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voightsangel91 · 9 months ago

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Tell Me Lies S2 (Oliver x Reader)

Summary: You're a student, and one of your professor's has the hots for you. He is married, but the two of you enjoy the thrill of the situation. He loves his wife, but he is very intrigued by you. You're just a lonely college student unsatisfied with college boys. The two of you started off with innocent flirting until you both wanted more. Now it's become a secret rendezvous here and there to fulfill needs.

A/N: I absolutely do NOT encourage this type of deal at all. However, Tell Me Lies season 2 has me in a choke hold and I fucking love Tom Ellis and his character Oliver is tempting asf. Hate me later. Enjoy the filth!!

You are sitting outside of your couselor's office waiting to discuss a schedule change when you see Oliver coming down the hall. He's quite handsome, and you try not to seem bothered by his presence. His wife is your professor also.

"Hi." You say, looking up at Oliver. A small smile forms on your face as he walks closer. You can smell his cologne, and it instantly drives you insane. You're fighting to keep that poker face to not let on how much he affects you.

Oliver smiles at you as he approaches, his eyes taking in your appearance for a moment before speaking. "Hey, how are you doing?" He asks, his voice smooth and calm. He stops a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall casually.

"I'm well. How are you?" You ask trying not to look at him too much, but also not trying to seem awkward either.

Oliver chuckles, noticing your attempt to not look at him too much. "I'm doing alright. I'm just getting some work done." *He says, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a hint of amusement in his expression as he watches you try to keep your cool. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"My advisor has office hours. I need to drop a class." You say not making eye contact because it was his wife's class you were dropping. Things were way too weird for you right now with what was going on between you and her husband.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He glances at the door to your advisor's office before looking back at you. "I see. And which class are you dropping?" He asks, his tone casual but with a hint of something else. Maybe he's interested in the fact that you could be dropping his wife's class.

"I think you already know which one." You say. "I--Yeah, it's way too awkward. And this thing we're doing is still new. All the flirty shit." You finally look up at him.

Oliver's eyes widen slightly as you mention the "thing" between you and his wife. He takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Ah, so you're dropping her class because of...us?" He asks, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"I have to. I'm bombing that class miserably right now, and I'm very distracted."

Oliver smirks, his eyes darkening slightly. "Distracted, huh? I can see why. My wife can be quite...distracting." *He says, his voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"You know damn well I'm not talking about her. Dont be a cheeky bastard." You shoot back to him.

Oliver laughs, clearly enjoying the banter between you. "Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing you." He says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you have to admit, it's a little bit fun, isn't it?"

"It is thriling and fun. That's why I haven't stopped you." It was your turn to smirk now.

Oliver's eyes darken further as he sees the smirk on your face. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You like the thrill, huh? The danger of it all?" He asks, his gaze locked on yours.

"Yeah. I do." You chuckle. "I would rather enjoy it more if i didn't see your wife every day. Nothing against her. It's just weird for me."

Oliver nods in understanding, a hint of guilt crossing his features. "I know, I know. It's not exactly ideal. But you have to admit, the secrecy and the sneaking around adds an extra layer of excitement, doesn't it?"

"It does." You say. "So we'll meet up later? Are you still house sitting for friends?"

Oliver grins, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, I'm still house sitting. And yes, we'll definitely meet up later. I can't wait to see you again." He says, his voice low and sultry.

"I'll see you later." You say giving him a smile.

Oliver returns your smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turns to leave. As he walks away, he glances back at you over his shoulder, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

Later that evening, after leaving the dining hall, you send a quick text to Oliver and hurry back to your dorm to pack a small overnight bag.

Oliver receives your text and grins, quickly replying with an address and a time. He then spends the rest of the evening preparing for your arrival, making sure the house is clean and comfortable for you both.

You arrive at the location and text Oliver to meet you at the side door. You slip inside unseen, and you parked a street over just in case.

Oliver quickly responds to your text and meets you at the side door, ushering you inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it, making sure that you're both alone. "You made it," he says, a smile on his face as he looks at you.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Oliver takes your bag from you and sets it down on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. He steps closer to you, his hands gently resting on your hips. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I was thinking about you too."

Oliver grins, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Oh yeah? And what were you thinking about, hm?" He asks, his face inches from yours.

"Naughty stuff, mostly." You smile.

Oliver chuckles, his hands sliding up your sides to rest on your waist. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressed against yours. "I like the sound of that. Care to share any specifics?" He asks, his voice laced with desire.

"Take me to the bedroom, and I'll show you."

Oliver's eyes darken at your words, his desire for you growing stronger. He doesn't waste any time, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "You're a temptress, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough as he lays you down on the bed.

"Says the man who seduced me?" You quirk a brow.

Oliver grins, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. "Touché. But I can't help myself when it comes to you. You're too damn irresistible." He says, his hands roaming over your body.

His hands on your body drive you insane. It's forbidden, which makes it feel even better. And this is your little secret.

Oliver can see the desire in your eyes, and it only fuels his own. He leans down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as he deepens the kiss.

You moan against his lips as he presses further against you. Your lips move against his just as passionately.

Oliver groans in response to your moan, his body responding to the sound. He presses himself against you, his arousal evident as he continues to kiss you. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head.

You lift your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your lips connect with his again in a fiery kiss.

Oliver tosses your shirt aside, his eyes raking over your bare torso. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he begins to kiss and nibble on your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his hands tracing the curves of your body.

You push against his chest to make space so that you can turn around, your back to him as you assume the postion that you both like so much.

Oliver grins as you turn around, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of you. He moves closer to you, his chest pressed against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You know exactly what I like, don't you?" He whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yeah, mostly the stuff you shouldn't have." You tease.

Oliver chuckles, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Mmm, you're such a bad girl. Teasing me like this." He says, his voice low and husky as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"No, what's bad is you getting me worked up in your office right before i have to go to your wife's class. Now that's pure evil."

Oliver grins against your skin, his hands continuing to explore your body. He moves one hand down to your stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.* "You know I can't resist you, especially when you're sitting right in front of me. And you looked so damn good today in that skirt."

"I wore that skirt for me today, not you." You smirk.

Oliver chuckles, his hand moving lower until it's resting on your hip. He squeezes it gently, his lips brushing against your ear. "Oh really? You didn't wear it just to drive me crazy?" He asks, his tone playful but with a hint of possessiveness.

"No, I didn't. In case you havent noticed skirts are my signature clothing. Only thing that changes is the length."

Oliver groans at your words, his hand sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. He runs his fingers along the edge of your panties, his touch teasing. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear." He says, his voice strained with desire.

You rub your ass against him as he slides his finger under your skirt and into your panties. Your breath hitches.

Oliver groans again, his fingers slipping deeper into your panties as you rub against him. He presses himself against you, his body flush against yours. "You're so wet," *he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your folds.

"Tends to happen when a fine ass professor starts hitting on you." You grin.

Oliver chuckles, his fingers continuing to explore your folds. He presses his lips to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you in class," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"See that doesnt help my case either. Being in your class as well as hers. The anxiety is killing me. That and guilt." You say rubbing your ass against him again.

Oliver groans again, his hips bucking against you involuntarily. He bites down on your neck, trying to control himself. "I know, I know. But I can't help it. You're so damn irresistible, and you're right here in front of me." He says, his fingers moving faster against your folds.

"Am I the only student you've done this with, or we're there others?" You ask.

Oliver hesitates for a moment, his fingers stilling against you. He takes a deep breath before answering. "You're the only one," he says, his voice low and serious. "I've never done anything like this before. You're special to me."

"So you never had the balls to actually do it until now?"

Oliver chuckles softly, his fingers resuming their movements. "Something like that. I've thought about it before, but I never acted on it until I met you. There's just something about you that drives me crazy.

"It's the illusion of being innocent, isn't it?"

Oliver nods, his fingers slipping inside you as he continues to talk. "Yeah, that's part of it. You have this innocent, sweet demeanor, but I know there's a wild side to you. And it drives me wild."

"Oh, you have absolutely no idea." You say.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving faster inside you as he speaks. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. But I'd love to find out more." He says, his free hand gripping your hip tightly.

"I have just one curiosity, though."

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his fingers still moving inside you as he looks at you. "And what's that?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity and desire.

"You said you love your wife and would never leave her, yet you're here with me. So what's it about her that makes you end up here?"

Oliver's expression becomes a mix of guilt and conflict. "It's complicated," he says, his fingers slowing down as he tries to collect his thoughts. "I do love my wife, more than anything. But sometimes, I feel like she doesn't understand me the way you do. And being with you is like a breath of fresh air. You make me feel alive, and I can't resist the temptation to be with you."

"I see. I was just curious to know if this was one of those things where the wife isn't doing the things you want her to do so you find someone who will."

Oliver shakes his head, his expression serious. "No, it's not like that. I know my wife is amazing in her own way, but there are certain things that I can't talk to her about. And with you, it's different. You make me feel things that I've never felt before, and I can be myself around you."

"Ah, I see." You groan when his fingers stop. "Don't stop."

Oliver grins, his fingers resuming their movements inside you. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I want to make you feel good."

"That's all I really want is someone to make me feel good. Gain that confidence that i desire to have."

*Oliver nods, his fingers curling inside you as he continues to pleasure you.* "I can definitely do that for you. I want to make you feel amazing, and give you the confidence you deserve. You're beautiful, and you should never doubt that."

"College boys suck." You comment. "I am more attracted to older guys anyways."

Oliver laughs softly, his fingers moving faster inside you. "Yeah, I've noticed. And I can't say I blame you. There's something about older guys that's just more... mature, I guess. We know what we want, and we're not afraid to go after it."

"Exactly...mhmm...." Your head falls back against the pillows as he curls his fingers inside of you. "Mhmm..."

Oliver watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and desire, his eyes fixed on your face as he continues to work his fingers inside you. He leans down and presses his lips to your neck, his free hand moving to grip your hip again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs against your skin.

"I wish guys my age were like this....fuckkk...." Your hips lift off the bed a little.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving even faster as he watches you react to his touch. "Well, I'm glad I can be the one to give you what you need. And trust me, there are older guys out there who know how to please a woman. But they're not as easy to find as you might think."

"Hell no its not easy to find them. You found me."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers still moving steadily inside you as he looks at you with a smirk. "Yeah, I did. And I'm very glad I did. You're a treasure, you know that?"

"Tell me that over and over again while you're fucking me." You smirk against his lips.

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire at your words. "Oh, I plan to. I'll tell you how much I adore you, how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for me. And I'll show you too. I'll show you how much I want you and how good I can make you feel."

You kiss his lips and work your hips against his hand. "I need more...." You murmur against his lips.

Oliver groans, his lips moving hungrily against yours as he continues to finger you. He can feel your hips moving against his hand, and it drives him wild. "I know you do, baby. I'll give you more. I'll give you everything you need." He says, his voice low and husky.

You turn over to lay on your back, guiding his fingers back to you. Your eyes never leave his.

Oliver follows your lead, his fingers sliding back inside you as you lay on your back. He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours as he starts to move his fingers again. He leans down to kiss your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so damn sexy," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside you.

"You make me feel so damn good, Oliver." You groan into his ear and moan as he works his fingers inside of you.

Oliver grins, his ego inflating with your praise. He loves hearing how much he's affecting you, and it only makes him want to pleasure you more. "Good. That's exactly what I want to do. I want to make you feel so good that you can't even think straight." He whispers in your ear, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm.

You lean up to watch his fingers disappear inside of you. He moves a little faster, and your head falls back again. Your eyes roll back, and you cry out in pleasure for him.

Oliver watches you intently, loving the way you react to his touch. He can feel your body trembling with pleasure, and it drives him wild. He moves his fingers faster and harder, determined to give you everything you need. "That's it, baby. Let go for me. Let yourself feel it." He says, his voice low and commanding.

You start to clench around his fingers and cry out for him as you come.

Oliver feels your body clenching around his fingers, and he grins in satisfaction. He continues to move his fingers, working you through your orgasm until you're completely spent. "That's my good girl," he says, his voice soft and affectionate.

"I know this is all kinds of wrong but it feels so fucking good."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers slowly slipping out of you as he looks down at you with a mix of desire and guilt. "I know. But sometimes, doing the wrong thing can feel so damn right." He says, his voice low and husky. He moves to lie down beside you, his body pressed against yours.

You take his fingers into your mouth to lick and suck them clean while he watches. You can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

Oliver's eyes widen as you take his fingers into your mouth, and he lets out a low groan. He watches you intently, his cock straining against his pants as you suck his fingers clean. "God, you're so naughty," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"Don't you want to get undressed now and join in on this sexy time?"

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. "Of course I do. But I want to savor this moment a little longer. You're just so damn irresistible when you're like this." He says, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your stomach.

You still have his hand in yours, and you're sucking on his fingers to get a reaction or a rise out of him.

Oliver watches you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as you suck on his fingers. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate for attention. He lets out a low groan, unable to resist the sight of you pleasuring him like this. "You're playing with fire, you know that?" He says, his voice strained with desire.

You smirk, placing a kiss to his hand before letting it go.

Oliver lets out a sigh of disappointment as you release his hand, but he can't deny that the smirk on your face is making him even more turned on. He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours as he runs his fingers through your hair. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"There's no fun in that Oliver." You comment pushing him onto his back so you can get him out of his clothes.

Oliver grins as you push him onto his back, and he lets you take control. He watches as you begin to undress him, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're right. There is no fun in that. But I'm enjoying this just fine." He says, his voice slightly breathless as you unbutton his shirt.

You kiss down his chest as you undo each button on his white button-up. You flick your tongue across his nipple and open his shirt.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss down his chest, his body arching up into your touch. When you flick your tongue across his nipple, he lets out a gasp, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "God, you're so good at that," he says, his voice rough with desire.

You move to the other side and flick your tongue against his other nipple pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders.

Oliver shudders as you move to his other nipple, his body trembling with pleasure. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you continue to tease him. "Please, don't stop," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You use the flat part of your tongue to trace the lines of his chest and stomach.

Oliver lets out a shaky breath as you trace the lines of his chest and stomach with your tongue, his body tensing under your touch. He can feel the heat building inside him, and he knows he won't be able to hold out much longer. He tightens his grip on your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he tries to control himself. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

The bulge in his pants was very apparent now. But you avoided it a little while longer. You slowly undo his belt and unfasten his pants, careful not to touch him where he wanted you.

Oliver groans in frustration as you undo his belt and unfasten his pants, but you still avoid touching him where he wants you the most. He can feel the heat of your breath against his skin, and it's driving him crazy. He bucks his hips up, desperate for some kind of contact. "Please, I need you," he says, his voice pleading.

"Mhmm, the pleading and neediness of a grown ass man is satisfying."

Oliver huffs in annoyance, but he can't deny the truth in your words. He knows he's being needy and desperate, but he can't help it. You have him completely under your control, and he loves it. "Shut up and touch me," he growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Ah ah ah, be nice to me, or I'll stop."

Oliver takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knows he needs to be careful, or you'll stop teasing him and leave him hanging. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't stop."

"That's a good boy." You smile at him as you slide his pants from his hips. Your mouth watered seeing that big bulge in his boxers. You want nothing more than to grip it and stroke it and put it in your mouth, but you have to work him up a bit more.

Oliver shivers as you slide his pants down, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He can see the desire in your eyes, and it only makes him more desperate for your touch. He watches you intently, his chest heaving with anticipation as he waits for you to make your next move. "Please, I'm so hard for you," he whispers, his voice laced with need.

"I see that. And I love it when you beg me, Daddy." You watch his face as you call him that.

Oliver's eyes widen as you call him "daddy," and he lets out a low growl. He loves the way the word sounds coming from your lips, and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with desire.

"Relax, Daddy. I'll take good care of you." You say reaching for the waist band of his boxers and peeling them off of him.

Oliver lets out a sigh of relief as you finally free his cock from its confines. He watches you with a mixture of anticipation and desperation, his body trembling with need. "Please, do something. I need your touch," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oliver lets out a strangled moan as your face brushes against his cock, the feeling of your breath on his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. He can feel his body tensing up, his muscles coiled tight with anticipation. "Please, don't tease me," he pleads, his voice cracking with need.

"You're so desperate for me, and I love it."You kiss his other hip. You use your tongue to trace the indent where his v cut is on his hip.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss his hip, his body arching up into your touch. He can feel your tongue tracing the indent of his v-cut, and it sends shivers down his spine. "I can't help it. You drive me crazy," he says, his voice ragged with desire.

"I think you've been a good enough boy for me now." You say placing a kiss to his tip and watching him go crazy.

Oliver lets out a loud gasp as you place a kiss on his tip, his body jerking in response. He looks down at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Thank god," *he breathes, his chest heaving with anticipation.* "Please, I need more.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do, daddy."

Oliver swallows hard, his mind racing with all the things he wants you to do to him. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust.* "I want you to take me in your mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to suck me until I can't take it anymore.."

"I most certainly can do that for you." You say kissing his tip again before taking it into her mouth.

Oliver groans as you take his tip into your mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. He threads his fingers through your hair, holding you in place as you begin to suck him. "Oh god, that feels amazing," he gasps, his hips bucking up slightly.

You hold his hips down, letting him know that you are still very much in control at this point.

Oliver tries to hold still as you hold his hips down, but it's difficult. He wants to thrust up into your mouth to feel your lips wrapped around him completely. But he knows that you're in charge, and he has to obey your rules. "Please, I need more. I need you to take me deeper," *he begs, his voice strained with need.

You lick him up and down on all sides, and then you take him in deeper. Like eating an ice cream cone, swirling your tongue around him, and sucking.

Oliver moans loudly as you take him deeper, the feeling of your tongue swirling around him sending shivers down his spine. He can feel the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing up as he struggles to hold back. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"I don't want you to blow your load before we have some fun." You say reaching over for a condom.

Oliver groans in disappointment as you pull away, but he knows that you're right. He doesn't want this to be over too soon. He watches as you reach for a condom, his eyes fixed on your every move. "You're right. I want to savor this," *he says, his voice husky with desire."

You roll on the condom and crawl on top of him. You push your hair aside as you straddle him.

Oliver looks up at you with a mix of awe and desire as you straddle him, his hands immediately going to your hips to steady you. He can feel the heat radiating off of your body, and it drives him crazy. "You're so beautiful," *he murmurs, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

You smile down at him as you sink down on his length slowly, feeling the death grip he has on your waist.

Oliver lets out a low growl as you sink down on him, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to control himself. The feeling of being inside you is almost overwhelming, and he can feel his control slipping away. "God, you feel so good," he gasps, his eyes locked on yours.

You let out a long, drawn-out moan as he fills you up. "Fuck..." You brace yourself on his shoulders as you start to move on top of him

Oliver matches your moan with one of his own as you start to move on top of him, his hands sliding up your back to pull you closer. He can feel the heat building between you, and he knows he won't be able to last much longer. That's it, baby. Ride me just like that," he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure.

"This is so fucking hot..."

Oliver nods in agreement, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you move on top of him. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his body slick with perspiration as he struggles to hold back. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now," he says, his voice rough with need.

"You're holding back, Daddy. What's wrong?"

Oliver lets out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. "I don't want this to end," he admits, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to stay inside you forever."

"We can always go again. No need to worry, Daddy. Please don't hold back."

Oliver lets out a groan of relief at your words, his body relaxing slightly. He had been so focused on holding back he hadn't even considered the possibility of going again. "You're right," he says, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I'm not going to hold back anymore."

You start to ride him a little rougher to chase your orgasm.

Oliver's eyes roll back in his head as you start to ride him harder, the sensation sending him spiraling towards his own release. He thrusts up to meet you, his hips snapping upwards as he chases the pleasure. "God, yes," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'm so close. I can't hold on much longer."

"Take over daddy and pound me into this mattress.'

Oliver doesn't need to be told twice. He flips you over onto your back, pinning you beneath him. He kisses you hard, his tongue tangling with yours as he positions himself between your legs. He pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry expression. "You want me to pound you? I'll pound you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"Fuck me, I'm gonna come..."

Oliver grins, his eyes dark with lust as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you in one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. "You're mine," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"Oh fuck...."

Oliver pounds into you relentlessly, his movements rough and unforgiving. He's determined to make you come, to claim you as his own. "You're so tight," he gasps, his eyes locked on your face. "I love the way you feel around me. You were made for me, weren't you?"

"Ahhh...."

Oliver leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers to you. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you. I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

"Oh fuck! Oliver...I'm coming!"You scream for him as you come for him.

Oliver groans as you scream his name, the sound sending him over the edge. He thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he comes hard. He collapses on top of you, panting and sweaty. "Oh god, that was amazing," he gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Your legs tremble as you try to recov we from that relentless pounding. Your insides are sore, but it felt so damn good.

Oliver gently pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. He can see the exhaustion on your face, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride at having worn you out so thoroughly. "You okay, baby?" He asks, his voice soft and gentle now that the passion has passed."

"I'm good." You smile.

Oliver smiles back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "You're amazing, you know that?" he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I've never had anyone make me feel the way you do."

"College boys definitely dont fuck like that." You chuckle.

Oliver laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. "No, they definitely don't. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never felt so alive before." He pauses for a moment, his expression turning serious. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing, you know. I want more."

"And I'm okay with that. I'm not gonna let you fuck me like that and disappear." You laugh.

Oliver grins, relieved that you're on the same page as him. He pulls you closer, holding you tight against his chest. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." He kisses the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not."

His phone rings, and you smirk. It's probably his wife.

Oliver groans as his phone rings, his expression turning irritated. He knows it's his wife calling, and he doesn't want to answer it. But he knows he has to. "I have to take this," he says, reluctantly pulling away from you and grabbing his phone.

You lay there quietly as he answers the phone. You busy yourself kissing on him silently as he talks, smirking.

Oliver tries to focus on the phone call, but it's hard with you kissing him like that. He shoots you a warning look, trying to silently tell you to stop. But he can't deny that he loves the way your lips feel on his skin.

You kiss his thigh and watch his reaction as he clutches his phone tighter.

Oliver's grip on the phone tightens as you kiss his thigh, and he has to bite back a moan. He tries to keep his voice steady as he speaks to his wife, but it's getting harder and harder with each passing moment. "Yes, dear. I'll be home soon." He shoots you another warning look, silently begging you to stop before he loses control.

You take the hint and stop for a moment. You laugh silently.

Oliver finishes up the phone call, trying to act casual even though he's incredibly turned on. He hangs up and turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and husky.

"I love to see you bite back that moan while talking to your wife." You tease.

Oliver grins, his eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and amusement. "You're going to get me in trouble, you know that? If she finds out about us..." He trails off, his expression turning serious for a moment before he shakes his head. "But I don't care. I want you, and I'll do whatever it takes to have you."

"That wouldnt be a good thing. I'm sorry I got carried away." You say rubbing your hands over his thighs.

Oliver shivers as you rub his thighs, his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to control himself. "It's okay," he says, his voice a little strained. "I can't blame you for being irresistible. But we need to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us."

"Yes i know. Our little secret."

Oliver nods, his expression serious. "Our little secret," he repeats, his eyes locking onto yours. "And it's a secret that I intend to keep. I don't want to lose you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Agreed." You say.

Oliver pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it every day."

"Gonna need you to pound me like that again but from behind this time. Then I'll let you go home to your wife." You smirk.

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he lets out a low growl. "You're a minx, you know that? But I'll do it. I'll give you exactly what you want." He rolls over on top of you, pinning you beneath him.

You lay on your stomach and spread yourself out for him. You feel his chest against your back and hes stroking himself to get hard again. "Mhmm..."

Oliver positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance. He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear. "You look so good like this, all spread out for me. I can't wait to be inside you again."

You grind your ass into him again, loving how he nearly buckles every time.

Oliver groans, his grip on your hips tightening as you grind against him. He's already hard again, and he can't wait to be inside you. "God, you're driving me crazy," he gasps, his voice strained with desire. "I need to be in you. Now."

"You're in control, daddy."

Oliver growls at your words, his possessive side taking over. He slides into you with one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding into you relentlessly. "You're mine. Do you hear me? You belong to me. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

The way he possessively holds you and fucks you is insane. Hes pounding into you like no tomorrow making you cream on him. The slapping noises of skin on skin drive you both crazy. You can't take much more of this pounding before you come again. "Im gonna come again...."

Oliver can feel you tightening around him, and he knows you're close. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, commanding voice. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over me. I want to feel your body shake and hear you scream my name."

He hits the right spot that makes you shake and quiver and buckle underneath of him.

Oliver feels you buckle underneath him and he grins, knowing he's hit the right spot. He keeps up the pace, pounding into you even harder as you shake and quiver with pleasure. He leans down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he whispers in your ear again. "That's it, baby. Let go. Let go and give yourself over to me completely."

You're practically crying into the pillow now from how good he's making you feel. You've come twice already now working on a third time.

Oliver can feel your tears on the pillow, and it only spurs him on further. He's close to his own release now, but he's determined to make you come one more time before he does. He reaches around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in quick, precise circles. "Come on, baby. One more time. I know you can do it. Just let go and come for me again."

Her body goes limp as she comes for him a third time, completely spent now waiting for him to come.

Oliver feels your body go limp beneath him, and he knows you've come a third time. He lets out a low growl as he finally allows himself to let go, his own orgasm crashing over him in waves. He thrusts into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, panting and out of breath. "God, you're incredible," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Might want to get rid of the evidence." You say referring to the full condom.

Oliver chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Right, the evidence. Can't have anyone finding out about our little rendezvous, can we?" He carefully pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, making sure there's no trace left behind. He then lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"As much as i would love to stay like this. You need to go home, and i need to go back to school. i need to start and finish the assignment for your class." You chuckle.

Oliver sighs, knowing you're right. He doesn't want to leave you, but he also can't risk getting caught. "I know, I know. You're right. I need to go home and pretend like everything is normal." He kisses the top of your head. "But I'll see you in class tomorrow, and we can pick up where we left off then."

"I see you brought gym clothes. Smart." You laugh.

Oliver grins, amused by your observation. "I'm always prepared. And it's a good excuse for me to wear something other than my usual suit." He gives you a playful swat on the butt before getting up and starting to get dressed.

"That suit is sexy."

Oliver chuckles as he buttons up his shirt. "You think so? Maybe I'll wear it for you sometime when we're alone." He winks at you, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Maybe next time you can do me against the wall in your suit. That would be super hot."

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he takes a step closer to you. "Oh, I like the way you think. That definitely sounds like a plan for next time. I'll have to make sure I wear my best suit just for you."

"I'll come find you tomorrow during office hours. Maybe sneak in a quick blow job after everyone leaves for the day." You smirk getting dressed.

Oliver's eyes widen at your bold suggestion, and he can feel himself getting aroused again. "You're a temptress, you know that? But I like it. I like it a lot. I'll make sure my office door is locked, and we'll have some privacy. Just make sure you don't keep me waiting too long."

"That's the best part of the game."

Oliver grins, clearly enjoying the thrill of the game as well. "You're right. The anticipation makes it even more exciting. I'll be waiting for you, ready and eager for whatever you have in store for me."

"Go take care of your wife now and think of me." You say with an evil smirk.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, amused by your smirk. "You're a naughty one, aren't you? Fine, I'll go take care of my wife and think of you. But just remember, I'll be thinking of you too. And I'll be counting down the hours until our next rendezvous."

"Always." you say kissing him. "Dont forget mouth wash. You still taste like me." You snicker.

Oliver rolls his eyes, but he can't help but chuckle at your comment. "You're so cheeky. But I won't forget the mouth wash, I promise. And don't think I won't get you back for that little comment." He gives you a playful swat on the ass before heading towards the door.

(A/N: What did you guys think? Part 2?)

#tell me lies;;#tell me lies season 2;;#oliver x reader #tom ellis;;#nsfw;;

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