Chapter Twelve

"Oh god..."

His dark eyes peered into mine, and I got lost in them.

"Come on, tell me to stop since I disgust you so much."

He's definitely not being fair... but god, I can't stop my body from wanting him. Even with the frustration, I'm soaking wet. I clenched my thighs as he leaned in, pressing his lips to my jaw. His tongue trailed kisses down my neck, and I started hyperventilating.

"I know you want me, tell me, Scar. Tell me what you want me to do."

Why does his mouth feel so good? Why is it that every time I feel like I can resist, I'm reminded that he's intoxicating? "Touch me, Oliver. I want you to put your mouth on me."

His erection twitched. His lips curved into a triumphant smile as he searched my face for doubt. In that moment, all I could think, breathe, and feel was him.

"That's what I thought."

A moan escaped my lips as he released my hand and turned me, lowering his head to my chest. He pushed my shirt up. I grabbed his shoulder as his warm breath tickled my nipple. The anticipation had me panting. I squirmed as he blew on my nipple. I whined. He chuckled.

"Eager, aren't we?"

You have no idea. I pushed my breasts out, pressing my nipple to his mouth. He captured it in his lips. Oh fuck!

I leaned my head back as he swirled his tongue. He massaged my other breast.

"That feels so fucking good, don't stop, Oliver."

"Mmm. Fucking perfect tits. I wouldn't dream of stopping, baby."

"Oh god!" I moaned as he moved his hand between my thighs, teasing me. He's so close... "Ah!"

He cupped me, stroking me through my pants. "Oliver... yes, yes, yes."

He captured my lips, muffling my moans. His lips molded against mine, his tongue massaging mine. It feels too good. I think I'm gonna— oh shit.

He pressed harder, bringing me closer. I writhed in his palm. He sucked my tongue, groaning as I pressed his erection against my side.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, Scarlett?"

"Oh, fuck yes. I can't stop."

He bit my lip, tugging playfully. "I want to feel you soak these panties. Soak them for me, baby."

I can't hold back. Everything about him... even the fact he's hard for me. "I will. I'm so close, Oliver."

"I love when you moan my name. I can feel your wetness through your pants. Your panties are soaked."

I got wetter, the silk fabric adding friction. My moans filled the room. I don't care who's in the house. Not when I'm this close. The way he's stroking me... he's so eager for me to come.

Oliver grabbed my jaw, turning my face. He moved close, ordering, "I want you to cum now, Scarlett."

"Oh god, I'm coming!"

"Fuck yes." He groaned my name as I came. My body shook, my legs wobbling. He wrapped his arm around me, letting me collapse against him. Oh. My. God.

After a few minutes, he loosened his grip. I stepped back, aware I'd let him rub me off. My face warmed, and I looked around the room. I'm unbelievable... a junkie. Every time I'm near him, I need another hit. No wonder he doesn't take me seriously.

I wrapped my arms around myself. "Well... that didn't go how I expected."

"It went how I expected."

You've gotta be kidding me. "Has anyone told you that you ruin moments with your mouth?"

"Quite the contrary. Women enjoy my mouth..." He winked. "But that's a perk for another time. You have a party." He tapped his arm.

I rolled my eyes. "I've had enough of your perks. Thanks." I turned to leave.

"We'll see," he called after me, a brooding expression on his face. What the hell was I thinking?

I heard Mom humming as she passed the basement stairs. Oh my god, did she hear us? I hurried to my room, grabbing my phone. I'm ready to get out of here. Forget I live with an asshole.