His Greatest Treasure (Greatest Love #4)

Chapter 31

31

AVERY

“Do you want anything to drink?” I ask a little over an hour later, the two of us standing in my kitchen after leaving the restaurant.

My stare drifts to the table as I roll my lip with my teeth and grow hot again beneath my dress. Dinner was amazing. The conversation was heavy and needed. But I can hardly stand the tension that’s continued to fizzle between us. Being here in this room with him so soon after having his mouth between my legs is intoxicating.

I’m fidgeting, but not from nerves. From excitement.

He’s being polite, a gentleman through and through. The bill was swept away and paid for, every door was held open for me, a spare coat from the back seat was drooped over my shoulders at the first sign of a shiver. He even offered to walk me to my door and go home without coming inside before I all but tugged him in after me.

Under normal circumstances, I’d preen under this sort of thoughtful affection. But right now, I want him to tuck that gentlemanly trait of his away for the next several hours.

I’ve had a taste of him, and now I’m lost to the thrill of it. I want it again. Feel like I could explode without another .

My panties are wet for the second time tonight. Even the soft material of my dress is too tight and stuffy. It scrapes against my chest and pointed nipples uncomfortably. Even my hair is too heavy on my head.

He hasn’t had to touch me to get me this delirious. His closeness is all I needed. I’ve never felt this before. This . . . intense desire to simply be with another person.

“No. I’m not thirsty,” he rasps, leaving his spot by the table.

I jerk my head in a nod and try to calm my breathing. I’m near panting. Every step he takes toward me speeds my pulse.

“Are you tired?” I whisper.

“No, Avery. I’m not tired. Or thirsty. Or hungry. I’m . . .” He sweeps a hand around the back of my neck and guides it back. “I’m trying not to maul you in your kitchen again.”

“Maybe you could try another room instead. There’s plenty.”

His laugh is a puff of air on my nose. “Pick one.”

“A room?”

“Yes, princess. Pick a room.”

“My bedroom,” I answer quickly.

Dipping low in front of me, he grasps both of my thighs in his big hands and lifts me off the ground. I gasp and curl them around his waist when he bounces me up his body, readjusting his hold to my ass.

He tosses me around like I weigh nothing, and it’s so fucking hot that I can’t help but press my middle to his abdomen, searching for some sort of pressure or relief. With my hands moving to hold his shoulders, I sigh in bliss, staring down into his blistering gaze.

“Kiss me,” he orders gruffly.

We spin down the hall, and he takes the first step upstairs when I lower my lips and do as he demands. I’m in control in this position, and I make him work for every single lick of my mouth and moan I breathe for him. He may be carrying me, but I’m the one deciding how hard and fast we kiss. How long I keep our mouths pressed together before pulling back and making him chase me.

His fingers bite into the bottom swells of my ass as his grip turns punishing, and by the time he’s ducking us through the doorway to my bedroom, I’m hoping there will be bruises there in the morning.

I fall to the bed with a squeal, bouncing on the edge with my legs parting in a silent order for him to stand between them. In another life, I might have been nervous about this. My first time with a man in four years should be daunting, but I’m buzzing with too much excitement to feel any of that.

“I want you naked, Avery. Not a fucking thing on you.”

My lips curl as I lean back on my hands. “So take my clothes off, Lieutenant Bateman.”

Lowering his hand, he hooks a finger beneath the strap of my dress and slowly slips it down my shoulder. He does the same to the other strap before guiding the top of my dress down, exposing my chest with a sharp tug.

I keep focused on his movements. He’s so enthralled with his task that he continues his slow pace, eyes latched onto my breasts as they rise and fall with my deep breaths. Nipples hard and aching, I wait for his next move, my anticipation thrilling.

“Stand up for me.”

I do, and the dress falls to a heap at my feet. After I’ve kicked it to the side and tossed my underwear out of sight, he loops a thick bicep behind my back and lifts me before tossing me further up the bed. I blink at him in surprise, scrambling with my hands to push myself up.

His expression is one of pure desire. The sensation of his eyes raking up and down my body has me dripping down my thighs before I’m reaching for him and clawing at his belt.

“Impatient girl,” he scolds lightly, unbuckling the buckle too fucking slowly.

“Since when are you so playful?” I huff.

“Since I’m trying not to rush. I don’t want this to be over too quickly.”

“Why? Only have enough stamina for one round?”

Oliver smirks at that, not offering me anything more. He slides the belt out of the loops in his pants before untucking his shirt and starting on the buttons. It’s a slow, agonizing torture. Each button that springs free reveals another inch of his chest until finally, his shirt hangs open.

The same thick abdominal muscles I’ve thought about a million times since seeing them in the backyard the first time make an appearance after weeks of being hidden away. I suck my lip into my mouth and palm my stomach, feeling the heat coming off my skin.

“Do you want to touch yourself, princess? Want to dip your fingers between your thighs and show me how ready you are to take my cock?”

“Will you finally fuck me if I do?”

“Try me.”

Letting my head fall to the mattress, I stretch out my legs and slide my hand down my stomach to the slick lips of my pussy. I brush my thumb over my clit and find it swollen and so, so sensitive. A moan slips free as I rub the skin around it, teasing myself.

“I’m the only one who makes you come from now on. Stop touching your clit and slide a finger inside, Avery. Now,” he says, sounding more beast than man.

My lashes flutter as I dip my chin and glide a finger deep inside myself. I’m not the least bit embarrassed by how easy it is to do so due to the amount of arousal I find waiting. How could I be when Oliver lunges between my legs before I’ve had a chance to pull my finger free?

He grabs my wrist and tugs. Another sensation of wet warmth envelops my fingers, this time from his mouth as he sucks them clean and groans.

“ Fuck , you taste good.”

My heart gallops. “Better try me again to make sure. ”

With a sharp nod, he shrugs out of his shirt and unzips his pants before lowering himself to the bed to use his mouth on me again. Three long, slow licks have me crying out and slamming my hands above my head to grip my pillow.

“Yeah, princess, this is good fucking pussy,” he mumbles into my entrance before diving his tongue inside and sucking at the skin around it.

It’s loud and messy. My arousal drips onto the bed, turning the blankets damp beneath me, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pull away. Not until I thread my fingers into his hair and tug, dragging his eyes up my body to rest on mine.

“Inside,” I whine.

Digging my heels into the mattress, I try to lift myself against his mouth, seeking more, more, more. It’s not enough. Not his tongue or teeth or fingers.

He kisses every inch of my wet, puffy skin before flicking his eyes up and dragging his mouth up my stomach to my chest.

“Oliver,” I breathe out, shaking my head. “Do whatever you want to my tits once you’re inside of me. I need you now. No more waiting. I’m done with teasing.”

“I should smack your ass for bossing me around, but I’m too much of a fucking fool for you to try. I’ll give you anything you want, anytime you need it.”

He steps off the bed to discard his pants and briefs. My eyes bulge, breath catching when I notice the cock between his legs. Eight inches is probably estimating down, not up.

I try not to gawk at him, but as I clench around air in my desperation for him to drive inside of me, I can’t help it. Long, thick, and wet at the tip. He wraps a massive hand around it and pumps once before climbing back onto the bed, settling between my legs.

“I’ll shoot right now if you don’t stop,” he warns.

His hand pushes my leg up toward me, bending it at the knee as he comes close. The hair on his thighs tickles, but instead of making me laugh, it only serves to make me hornier .

“Condom?” he asks.

I tense slightly. “Have you been with anyone recently?”

Almost like I’ve offended him with the question, he frowns. “No. I’m practically a virgin.”

“I doubt that.”

Fuck my jealousy, and fuck my insecurities. This is so not the time to be diving down the rabbit hole of who he’s slept with and when. But we’re adults. As awkward as it is, it’s necessary, responsible.

I keep my knee bent at my side as he removes his hand from it and reaches up my body to touch my face instead. His knuckle traces the length of my jaw, and I sigh, softening again.

“Alright, maybe not a virgin. But I don’t go out and pick up women at bars and rarely even leave the house outside of work. I keep to myself, and because of that, it’s been a long time since I’ve slept with anyone. In my bed or outside of it until you,” he says, eyes flicking between mine.

I like that answer because apparently, when it comes to Oliver Bateman, I’m a possessive little hoe.

“I haven’t had sex in years. And I got the implant a few years after Nova was born. If you’re okay without using a condom, so am I.”

His throat strains with a swallow, affection bleeding in his stare. “Never not used one.”

The answer confirms that it’s what I want. I don’t need any barriers between us tonight, not even the small one a condom would pose.

Nodding, I reach for him, stroking his shoulder and bicep. He grips his cock in a loose fist with one hand and gently spreads my pussy with the other. A finger breaches my entrance, moving slowly at first before speeding up when he adds a second, stretching me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs.

“You won’t.”

He searches my eyes for confirmation before releasing them and staring between us. His fingers slide free before they’re replaced with the head of his cock. I hold my breath as he runs it through my wetness, getting it slick and then pressing inside.

My gasp is loud in the quiet room, and he looks at me, pausing. “Don’t stop. Please.”

It’s a stretch to fit him inside, but I tighten my grip on his arm and relax, allowing him to go deeper. An inch at a time, he fills me until I’m struggling to suck in air. There’s no pain, only a tingle of discomfort when he bottoms out and holds himself there.

“Tight fit, princess. You okay?”

My nod is wild. “Move. Keep moving.”

He doesn’t need to hear another word. His retreat is slow and controlled, but his first thrust is quick. My head falls back at the power in the movement and the blast of pleasure it brings.

“Christ,” he spits, eyes squeezed shut on the second snap of his hips. “You’re squeezing me tight. Trying to keep me buried deep.”

My vision blurs as I cry out, pleasure zapping all the way to my bones. I lift my hips to try and meet his thrusts, but I’m too drunk on bliss to keep up.

He pushes forward on his knees and palms my breast in a rough hand before tweaking my nipple. I whimper at the sensation and close my eyes.

“Eyes open. On me, Avery. I want to watch them as you come for me,” he growls.

I snap them open without hesitation. The burn in my lower belly grows hotter and hotter with every hard thrust, pressure building. He doesn’t look away from me as I writhe beneath him. His expression tightens when he shifts his hips and drives upward, the head of his cock hitting a place inside of me that has me flying.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry, my orgasm cresting in the blink of an eye. “Right there, right there!”

He pistons his hips and hits that spot over and over until I’m gasping for breath and come smacking back into my body.

“You’ve got one more for me,” he grunts, hovering above me now, lips on my neck and teeth raking my skin. “One more and I’ll fuck my cum deep inside of you.”

Something about his statement has me fluttering around his cock, already ready for another orgasm. It’s never happened before. Two in one night like this. But I know he’ll accomplish it. Even if we have to stay here in bed for hours.

“You want me to fill you full of cum? That why you just gripped me tight?”

“Yes,” I whisper, curling a leg around his hips.

He reaches between us to hold my stomach and grinds against my clit. “You know what happens when you get full of cum, princess?”

Oh, God. I’m already close to coming again.

“I do. Fuck me, I do!”

“Tell me. Tell me what happens after I’ve filled you so full you drip,” he demands in a voice so rough it scrapes down my bare skin.

I want more of that tone. Want it all over me.

Squeezing my walls, I roll my hips beneath him. My tongue feels weighed down as he sucks on the shell of my ear.

“I’ll tell you what happens, Avery. You get pregnant. I fuck you so full of cum you’ll have no choice but to get nice and round for me,” he breathes out.

My second orgasm is stronger and bigger than the first. It’s full and overwhelming. Time fades as I grip onto him for dear life and just let go, accepting the force of pleasure.

I feel him get there right after me. Hot pulses of cum fill me as he drops his forehead to my chest and grunts, every thrust accompanied by a grind of his hips.

“Do you feel it?” he groans.

“I feel it.”

In more ways than one. Far beyond the sexual.

“I didn’t mean anything by what I said before. About getting you pregnant. It had nothing to do with why I didn’t use a condom or?— ”

I soothe him by gliding my fingers through his hair and scratching at his scalp as he relaxes on top of me. “I know.”

My mind is at peace as we lie here, nothing but silence and the rapid thump of my heart against his cheek. And I think I could stay here forever, just like this.

It’s not something that could really happen, but for tonight, I’ll take what I can get.