My British Bedmate | ✔️

Twenty Eight

A/N - Some smut ;)
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Jackson

The next morning we woke up to a loud knock at the front door. The two of us groaned in unison at being woken up. "Ugh, what time is it?" Oliver asked, still half asleep.

"I dunno. Check the clock, Ollie." I sighed, resting my head into the crook of his neck.

"Come onnn, you're closer. Plus my phone's on your side." He whined.

"You're really stressin me out here." I nipped on his neck before reluctantly pulling away from the warmth of my boyfr- boyfriend? Damn, I know I wanted to keep our relationship slow but that sounds pretty good rolling off the tongue, even though it was just said in my head.

But, I know I'm gonna wait to ask him anything until after we get back to the UK. For all I know this could just be some sorta phase and he'll drop me when we get back. I mean I guess he can't really like completely drop me. His sister is technically gonna be my sister if they adopt Emma.

The good thing is that they're not blood related so I don't gotta worry about us being like brothers or anything.

"It's like eleven. That's probably your sister." I announced.

"Shit, come on. Get up, get up! We've only got like two days until we leave. I need to spend as much time with her as I can!" He jumped up to sit on his knees, then repeatedly pushed his hands into the mattress making me bounce up and down.

"You're making me dizzy you prick." In my attempt to sit up, Oliver jumped up to straddle me in a way that most definitely would have turned me on if he didn't completely crush my morning wood against his ass, sacking me in the process.

"Oh you son of a bitch. You probably just killed like ten of my babies and I t-think you just broke my dick."

"Oops! Sorry baby!" His weight lifted as he gyrated his hips over me. "But you know when I swallow that's basically doing the same thing too, right?" He giggled, slid down to kiss the tip of my dick over the fabric of my boxers; then he sauntered out of the room like an innocent angel who's in reality the devil in disguise.

I laid there for an extra minute, holding my half-hard, half-broken dick in my hands. "Bet he wouldn't be laughing if I couldn't fuck him." I grumbled, finally sliding out of bed. Wearing only my boxers, I quickly ran to the bathroom, covering my dick that was hardening even more due to the thoughts of actually fucking Oliver.

But then the thought hit me.

As much as I don't want to think about him being with anyone else - He - Oliver was the one fucking that guy.

Is Ollie planning on fucking me?

Why do I kind of like the thought of that though?

Oh god. I think I'd let him do it, too.

But like, something going up my ass sounds super fuckin painful at the same time. I'm having mixed feelings about this.

"Hi!" Oliver said, startling me from my thoughts. "Dont think too hard, you look like you're going to have an aneurysm or something. Everything o- Oh. Are you having sexy thoughts?!" He smirked, pulling on the waistband of my boxers then peeking inside.