Chapter 9: Oliver
“Are we really talking about what I think we’re talking about?” Wyatt asked as they lay in their bed early Monday morning. He and Oliver had just had s*x for the sixth time that weekend.
“Hmm?” Oliver snuggled, nearly asleep, against Wyatt’s chest. He had just been f****d so hard he could barely remember his name let alone follow what Wyatt was saying.
“Do you think it’s possible?”
Oliver rolled over and checked the time. They only had another thirty minutes until they needed to be up, so he reluctantly dragged himself to a seated position. Wyatt inched over and curled around Oliver as he stretched. The movement tugged at his asshole and he knew he’d be sore for days. Wyatt rarely was in the mood to f**k, but when he was, he loved to pound Oliver into the mattress lik
