Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)

Chapter Fifteen:

Mine

Oliver

Mia texted me to tell me she was on her way and I panicked – I wasn’t ready. The house was a mess from the renovations, there were dishes piled in the sink that I hurried to shove in the dishwasher, and though I’d showered already, I’d gone a little overboard with cologne.

Okay, maybe a lot overboard, but she said she liked it and I hadn’t been this nervous to have a woman at my house since I’d still lived with my parents.

But I wanted her here, needed her here. I wanted time with her without customers or kids or bosses around. I wanted to have her spread out for me while I spent an hour between her thighs, not ten rushed minutes in the back of a Suburban.

She wants to be here, I reminded myself. That’s why she’s coming. She wants to fucking be here so just quit being you about it.

I took a few moments to breathe, so by the time she was ringing my doorbell and I was letting her in, I was feeling a lot more confident. “Welcome to the temporary Casa Bishop,” I said, smirking slightly. “Please don’t mind the mess, we’re open during construction.”

“I don’t mind. I live in a madhouse.” She went on her toes to kiss my cheek and then paused. “That’s ... strong, Papí. Did you fall in the bottle?”

I grimaced, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah, that’s fair. I’ll just ... go shower again. Sorry.”

“Hey.” She grabbed my hand to lace our fingers together. “Can I join you?”

Suddenly I was happy I went overboard. I picked her up, kicking the door shut and carrying her to the master bedroom. “Think you can stand the smell of me long enough to let me return that favor?” I asked, kissing from her jaw down to her neck. “Don’t wanna wait.”

I heard her breathless swear in Spanish as her fingers curled into my back. “Yeah, I can stand it. You want it huh, Papí? Want to finally know how I taste?”

“Mmhm.” I tossed her on the bed and pushed up her uniform to kiss her voluptuous, muscular thighs and brush my nose over her panties. I reminded myself that she was keeping me at arm’s length for a reason and that what she wanted here was sex, then nudged her panties to the side and spread her open to kiss her clit. “You’re trapped here until you come for me three times, by the way, and you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.”

I flicked my tongue slowly, nearly smiling when she gave me that first moan and I felt her fingers fist in my hair. “Won’t be hard, baby. Been years since—”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but I didn’t need her to. It had been years since anyone had gone down on her. “Good thing I excel at it, then,” I teased, sitting back to pull her panties all the way down. This wasn’t something I was going to speed through anymore. There were few places on Earth I’d rather be than between the thighs of a gorgeous woman, especially one I respected as much as Mia, so the fact that she missed this was my cue to stay down there until she suffocated me.

So I did. I was already addicted to the way she tasted, the way she sounded and moved as she came on my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her body under my hands, the skirt of her uniform occasionally slipping and covering my head, the way she was grinding herself against my tongue and screaming my name.

I stayed there, tongue exploring and fingers buried until my sheets were fucking ruined. She was panting, my jaw was aching, and I was so fucking hard for her I couldn’t think straight anymore. “Mia, please,” I grunted out, humping the fucking mattress because I couldn’t seem to stop my hips from moving and I wouldn’t fuck her until she told me it was okay.

“Come here, Papí. Fuck me!” she panted breathlessly, her knuckles white from fisting my sheet.

I didn’t hesitate, didn’t stop to think about what I was doing or the consequences. I pushed my sweats down to my knees and lifted one of her legs up, sliding into her right there and dropping down to kiss her as I rolled deeper, harder, burying myself completely inside of her.

Her nails found my skin, marking it for her own as she clenched tightly around my cock. “Harder, Papí. Harder! You fuck me so fucking good!”

“God damnit, Mia. Shh,” I whispered, thrusting deep enough to make us both moan. “Just need to feel all of you. You’re so beautiful, Mia. So perfect. So—”

I couldn’t help it, I snapped my hips and scratched her skin trying to lift her ass up to get the right angle. Tasting her had me too damn close as it was, and now, feeling her clenching and hearing her gorgeous moans in my ear ... I lost it.

My movements became erratic as I lost rhythm and wrapped my hand around her throat as I came, filling her up like I wished I could’ve done the first time.

Every time.

Date or no date, I needed her to be mine, and I needed her to know it.

“Ollie,” she gasped, pulling me in for a deep kiss as she came again, squeezing around me and milking for more come.

I knew I fucked up again but I didn’t care. She wasn’t throwing me out of bed yet and her lips were so sweet I never wanted to stop kissing her, but eventually it got harder to hold myself up.

“You okay?” I whispered, kissing her chin, neck, and chest.

She nodded, licking her lips messily as she focused on my face. “Happy huevos?”