Chapter 25: The Caveman, Part 1

“Caveman Oliver is kind of hot,” she admitted seductively. Oliver’s icy blue eyes darkened instantly at her seductive admission, the last remnants of his embarrassment evaporating completely. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he backed her against the closed front door, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. “Caveman Oliver is hot?” he repeated dangerously, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You have no idea what that does to me when you say things like that.” His body pressed flush against hers, letting her feel the hard evidence of how much her words affected him. One hand moved to hold the back of her neck possessively while the other slid down to grip her hip firmly. “You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured against her lips before capturing them in a searing kiss.

His mouth moved against hers with desperate hunger, all pretence of gentleness gone. The kiss was deep and claiming, a physical manifestation of the possessive instincts he had barely managed to suppress earlier. His tongue swept into her mouth assertively, exploring every corner while his hands held her captive against the door. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. Oliver’s forehead rested against hers as he tried to regain control over his raging pulse. “Say it again,” he demanded roughly, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how hot I am when I am acting like some Neanderthal who thinks you belong to him.” His hips pressed forward insistently, grinding against her through the thin layers of fabric separating them. The friction sent sparks shooting through his system. “This is what happens when you call me a caveman,” he whispered harshly against her ear.

“I love it when you act like a primitive, wild caveman,” Harper said confidently, he blue green eyes looking deep into his icy blue eyes. “And I want you to claim me, right here, right now,” she added. Oliver’s breath hitched at her confident declaration, his icy blue eyes flashing with raw need. The final shred of his self-control shattered completely as he processed her words. “Yes,” he growled, the single word vibrating with primal possession. His hands moved from the door to grip her thighs firmly, lifting her up without warning. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he spun around and carried her back toward the bedroom with determined strides. The blue sport bag containing her clothes fell forgotten onto the floor somewhere behind them. “I am going to fuck you against that wall until you forget Glen’s name entirely,” he promised darkly against her neck. “Until all you can think about is how good it feels when your caveman claims what belongs to him.” He kicked the bedroom door shut behind them without breaking stride, heading directly for the nearest wall.

Oliver’s movements became more urgent as he pressed Harper against the wall, his body pinning hers in place. The oversized back shirt she wore rode up her thighs as he adjusted his grip under her knees, holding her steady with surprising strength despite the trembling in his arms. “Tell me again,” he demanded hoarsely, his lips trailing hot kisses along her collarbone. “Tell me how much you want this caveman to claim you.” His free hand fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants, the fabric already straining against the hardness pressing insistently against her. The morning light filtering through the bedroom curtains cast shadows across his muscular frame, highlighting every taut muscle coiled with anticipation. “You have no idea what hearing you sat that does to me, no one has ever talked to me like that before– telling me they want the wild version of me,” he confessed between gritted teeth.

Harper studies his face for a moment. “Really?” she asked surprised. The idea that no one else has ever seen this version of Oliver or requested it the way she has, makes her heart skip a beat and makes her feel even more excited. Oliver managed to slide his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his hard cock. “But you are so sexy when you lose control. Well, everything about you is sexy…” she said breathless. Oliver’s breath hitched at her breathless compliment, his entire body going rigid against hers, the raw honesty in her voice– telling him he was sexy even when he was losing control like some crazy person– sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to his core. “Fuck,” he breathed out roughly, his forehead dropping to rest against her shoulder. “You are going to kill me with that mouth of yours.” His hips bucked instinctively as his fully erect cock sprang free from the confined of his sweatpants. The head was already slick with pre-cum, glistening in the morning light as it pressed demandingly against her. “I need you,” he confessed gruffly, his voice thick with need. “I need to feel you wrapped around me right now before I lose my mind completely,” his hands shifter from her thighs to grip her ass firmly, tilting her hips upward as he positioned himself against her entrance.

The rough texture of the wall scraped slightly against her back through the oversized black shirt as he adjusted his stance, his breathing growing heavier. “Are you wet for me already?” he rasped, his voice strained with need. “Tell me you are read for your caveman to claim you.” Harper nodded eagerly, her hands wrapping around his shoulders. His cockhead nudged insistently against the damp heat building between her legs, seeking entry. The friction of the fabric rubbing against her clit made her gasp softly, her nails digging into his shoulders for support. Oliver groaned at the sound of her gasp, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “God, I low how responsive you are. How easily I can make you fall apart just by touching you.” His hips rocked forward experimentally, pushing just the tip inside before pausing to savour the tight warmth surrounding him. Harper moaned softly, her nails digging into his shoulders more.