Page 48 of These Wicked Games (Wicked Sins #1)

twenty-two

Andre

A fter rinsing my hair and drying it to the best of his ability Oli shocks me by picking me up.

I am officially a slut for biceps. Damn.

I squeeze them, so impressed by his strength as he holds me like I weigh nothing.

My cock throbs against his abs. After walking us through to his bedroom he lays me down on his bed.

I don’t question a thing. I’m not in control.

Not this time. I don’t have the bandwidth to ask for a thing.

I want Oli to do whatever he wants to me.

Free range. Leaning in, he kisses me slowly, and it’s the most tender thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

My mind doesn’t know what to do with it.

His lips travel across my jaw, kissing down my face and neck, and he sucks a hickey against my throat. “What are you—”

“Shh, baby,” he purrs, and fuuuck , I listen.

I honestly don’t care what he does as long as it involves his bare skin against mine.

“I got you.” He rises between my legs. “I’m going to own your gorgeous body, and tomorrow you’re wearing my clothes and you’re going to stay here in them until we have to go back to the arena. You hear me?”

I nod, just ready for whatever he has planned. I’m warm now, scorching even, despite my damp skin. The way he’s looking at me now sets me on fire.

His sapphire gaze roams over every inch of my skin, and the wicked way his lips quirk makes a smile of my own slip onto my face.

I’m safe. I’m here. He wants me here. He’s right.

I’m not leaving until we have to, and I will be wearing his clothing the entire time or nothing at all if I get my greedy way.

It’s just us here right now, and no one can stop us.

There’s nothing but the truth between us and it burns so bright.

“I’m sorry about the other morning.” Oli swallows.

“I panicked. I’m a fucking idiot, baby. I’m so sorry. ”

Okay, didn’t really want to have this talk right now, not with my cock pointing to the ceiling, but fine. I’m not going to say okay, because it wasn’t, it was shitty, but I get it. Oli was scared. “What did Wolf say?”

Oli snorts, and it’s so fucking boyish, I love it. “He’s gay.” His blue eyes widen. “Shit, I don’t think I’m supposed to say anything. Sorry, this is new to me. I just, fuck. Don’t tell anyone. Please.”

“I’d never do that.” Still, I’m confused. “I already kind of figured.”

“How?”

I smile, just enjoying this feeling. His body above me warms my skin, his bed is soft underneath me, and I have the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen looking at me with so much love.

Or maybe that’s what I want to see because yeah, I may just be in love with Oli Kulivov.

“At The Treasure House, Grey looked like a kid in a candy store. It was a vibe.”

Oli nods, leaning down and pressing his lips across my stomach.

“He came out to me after you left. I practically shit myself seeing him standing by my bed." He smiles. "I think he’ll think twice now about just walking into my house.” He laughs, then sobers with a serious set to his brows. He presses his forehead to my stomach and gives it another kiss. “I just panicked, and then he told me. I think he thought I was about to have a heart attack. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, though. I shouldn’t have told you to leave.

” His soft lips paint a picture on my skin.

His tongue darts out, tracing a path from my navel up until he reaches one of my nipples.

“I just reacted and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.

” He looks up, his lips hovering over my skin. “I’m so sorry.”

“What did you tell him?” His lips freeze. “About us?” I want to know how he defined it because I know what I want to call it.

Moving to sit back on his thighs, he looks down at me. “I just told him we were figuring shit out. He asked about our history and—”

“He knows?”

Kuli scrubs both of his hands through his hair, sighing loud enough for it to echo. “He and Atlas do, they know about the test—or what I thought happened. I’m still trying to sort out my feelings about us. I don’t know what I’m doing most days.”

It’s not what I want to hear, and it’s now I realize what I expected to hear.

What I want to hear. I want Oli to claim me.

I want to be his, but I’m not about to say that shit out loud.

It’s pathetic, and maybe in the morning when I find some of my dignity I’ll demand an answer.

But not now. “That’s okay.” It is. At least for now it is. “We’re figuring this out ourselves.”

“It’s not enough, I know.” His large hands smooth up my calves, hooking my legs around his waist. “All I know is that I don’t want this to stop,” he admits. “Everything feels better when you’re here.”

Well, in that we’re in agreement. “Me too.”

His eyes make a slow crawl over my thighs, then my cock, then all the way up my chest. “You are fucking gorgeous.” He smiles. “Roll over.”

Control who? I have none.

I move because I’m just ready for to come.

I’m ready for his body against mine any way he’ll take me.

I move onto my stomach, my fingers outstretched toward the headrest, and Oli’s hands go through my thighs, under my body, and pull my ass up.

My chest rests on the soft blanket he put down.

I feel his hands on my ass, and his fingers dip between my cheeks, pulling them apart.

“Fuck, baby.” He bites one of my cheeks, then the other. “So fucking hot.”

Oli kisses my hole, then runs his tongue up along my crack. This. This right here is what I wanted. What I’m used to is hard, rough, but what he gives me right now is anything but. “I want it.”

Gently he licks along my rim in slow massaging circles. I feel him chuckle softly before nuzzling his face along my crack. “Fuck, I could do this all day. This ass drives me crazy.”

Slowly he circles his tongue along my rim. “Oli please.” I reach back, pushing his face closer. Deeper. Nothing compares to this. Nothing. I’m needy and impatient, but fuck this feels so good. I need more, though. “I want your dick. ”

“There’s no hurry.” Nip, lick, suck. Fuck me, I think I could come like this.

I’m aching for him. My cock hangs between my legs, hard and desperate, dripping onto the blanket below.

I’ve never wanted anyone like this. I’ve never had an issue getting sex when I want it, but this right here feels like much more than that.

Even when we were fighting, Oli always felt like more.

Nothing compares to this. Being with Oli has lit something so fucking bright inside me and I never want to let go of this spark.

I just don’t think he feels the same. Sure, he’s changed in the last month, but that could be any number of things.

The sex is fucking fire, we both know it, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t want me to go.

I know his secret. Not that I’d ever tell a soul, but still.

I have a part of him no one else has. “Oli, fuck me.”

“On your back. I need to see you.” Heat spreads across my chest and I move onto my back, watching as Oli stands, pulling his pants down.

His cock swings free, and I swear my hole clenches.

Drool pools in my mouth. I want him to fuck my throat.

I want to swallow every drop of cum he can give me.

Instead, I watch him get onto his knees.

“I don’t want gentle.” I don’t hate this, but it’s not what I want now.

Lust fills my veins as something so fucking dark rolls over Oli.

Cupping me under my knees, he pushes them back, folding me in half and spreading me wide.

I take in the powerful expanse of his body, those muscles.

I’ve been around strong men most of my life, but no one has ever been this magnificent.

“Fuck me hard.” Oli crouches, on his feet, and I can’t help my eyes as they caress his thick thighs.

Pushing my legs back further, he let’s one of my knees go to notch his cock to my hole.

“Careful what you wish for.” My eyes roll back as he pushes to the hilt without stopping.

He hasn’t stretched me, just softened me with his tongue, and I swear I feel every ridge and vein of his gorgeous dick.

“Oh, fuck me, Ol.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” His fingers tighten on my legs, his nails cutting into my skin as he fills me. It brings me great joy to see this behemoth of a man undone by me. “My good zayka .”

“Don’t think I won’t beat the shit out of you! Oh f-fuck!” I moan louder with every roll of his hips.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest and he snaps his hips hard. I cry out. My eyes roll back. He leans down, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. “Be a good zayka and take my cock.”

“I fucking hate you,” I snap, straining against him.

He gets back down on his knees, leaning over me.

Slamming his mouth over mine, it’s so fucking filthy, and I whimper into his mouth kind of proving him right.

It is what I want. What we both want. The collision of our bodies turns desperate.

I feel every inch of him inside me. I try to reach for him until he grabs my wrists, pinning them above me. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I’m his to command and we both know it. My thighs tremble around his waist. My heels press into his ass. He fucks me hard, and I choke out his name on a loop like I’m summoning a spirit.

I’m so fucking close and he hasn’t even touched my cock.

His hands stay locked on my wrists. The heat of our bodies is intense and sweat slicks his skin as he pummels into me.

Those blue eyes grow unfocused. Oli’s loud, unashamed, not immune to how good this feels.

He moans roughly with each thrust. I’ve had tops who’ve barely made a sound during sex, but Oli’s pleasure rumbles out of him .

His hips pick up speed, and his free hand slides down my sternum, down my stomach, running through the sticky mess my cock is making. Bringing those fingers to his lips, he groans around them. “Please.”

“Just because you asked so nicely.” He takes my cock in hand, stroking it, and it only takes a few passes before I vibrate with the need to come.

“You need to come, darlin’?” Fuck, I do not need to get used to these names.

I nod, though, like the obedient puppy I am.

I need something. Anything. My balls pull tight, and with one heated look Oli gives me permission. “Come on my cock.”

I come on a long groan, my back arching, my wrists straining in his grip. My body shudders around him, my ass squeezing his cock. I feel him thicken inside me. Tremors wreck me first, then I tremble violently. “Come inside me.”

Oli lets my wrists go, then leans down to kiss me hard.

His thrusts become desperate. I claw at his back before my hands squeeze his ass, guiding him inside me.

“Fuck, you feel insane,” I whisper in his ear.

His face fits into my neck and his breaths quicken.

He’s so fucking sexy. I feel owned. I feel like his.

“Fill me up.”

With that demand he groans against my neck.

Heat floods my body. I love it. Love his cum inside me.

I love the way it makes me feel. “No one . . .” he pants.

“Will ever hurt you again. You hear me?” He kisses under my ear.

“Except me.” He nips my lobe, pulling away to look down at me. “And only when you want me to.”

Heat hugs my eyes as Oli slips from my body, and I hate this feeling. I feel lost and empty, which is stupid. Oli doesn’t leave me, though. Instead, he stays above me, kissing my face before laying a gentle kiss on my lips. “Oli . . .”

“Spread your gorgeous legs.” I give in, because standing up is not in my near future, and quietly I love this part.

I’m not sure why. Oli smiles, wide and bright.

It’s a brilliant thing. He gets between my open thighs, lying on his side, then looks up at me.

My thighs fall back further, one leg going over his side.

His fingers trail between my cheeks, feeling the mess he made and slapping my hole lightly.

Tiny zaps of pleasure make my softening dick jerk on my belly.

He turns his head, pressing slow kisses on the inside of my thigh, those fingers gently soothing my rim.

It’s possessive, and fuck I like it. “I mean it, Dre.” His serious tone catches my attention.

I meet those ocean eyes. “Anyone even looks at you weird, I’m kicking their fucking teeth in.

” I grunt, feeling his fingers slip into my hole.

Thick fingers massage my walls. He leans down, kissing the crease of my thigh before pressing his nose against my pubes, and he inhales with a groan.

His fingers slip free and he gets up to hover over me.

I’m in awe. I can’t even speak. Three silly words float in my mind, but I won’t say them. I know he doesn’t feel them. Still, with the way he’s looking at me now, I can almost believe he might. “Oli—”

“Say it, zayka. ”

“When I find out what that means, am I going to want to kick your ass?” He chuckles warmly, mischief in his stormy eyes. “So yes.”

“Say it, brat.” He kisses the side of my face.

“Say what?”

His gaze snags mine, not letting me looking away. “That you belong to me, Dre. Say it. ”

I swallow, looking up at him, then pull him down to kiss me. He nearly collapses on top of me, lying between my spread thighs. I hug him close and never want to let go. Now that I have this, I can’t possibly walk away from it. I don’t want to. I never want to.

So I give in, because I’m done fighting with him.

“I’m yours, Oli.”