Chapter 173: Temporary High

Chapter 173: Temporary High
Oliver, still above Del on the bed, kissed her again. This time it wasn’t playful or teasing. It was deeper, heavier, like he’d made up his mind that he wanted more. Del let herself sink into it. She stopped thinking so hard and just let herself be there with him in that cheap motel room, the low hum of a nature documentary flickering on the TV in the background.
Then he pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes dark. “Can I take this off?” he asked, fingers already tugging lightly at the bottom of her shirt.
Del gave a small nod and then softly said, “Yeah.”
Oliver sat up a little and slowly peeled her shirt up and over her head, his hands warm against her sides. He tossed it behind him and leaned back down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, then lower.
“I miss this…” His mouth moved over the top of her breasts, teeth gently tugging at the edge of her bra before he continued down, kissing the soft skin between her ribs, then her stomach, then the dip of her hips.
“You always smell so good, Del,” he murmured against her skin.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and looked up at her for permission again. When she lifted her hips, he slid them down her legs and dropped them off the side of the bed. Then he settled between her thighs, pressing his mouth right against the center of her panties.
Del’s breath hitched. Then he kissed her there, his breath warm through the fabric, then caught the cotton between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug, teasing her.
“Oliver…” she breathed, her hand finding his hair.
He looked up at her, lips still brushing against her. “I’m not gonna push for more than this tonight,” he said. “I won’t go inside you until you’re really ready for that again. I promise. But I need to feel you, baby. Can we do this?”
Del swallowed, her body already buzzing. “Okay.”
He moved then, rolling them over so she was on top, straddling his hips. Oliver quickly yanked his own shirt off and shoved his pants and boxers down, kicking them away. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. He was rock-hard under her.
“Come here,” he said, voice husky as his hands settled on her hips, guiding her. “Move on me. Just like this.”
Del braced her hands on his chest and started rocking against him. The moment the damp, heated center of her panties dragged along the full length of his bare cock, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her. He was so hot, so hard, and every slow grind pressed him perfectly against her swollen clit through the thin fabric.
Oliver groaned deep in his chest, his fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck… that’s it. Harder, baby.”
She rocked faster, sliding her soaked panties up and down his shaft, feeling every thick inch of him throbbing against her. Each roll of her hips made the head of his cock catch against her clit before sliding back down, spreading her wetness all over him. The cotton between them was quickly turning slippery and clinging.
Del’s breathing turned ragged. “Oh…Oliver…” she whimpered, grinding down harder, chasing the pressure that was building so fast.
Oliver’s hands moved to her ass, squeezing as he thrust up to meet her, fucking against her through her panties with short, urgent strokes. “You’re so fucking wet,” he panted, eyes locked on where they rubbed together. “I can feel how soaked you are. Keep moving just like that—shit, Del, you’re gonna make me come.”
She rode him faster, hips rolling desperately, grinding her swollen clit along the thick length of his cock. The sensation was almost too much. Every downward stroke dragged her sensitive bundle of nerves over the hard ridge of him. Her thighs started trembling.
“I’m— I’m close,” she gasped.
“Come on, baby. Come all over me,” Oliver growled, gripping her tighter and bucking up harder, faster, matching her frantic rhythm.
The orgasm slammed into her without warning. Del cried out, her whole body seizing as powerful waves crashed through her. Her clit throbbed against his cock, each pulsing spasm sending white-hot pleasure ripping down her legs and up her back. Her hips were grinding down on him in desperate circles as she came hard, soaking through her panties even more.
“Fuck— Del—” Oliver groaned loudly.
He thrust up once, twice, then slammed her down onto him, holding her there as his own release hit. His cock pulsed hard beneath her, thick ropes of hot cum spilling over his stomach and shooting up onto her ruined panties and lower belly. He kept grinding her against him through it, prolonging the intense friction until both of them were shaking and gasping for air.
They stayed locked together, trembling, her body still twitching with aftershocks while his cock continued to twitch against her soaked center. Del’s forehead dropped to his, both of them breathing hard and ragged, sweat-slicked skin pressed together.
The nature documentary continued playing quietly in the background, completely forgotten.
Oliver eventually let out a shaky laugh and brushed her hair back from her damp face. “That version of me you were thinking about earlier? The one from that coffee shop?” He kissed her gently. “He’s still here, too, you know.”
Del didn’t reply. She just closed her eyes and tried not to think about how easy it was to believe him in moments like this.
Later, Oliver slept. He went quickly, like a switch. His breathing evened out, and he looked even younger asleep.
Del lay beside him and looked at the ceiling for a while.
She thought about what he'd said about the boring life. She thought about how completely he believed in it, that version of the future, how real it was to him.
She turned her head and looked at him.
Then she looked at the corner of the room.
The bag sat where he'd dropped it when they came in. Main zipper partially open, same as it had been in the car. The corner of the brown envelope was visible from here, just the edge of it, catching the thin light that came under the curtain from the parking lot outside.
Del looked at it for a long time.
She thought about tomorrow. The crossing. Mexico, and then further south, and then a life that was built for two people who didn't exist.
She looked at the bag.
She looked at Oliver sleeping.
She looked at the bag again.
She turned back to the ceiling and lay still and waited for sleep in the quiet of the room, with Oliver breathing evenly beside her and the bag in the corner and the border a mile and a half south, and thought about all the things she hadn't decided and all the ones she had.