to swoon at the contact. “I’m not interested in losing what we have. I just want to add to it.”

That settles something deep inside me, some remaining fear that the step I took last night might cost me my best friend.

“As for the rest…” He shrugs. “I’m not going to insist you call me Daddy all the time.

I do want to take care of you, all the time—that’s part of it, for me.

Knowing that you trust me, that you depend on me.

” His eyes flash. “But using the word Daddy, that’s mostly a bedroom game.

A way for me to feel like I’m in control, to fully immerse myself in caring for another person.

Having you look at me the way you did last night, hearing those words…

” I watch his throat as he swallows. “It turns me on.”

“Me too,” I admit.

He studies me for a minute before a beautiful, almost boyish grin takes over his face. “Then let’s stop with all the worrying and all the questions. We can take this a day at a time. Figure out what feels good for us. What we’re comfortable with. Okay?”

Relief crashes over me. “That sounds perfect.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he mutters, then his lips are on mine, insistent and hot, and I open for him, already groaning at the feel of his tongue pushing into me. “I love the way you taste, baby,” he growls. “I can’t wait to find out what your pussy tastes like.”

I moan at that, clinging to his biceps as he ravages my mouth. Suddenly we’re moving, Ollie lifting me as he stands. He strides toward my bedroom without breaking the kiss and has me flat on my back in seconds.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he says, reaching for the hem of my top.

“You too.” But he pushes my hands away when I reach for his shirt.

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” he says. “And your job is to do what I ask. Understand?”

I nod, that heavy arousal rushing over me. I was already turned on just from his dominating kiss but this is something else entirely. The depth of this feeling, the intensity, is something I only ever experienced with him last night. Letting him take over. Letting him own me.

He strips my tank off and immediately goes to work on the clasp of my bra.

A moment later he’s peeling the lace cups away from my chest and the room is filled with the sound of his deep growl.

“Didn’t spend enough time with these tits last night,” he grunts.

Before I can react, he’s taking a stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking so hard my back arches up off the bed. “So fucking pretty, Lilly.”

“Ollie,” I whine, squirming under the assault on my breasts.

“I like you writhing like that, baby,” he says in approval. “Keep that up while I enjoy these sweet tits.”

I feel half out of my mind already and I still have my pants on. Who knew my best friend had such a magic mouth?

No sooner has the thought crossed my mind is he moving down my body, pressing hot wet kisses across my ribs and belly as he goes. He gets to the waist band of my leggings and gives a rough tug.

“Do you have any fucking idea how these leggings affect me?” he asks, peeling the fabric down my waist. “Every time you go prancing around the house in them, your round little ass on display—it makes me fucking crazy, Lilly. I’ve had to hide in the bathroom so many times to get myself off just to have some peace. ”

The idea of him doing that with me in the next room, totally unaware, sends a shiver through me. I want to tell him how much that turns me on but he has my leggings off now, tossing them aside, and his mouth immediately covers my panty-covered center.

“God I can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby,” he groans. “You’re soaked, dirty girl.” I gasp as he pulls the fabric away and down my legs, exposing me to him. “Fuck, Lilly.” He almost sounds angry. “You have the prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.”

It’s yours, I want to say. All of me is yours. But he doesn’t give me time, his tongue swiping out to lap at my folds, and I cry out.

“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Let me hear it.”

I don’t really have a choice. If I thought Ollie’s mouth was magic on my breasts, it’s nothing compared to how he’s making my pussy feel. When he wraps his lips around my clit, I come in an instant, my hoarse cry filling the room.

“Good girl.” His voice is harsh. “Again.”

I tug at his hair. “I don’t think I can?—”

“You will.” Then his mouth is on me again and there’s nothing I can do but give in to the feeling.

He laps at me like a starving man, like he can’t get enough, the grunts and groans erupting from him turning me on almost as much as his tongue.

Then his fingers join the party, two of them thrusting into me, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose my damn mind.

He makes me come on his fingers and his mouth twice more. I’m gasping and panting by the time he slides up my body, completely limp and half-unconscious.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls, nipping at the skin below my neck. He pulls back and looks down at me, his expression softening slightly. “You called me Daddy.”

“I did?” I manage to get out around my panting. I have no memory of using that word. Oliver grins.

“You did. You said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you’ve been calling me that forever.”

I smile. “You made me feel so good. Thank you, Daddy.”

His eyes darken with desire. “You’re very welcome babygirl. I’ll always do that for you.”

I squirm under him, remembering that he had liked that before. “What can I do to make you feel good?”

“You can lay right there and take my cock like a good girl.”

I can’t believe this is happening, I think as I watch Ollie stand next to my bed, pulling off his shirt.

God, his body is amazing, so firm and broad, with the perfect amount of hair scattered across his chest. I realize in that moment that all of the other men I’ve been with have been boys. Oliver is all man.

His jeans come off next and I gulp at the size of him. I’d had to stretch my lips so wide around him last night. Yet I’d thrilled at his size and dominance as he forced me to take it. I shudder at the knowledge he’ll be doing the same thing between my thighs in just a moment.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I force my attention away from his cock to nod. “I’ve been tested recently,” he continues. “And I always use condoms.”

“Me too,” I whisper, mouth suddenly dry.

Something savage crosses his expression. “Then I want you bare.” His long fingers come up to circle his cock and he gives a lazy jerk. I whimper at the sight. “Is that what you want?”

I nod eagerly. I don’t want anything between us.

“Thank fuck,” he says as he joins me on the bed, situating himself between my thighs. Again, he wraps a hand around his thick cock. “You want this cock, baby? You want it inside you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He grunts, positioning his tip at my opening. “Use all your words and ask me for what you want.”

I take a deep breath, willing myself to fall into the role.

Bedroom games, he’d called it. God, it feels like so much more than that.

It feels like an essential part of him and of me, and the us we’re discovering together.

This is who we are—dirty, maybe even a little twisted, but so perfectly in synch.

It’s only because we trust each other the way we do that I feel comfortable enough to give him what we both need.

“I want my Daddy to put his big cock inside me.”

He groans and enters me in one smooth, relentless thrust. I cry out as Oliver covers my body with his and kisses me, long and deep.

“You feel so fucking good,” he gasps, voice breathless and shaky. God, I love that sound, love knowing that he’s as affected as I am.

“So do you,” I promise. “You make me feel so full.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, babygirl.”

He starts to move with long, deep thrusts, not giving me any time to build up to the sensations, to the stinging stretch of him.

“Love your noises,” he groans. “Dirty noises for a sweet girl.” He bites my neck and I cry out at the delicious pain.

“Those noises are just for me, Lilly. Your pretty little mouth is just for me.” He thrusts harder, eliciting a long moan from me.

“This cunt is just for me.” Oliver bites down again, harder, maybe hard enough to leave a mark.

“You’re mine, babygirl. All mine. You belong to me. ”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, Daddy. I belong to you.”

He groans loud and low and then his mouth is on mine, the movement of his tongue mirroring the snapping of his hips between my legs.

I’ve never felt so completely taken before.

So very owned. I shouldn’t like that. It shouldn’t turn me on.

But the very thought of belonging to Ollie, of his filthy, dominating words, has arousal pulsing in my core.

“So fucking wet for me,” he growls. “You like this? You like how Daddy is fucking you? I can tell you do. Your cunt is squeezing me so good.”

“Yes!” I dig my heels into his back, wanting to get closer, wanting him deeper. Wanting more. He groans and pounds into me even harder. One of his hands slides between us and he presses his thumb to my clit in rough circles.

“You need to come, baby, because I can’t hold out much longer. Not with this perfect little pussy strangling me. Such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? So greedy for my cock.”

His words, wrong as they are, make me hot. But they’re not quite right. Not enough to push me over into bliss. I dig my fingers into his biceps, my entire body trembling under his assault, right on the edge.

“Ollie.”

“I’m going to come, Lilly,” he grunts. “I’m going to come inside you. Tell me you want that.”

“I do. I want it so much. Please.”

He gazes down at me, a look of wonder in his eyes. “You’re such a good girl.”

Just like that, I come apart, my body coiling and tightening until it suddenly splinters into hot, jagged pieces around him. That’s what I needed—Ollie’s praise. His assurance that I’m good, that I’m his.

“Mine,” he shouts as his body begins to tremble, his movements becoming jerky and unsteady. “You’re fucking mine, Lilly.”

“Yes,” I whisper into the air around us, joy like I’ve never known filling my soul as he comes deep inside me. “I’m yours.” He slumps on top of me and I kiss the side of his head. “I’m all yours, Ollie.”

And he’s all mine.