Final Play (Fake Boyfriend 6)

“Fuck, Ollie.”

He frowns. “That sounded whiny. Why are you whiny?”

“Because this … this is more perfect than any wedding vows. More precious than simply saying I love you.”

This is the perfect grand gesture, and I’ve still got nothing.

“I do love you,” Ollie says. “More than anything.”

“I love you too.”

His face lights up. “Good. Can we jerk off together now?”

I laugh. “The most romantic moment of my life ends with that.”

“That’s what you get when you want me for the rest of your life.”

“Slight glimpses of romance and offers of handjobs?” Hmm, that actually doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.

“I put the romance in fucking.”

“That sounds like an oxymoron.”

“What’d you call me?” Ollie exclaims.

I laugh again. “You’re a goofball.”

“A goofball who’s sexy and hot and is about to jerk off in front of you.” Ollie’s shirt disappears, his rippling muscles making the tattoos along his arms, shoulders, and chest appear like they’re dancing along his skin.

His shorts go next, and he’s not wearing any underwear. He must have at least known this is where it was going to end—with us naked again.

“Same rules as the first time we ever did this?” I ask.

“Fuck no. I need to kiss you.”

Ollie rolls his big body toward me and leans in.

His mouth captures mine while his hand snakes down to his cock.

I love his tongue, the feel of his big body close to mine, and all I want to do is look down at him and his impressive cock. I love that too.

I love everything about Ollie.

Everything.

As he jerks himself, his hand hits the side of my leg repeatedly, which only turns me on more.

I know if I go anywhere near my dick, I won’t last. Not after the way Ollie touched me in the shower, and definitely not after teasing myself to punish him. I always forget teasing leads to more frustration on my part.

Ollie pulls back. “You gonna join in on this?”

I push him onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling his thighs. “I might want to watch you for a bit.”

His hazel eyes shine in amusement.

“How long do you think you can last without touching yourself?”

“That’s so not a challenge I’m going to take right now.” I’m achy and needy, and at this point I’m sure I could probably come from watching him.

Especially when his big muscles shudder as he lets out a raspy breath when he continues to stroke himself from tip to root.

Ollie is and always has been my ultimate fantasy. A powerful and masculine jock with a heart of gold.

I can’t help admiring him in all his physical glory.

I run a hand over his impressive chest and down his intricate tattoos on his arm. “All of this is mine.”

Ollie huffs a laugh but nods. “All yours.” His lips remain parted, and I know his tells. I know he’s close.

I lean over and kiss him again, just as I reach for my own cock to finish this.

It doesn’t take long at all.

Ollie’s bucking and grunting while I swallow the deep and guttural sounds he makes. It sends me over the edge until we’re both messy and panting.

They say a man’s mind is never clearer than after he comes, and as I find the energy to sit back up, my thighs still clinging to Ollie’s sweaty skin, the answer to my grand gesture has been right in front of my eyes all along.

And right now, it’s painted in cum.

Chapter Sixteen

OLLIE

Lennon’s had a weird smile on his face for days.

Granted we haven’t been doing much but staying in our hut, waking up late, spending our days on the beach, and finally getting a true vacation.

The first week was crazy with group activities, but now our time in paradise is winding down, we’ve all split up to do our own thing.

After almost two weeks of allowing myself to relax enough to not want to get back into my strict diet and workout routine, I’m just about ready for home. The bliss of lazing in the sun and eating ten times as many calories as I’m working off has to end sooner or later—the sooner the better or preseason will kill me.

Today, Lennon’s taking me to the mainland for a surprise, and I have no idea what it could be. All my guesses of cave tours, shark encounters, and cliff diving get laughed at.

Joni drops us off in Suva, and then we get a taxi to some address Lennon shows the driver on his phone.

Every five minutes I guess something else until my guesses don’t even make sense anymore. Like chasing sea turtles to keep as pets. Though, that would be pretty cool. I’d call mine Shelly.

But that’s clearly not it when we’re moving away from the beach. Plus, you know, it’s not legal or whatever.

When the car does finally pull to a stop in a touristy street and we get out, I pause when I see what the plan is. It’s hard to miss when it’s lit up in neon.