#2cross22

The room was hot, and you weren’t surprised when Hollis suddenly pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it carelessly onto the back of the chair. You tried—really tried—not to react, keeping your eyes trained on your drink, but Hollis noticed anyway. He always did.

“You okay pretty girl?” he smirked at you.

You swallowed hard. “I—I’m fine.”

Hollis grinned, sitting up, dropping onto the couch next to you, his arm stretching along the back, just barely brushing your shoulder.

“You sure? ‘cause you’re lookin’ a little flustered.” You stiffened. “It’s just...warm.” He laughed—soft, teasing.

“Yeah? That all it is?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Hollis hummed like he didn’t believe you for a second. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he reached out, his fingers brushing your arm. “You’re burnin’ up, sweetheart.” You jerked back instinctively, only for him to chuckle and lean in closer, dropping his voice to a murmur.

“You always get this shy when I touch you?”

Your breath caught. He was too close, too casual about it, like this was normal—like he always got this close to you.

“Hollis—”

“What?” His thumb skimmed along your neck, barely there but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“You want me to stop?”

You knew he was playing with you, knew he lived to tease you—but the way his gaze lingered on your lips told you there was something else there, something heavier.

When you didn’t answer, his smirk deepened. “That’s what I thought.”

And just like that, he pulled back, leaving you a mess of nerves and heat, your heart hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it.

Hollis leaned back against the couch, one arm still draped along the back, his fingers just barely grazing your shoulder, while he chatted with the others, like he was daring you to move away. Like he knew you wouldn’t. You tried to focus on your drink, on the conversation around you, but it was useless. The warmth of him, the scent of his cologne, something dark and expensive that made your head swim, was all you could think about. And worst of all, he knew it.

After a moment of silence, he turned his head to you, let out a low chuckle while shaking his head. “You’re cute when you get all shy like this.”

Your grip tightened around your cup. “I’m not shy.” He tilted his head, his grin lazy and smug.

“Yeah? Then why can’t you even look at me?”

You forced yourself to glance at him, but the second your eyes met his—dark, hooded, way too amused—you looked away again.

Hollis laughed, low and satisfied. You scowled, more at yourself than at him.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah?” His voice dipped, smooth and teasing.

“That’s why you’re blushing?”

Your friends had finally cleared out, leaving the house quiet except for the faint music still playing from the speaker. You sighed, looking at the mess, empty cups, food containers, bottles scattered across every surface.

“You don’t have to stay and clean” Hollis said, lazily leaning against the counter, watching you gather bottles from the coffee table and bringing them on the counters. You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes fixed on the mess in front of you.

“I don’t mind. I don’t like leaving a mess.”

Hollis made a quiet noise, something like a chuckle.

“That’s cute.”

Your hands fumbled over a bottle, nearly knocking it to the floor.

“What is?”

Hollis pushed off the counter, moving toward you, until he was right behind you, reaching past you to grab a few bottles. The briefest brush of his arm against yours sent a shiver up your spine.

“You” he murmured, voice smooth and teasing.

“Trynna act normal around me when we both know you got a little crush.” Your entire body locked up. Your face felt like it was on fire.

“I—I don’t—”

“Mmhm” he hummed, so smug, so confident, like he could feel the way you were shaking.

“You sure? ‘Cause you’re makin’ it real obvious.”

Your grip on the counter tightened as you shook your head quickly, eyes still fixed on the mess in front of you, as if looking at him would actually kill you.

“I-I’m just—”

“You’re just shy”

Hollis interrupted, stepping even closer so that his breath was warm against your ear.

“Ain’t that right?”

You jumped, your whole body tensing.

“No, i—”

Hollis let out a quiet chuckle, a smirk forming on his mouth.

“You’re so easy to mess with, sweetheart” he murmured.

You bit down on your lip, willing your face to stop burning, but it was useless. He must’ve felt you stiffen because suddenly, his hands were resting lightly on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. Every nerve in your body was on fire, your breath shallow as Hollis leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“You’re real bad at pretendin’, you know that?”

His voice was low, smooth—like he was enjoying this, he loved how flustered you got around him.

“Actin’ all shy when you know you want me just as bad.”

Your fingers curled into the counter, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping you upright, until you finally turn to face him, your voice rising.

“I don’t!”

Hollis laughed, smirking.

“Yeah, you do” he said, leaning close, as he brought one hand up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered, trailing along your jaw, tilting your chin just enough to make you look at him. Your pulse jumped. His gaze was heavy, so much closer than you expected. His lips right there, barely a breath away.

“Say you don’t want me to kiss you.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, the touch soft, almost teasing.

“Go on, pretty girl.”

You couldn’t. Because it would be a lie. You swallowed hard, your lips parting slightly, but no words came out. He waited, giving you the chance to say something—to push him away, to tell him to stop. But you didn’t. The second he saw you hesitate, the second you looked up at his eyes, he closed the space between you and kissed you.

The kiss was soft but confident. He’d been waiting for this just as much as you had. His hand slid up, fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling you in like he already knew you wouldn’t stop him.

A quiet gasp slipped from your lips, and he swallowed it, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, hungrier. His body was so close, his warmth pressing into you, and your hands shaking, they found their way to his chest, gripping his bare skin like you needed something to hold onto.

“Thought you didn’t have a crush on me” he teased, trailing kisses down your jaw, his lips hot against your skin and his hands caressing your waist.

“Shut up” you whispered, your face heat up.

Hollis let out a low chuckle against your skin, his lips brushing over your jaw. Before you could react, his hands gripped the back of your thighs firmly, and suddenly, your feet left the ground. A startled gasp slipped from your lips as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you down on the cool marble of the kitchen counter. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on as his mouth moved hungrily along your jaw and down your neck, each kiss leaving your skin burning. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your body arching instinctively into his.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, dragging you closer until you could his hardened member against you. You exhaled shakily against his ear, need spiraling through you. Desperate for more, you shifted forward, pressing yourself against the thick outline of his cock, aching to feel him right where you needed him most.

Hollis let out a low, throaty laugh the moment you ground against him, his fingers digging tighter into your waist.

“Not so shy now, are you?” he murmured against your throat, voice thick with heat and amusement.

His lips ghosted up to your ear, breath warm as he spoke, “Didn’t take much, hm? Just needed a little pressure right there…” He rolled his hips into you, slow and deliberate, dragging a gasp from your lips. You shuddered, clinging to him, the friction sending sparks down your spine, your panties only getting wetter. He smirked, one hand sliding down your back, the other curling around your thigh to pull you impossibly closer, kissing your mouth hungrily, swallowing your soft moans.

Your breath caught as he ground against you again, slow and firm, his cock hard and heavy through his sweats. You whimpered, your hands fisting into his shoulders, trying to hold on.

“Tell me how bad you want this” he whispered, his lips brushing over yours, breathing heavily.

Your pride faltered under the weight of him—his touch, his voice, the way he looked at you like he could see right through all your denial. And god, you wanted him. So bad.

“So bad…” you breathed, your voice shaking. “Please…”

“That’s my girl” he smirked, voice soft, but possessive, in a way that made your stomach flip. His grip on you tightened, he pulled you forward and pressed himself against you again, harder this time. The pressure hit you just right, dragging a soft cry from your lips, your body jerking forward against his. He leaned in, mouth brushing your neck as he whispered,

“Been dreamin’ about you sayin’ that… beggin’ for me, tellin’ me how bad you need me”

His hand moved from you back to your stomach, slowly bringing it under your shorts and over your panties, feeling the soaked fabric with his fingers. Your head fell back, lips parted, a small moan escaping as he pressed over your clit.

“Fuck” he breathed, voice thick, rough. “You’re so wet for me, baby”

Your breath hitched, hips jerking at the feeling of his touch, desperate for more. He chuckled, low and dark, his lips grazing your throat as he pushed his fingers more firmly against you, rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clothed heat.

“This all for me?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, with possession, like he already knew the answer. You whimpered, biting down on your lip to keep from falling apart too soon, and nodded. But he wasn’t having that.

“Nuh-uh,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. “Lemme hear you, sweetheart.”

He brought his hand under your underwear, wetting his fingers on your soaked folds. He pressed down harder, circling just right, making your head tilt back with a gasp. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your thighs instinctively parting for him.

“Y-yes—all for you….fuck” you managed to say, your breath heavy.

Without warning, he slipped two fingers inside you, the stretch sudden and perfect, making you moan as your body clenched around him. He moved his other hand to your neck, slightly squeezing it as he kissed you passionately, his tongue fighting for dominance.

“So warm and tight…fuck”

His words made you pussy flutter and you left a long whine as he quickened his pace. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your head falling forward onto his chest as you tried to breathe through the wave of pleasure washing over you. He slid his hand under your shirt softly squeezing your tits, feeling your soft skin under his palm. He smirked, thrusting his fingers deeper, faster now, his thumb brushing over your clit just enough to make your hips buck.

“Bet you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

You moaned, your answer caught somewhere between a gasp and a cry, and that only made him grin harder.

“Thought about me touchin’ you like this…” he kissed your jaw, his voice husky and low, “fucking you with my fingers while you beg for more.” Your body shook beneath him, and you nodded, your eyes shut. Your legs were trembling, thighs tightening around his hand as he fucked you on his fingers—deep and fast, his thumb circling your clit lazily. You could feel it building, the pleasure coiling tight, your body straining toward the edge.

Hollis was watching you with that intense, hooded gaze, lips parted, breath brushing hot against your cheek as he squeezed your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. Every stroke, every touch pushed you closer. You could barely breathe.

“Hollis—” you gasped, your voice breaking. “I’m—I’m gonna—”

But before the release could crash through you, he stopped. His fingers slipped out of you, soaked and shining. The sudden emptiness made your hips jerk.

“Nah,” he breathed, voice low and wicked against your lips. “Not yet.”

You whined, broken and needy, your body aching, pulsing around nothing. Your thighs clenched, desperate for friction, but he held you firm. He slipped his wet fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you on his tongue with a satisfied hum.

“mmh…y’ taste so good, baby”

You whimpered, your nails scraping lightly down his arms, but he was already pushing your shirt up, yanking it over your head and tossing it aside. His eyes roamed over you, dark with hunger.

“I wanna feel all of you,” he murmured, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and dragging them down, along with your panties.

“Need to be inside you when you cum”

He stepped between your legs, dragging your hips forward to the edge of the counter. The heat of him pressed against you, his cock hard and thick. You could feel it, the weight of it grinding between your thighs, and it made your head spin. He let out a heavy sigh as he rocked his hips forward, letting you feel just how hard he was, rubbing right where you needed him most. You gasped, hips lifting instinctively to chase the friction, but he held you still, one large hand wrapped tight around your waist.

He reached down, shoving his sweats and boxers low enough to free himself, his cock flushed and heavy, leaking at the tip. Your eyes dropped, and the sight of him made your breath catch—he was big, and you swore your pussy clenched just looking at him.

“Eyes up, baby” he murmured, catching your chin between his fingers and tilting your gaze back to his.

“Wanna see that face when I stretch you open.”

He lined himself up, dragging the tip of his cock through your slick folds, letting it stop on your entrance. The teasing was torturous—your body still thrumming with the orgasm he’d denied you, desperate for the fullness of him. And then, with one slow, steady thrust, he pushed inside. A gasp tore from your throat as he filled you—inch by inch—his cock thick, stretching you open in a way that made your eyes roll back. He groaned low and deep, both hands gripping your hips as he bottomed out.

“Shit—so tight, baby. So fuckin’ perfect.”

Your nails dug into his back, thighs trembling around his waist as he gave you a second to adjust. You were panting, clinging to him, completely overwhelmed by the fullness, the heat, the way he felt buried so deep inside you. He pulled back, almost all the way out, then slammed into you again, hard enough to drag a loud moan from your lips.

“That’s it” he whispered softly, setting a rhythm that was slow at first, deliberate—deep strokes that made your whole body jolt with every thrust. You could barely think, already unraveling around him, head tipped back as he drove into you again and again, each stroke hitting deeper, harder. One hand found your breast again, squeezing, while the other slid around your waist, keeping you pinned to him as he fucked into you with increasing force.

“Shit…” he groaned in your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking the soft skin and marking it up. “You were made for me”

He kept slamming into you, getting closer and closer to edge. Without warning, his hands slid under your thighs, lifting you just enough to set you back on your feet. You swayed, legs shaky, but he caught you with ease, spinning you gently until your chest was pressed against the cool surface of the counter.

“Bend over for me” he commanded, his voice low and wrecked, and you obeyed without thinking, bracing your hands against the marble as you arched your back. He stepped in behind you, one hand gripping your waist, the other sliding down to your ass, squeezing it tightly, before bringing it your throat. The weight of his body pressed into yours, his cock sliding against your folds again, coated in your slick.

“Fuckk…” he breathed, eyes dragging over the curve of your body. “Look at you.”

He slid back inside in one deep thrust, making you cry out, the new angle even deeper, every movement hitting where you needed it most. You choked out a moan, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter as he set a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen. His hand on your throat tightened, enough to make a tear roll down your cheek, as his other hand slid down between your thighs.

You gasped, hips jolting when his fingers found your clit—slick and swollen, throbbing for attention. He rubbed slow circles, perfectly in time with his thrusts, his breath hot on your neck.

“You’re dripping f’me, baby.”

You whimpered, your body trembling under him, the dual sensation of his cock driving into you and his fingers playing with your cunt like he knew it better than you did had you spiraling fast, and you were close again.

“You gonna cum f’me this time?” he asked, voice rough, almost teasing. “Wanna feel you fall apart around me.”

You couldn’t even respond—your mouth opened, but all that came out was a broken moan as his fingers circled your clit faster, matching the rhythm of his hips slamming into you. The pleasure hit hard, a white-hot rush that started low in your belly and tore through you like a wave. Your whole body tensed, then shook as the orgasm took over, your cries filling the room as you clenched around him, pulsing and fluttering, breathless and undone.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” Hollis groaned, his rhythm faltering as your body tightened around him. “Just like that, baby. Just like that…my pretty girl”

He kept fucking you through it, chasing his own high now, until his breath hitched, his thrusts growing erratic. He pulled out quickly, his hand wrapping around his cock just in time to finish—hot spurts landing across your lower back and the curve of your ass as he let out a low, guttural moan.

He stood there for a second, panting, his hand still on your hip as he stared down at the mess he’d made of you. Then he moved, gentle and quiet, grabbing a nearby dish towel.

You stayed bent over the counter, still catching your breath, eyes fluttering closed as the aftershocks rippled through you. A moment later, his touch was back, warm, careful, wiping you down with the soft cloth, his fingers brushing your skin like he couldn’t stop touching you. When he was done, he tossed the towel aside and pressed a kiss to your spine, slow and sweet.

“You good?” he asked, voice soft now, soothing.

You nodded, and he helped you turn around, lifting you off the counter and into his arms. You instinctively curled into him, your legs still a little shaky, and he just held you for a moment, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back. Then he looked down at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.

“Stay tonight” he said, brushing your hair away from your face. “Don’t wanna let you go yet”

Your heart skipped. You looked up at him, cheeks warm, lips still parted from the kiss and nodded. “Okay” you whispered, grinning at him. His mouth twitched into the faintest smile before he leaned in, kissing you again—slow, deep, filled with love.

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A/N: i dont really like this but i really wanted to post something for you guys so sorry if its rushed!!

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