A Piece of Heaven (Allendale Four 1)

“Because of me?”

Oliver howled with laughter. “Fuck yeah, because of you.” His eyes skimmed my legs up to the high hem of my skirt. He rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. “Is that really so crazy?”

“It’s uh…” the flush that lingered from Anderson’s house intensifies. It’s a strange sensation…not embarrassment. Something else. Powerful. I felt powerful. “I never thought someone would feel that way about me.”

One-handed, Oliver jerked the car to the right, swinging into the parking lot of a park. The lot was empty, mostly there for people using the jogging trail. I held on to the door handle with my free hand and clasped Oliver’s with the other.

“What the heck?” I asked, feeling dizzy.

He shut off the ignition, the loud engine petering out. Music pounded in the speakers and when he looked at me, my breath caught. “Babe, you need to understand something. We all feel that way about you. It doesn’t matter if you’re in one of those tiny skirts or if your tits are pushed out. Flannel pajamas, ratty T-shirts, bed-head, hospital gowns…whatever the hell you’ve got on, you’re the fucking hottest, most beautiful, sexy woman any of us has ever encountered.” He lifted my hand and raised his eyebrow for permission. I nodded. With a gentleness I’d never experienced, he rested my hand between his legs. My fingers trembled at the size of the hard bulge. “That is what I struggle with all day. What Anderson is dealing with right now.”

That thought made my brain melt. Thinking about him doing that because of me. Feeling like that because of me.

“I’m eighteen. I can’t lie to you and s

ay I don’t want you for your body, because I dream of the day we make love. I think about it all the damn time, but it’s not just sex,” he says, removing my hand and encasing it in both of his. “You’re fun. Sweet. Sarcastic. You’ve got a wicked sense of humor and are ridiculously smart. You turned our entire school on its head. That was epic. You’re epic.”

We stared at one another or a long moment, so much truth laid on the table. I felt like I needed to confess. “I struggle, too.”

“Excuse me?” I faced the window, feeling a wave of embarrassment. Did I just say that? He clamped his hand on my neck and turned me to face him. “What was that?”

“I struggle with all those feelings, too. You guys are ridiculously hot. You smell so good, like crack wrapped in a chocolate bar. You’re so sweet to me and have stuck by me through all this bullshit.” I reached for his shirt and lifted it, revealing his lean body and ladder of abs. “See? What is that, even? How does it happen.”

“Hard work and a lot of focus,” he laughed. “That’s what happens when you don’t have a girlfriend until you’re a senior in high school.”

I exhaled. “I appreciate you taking it slow and giving me space to get used to this and heal, but…”

“But what?”

“A girl has needs too.”

He bit his bottom lip, eyes growing a shade darker. “Tell me what you need, Heaven.”

I don’t say the words, but I do lean over the center of the car and kiss him, channeling everything that had built up over the last few weeks into an explosive moment. The car was cramped but it didn’t keep him from responding with his mouth and hands, fingers dipping gently under the short hem of my skirt.

I sucked on his tongue and spread my thighs. I didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t the slow, laborious pace that he took. He moved with intent, dragging his fingers up and down the thin layer of cotton of my panties, sending jolting shocks of electricity through my body.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, wrapping my hands around his neck. Oliver’s moves were deliberate, controlled, and it drove me absolutely wild. I slid down the seat, skirt hiking up. I prayed no one drove by or came in to park. If he stopped, I thought I may die. Absolutely die.

His kisses slowed, moving at the same luxurious pace as his fingers. Every inch of my skin blazed with fire, an exposed nerve. Every pass of his fingers stoked the flame. I tried to hold myself upright, tried to maintain composure but I was consumed and melted into the seat, watching him as he lured me over the edge.

I thought he’d slip his fingers beneath my panties, I wanted him to, but he didn’t, just using the friction building between us. My skin prickled, my mind disconnected and my breathing, oh my god my breathing…it grew heavy and embarrassing, uncontrolled and real. I couldn’t stop myself now if I wanted to. I gripped the leather seats with both hands and fought against the relief I’d been craving for hours, days.

“Come for me, babe,” Oliver said with a soft kiss. “Let go.”

I blinked and looked into his blue eyes, his face shadowed by the lowering sun. He dropped his head, licking my lips, stealing my breath while breathing hard on his own, and finally…finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, allowing the sweet release to wash over me in a shuddering, all-consuming wave.

I bucked against his fingers and grabbed his wrist as my body spasmed with ecstasy. I cried against his mouth and panted…damn I panted, riding the crest of the wave until I heard him groan next to me. Foggy-brained, I laid spent, washed out on the shore of my own epic orgasm.

Minutes passed as I regained my senses, and Oliver gently spread my skirt down, covering my wet, destroyed panties.

“Uh,” I said, smoothing the fabric. “Wow.”

“Tell me about it.”

I glanced at his crotch. “You okay? Like…I can…you know.”

He shook his head. “Too late for that, babe. Nature took its course.”