Confounding Feelings, Part 5.
Lana awoke to the sun filtering in through the curtains of the room she was in. Startled, she took in her surroundings. The writer was still cuddled against Dr. Thredson on his living room couch. Oliver was sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped loosely around her. Her own hands were on his chest. There was static on the television, for they had never turned it off. She sighed in relief, glad to finally have some freedom.
She didn't dare move however, not wanting to disturb her partner. Lana peered over at a clock on the wall. It was ten o'clock. She wondered what day it was? Didn't Oliver have work? Against her better judgement she began pressing on his chest, attempting to wake him. Almost immediately, his dark brown eyes opened to meet hers. Thredson smiled, his strong arms tightening around her slightly. "Good morning, Lana." The doctor's voice was thick with sleep as he spoke.
"Good morning." The woman smiled meekly back, gently rubbing his chest. "What day is it?" Lana wondered if there was a reason Oliver wasn't itching to leave. He yawned, shrugging his shoulders as he did so. "It's Saturday. Why?"
"Don't you have work?" Lana asked. She was slightly nervous. She had never spent a whole day alone with him. Oliver often left for work, even on the weekends, saying that days off would only hinder his patient's progress.
A knowing smile crossed his lips as he shook his head. "No. And I don't plan on going in on my days off anymore. Sister Jude is a rude woman." Lana laughed, nodding her head in agreement. "She sure is."
Still smiling, Oliver pinched her bottom as he had last night. He could sense the anxiety coming off Lana in waves. "Are you scared to spend a whole day alone with me?" His voice was teasing, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as the journalist shook her head. "Don't lie to me, Lana." He said authoritatively.
"It's just... What will we do all day?" Ms. Winters bit her lip slightly, her stomach sick with anxiety. Oliver ran a hand through her hair, shrugging his shoulders again. "Whatever you want to do. We could have breakfast, take a shower." The psychiatrist watched her closely, her slight shaking subsiding. A smirk pulled at his lips at his next thought. His eyes darkened, his pupils noticeably dilating. Lana shivered, she knew what that look meant.
His large hand slipped up her dress, his fingers brushing lightly against the back of her thigh. "Or, we could explore each other's bodies a little more?" Oliver bent into her, pressing his lips to her neck. Lana couldn't help the moan that escaped her as he began sucking the sensitive skin. She gasped aloud as he bit into her neck, her hands moving up to tightly grip his shoulders. "You have no idea how hard it was to resist you last night." Oliver said gruffly into her ear, his hand slipping further up her dress to cup her butt.
The doctor pulled away from her, only to lean in to capture her lips with his. Lana sighed into the kiss, tilting her head to better accept his tongue in her mouth. Oliver moaned as he swept his tongue along her's, grinding against her as he did so. Lana could feel his hardness pressing against her, a jolt of arousal pooling in her belly at the realization. Oliver Thredson truly was a talented lover when he actually tried. A kiss alone from Wendy had never been enough to excite her. It usually took a little more for her to become aroused.
But with Oliver, it was instantaneous. From the second his lips caressed her neck, Lana could feel the burn of his passion. She was still incredibly confounded at his effect on her. What was it about the doctor that made her so responsive all of the sudden? Sure, he was handsome. He was a good kisser and had amazing hands to boot. But how unpredictable he was should make her trepidatious.
It had the opposite effect on Lana Winters. His sudden changes from rough to soft made her toes curl. Oliver's lips were moving relentlessly against hers, unbuttoning her dress in the back as he went. He peeled her dress off, parting from her to take a look at her bare state. Lana's nipples were a light pink, just the right size and puckered in arousal. Oliver bent to take one into his mouth, sucking the skin lightly. Lana moaned, threading her fingers into his messy black hair.
He switched to the other one, giving it proper treatment. His teeth scraped against it teasingly as he moved down her body. The doctor's talented tongue swept under her breasts, before trailing kisses down her stomach. Oliver's lips stopped short of where she needed him most. Lana sighed as he kissed her abdomen, his hands holding tightly onto her hips to prevent their relentless grinding. "Don't tease me, Oliver." Lana said breathlessly, tugging urgently at his hair. She could feel him smirk sadistically against her skin.
"I want to take my time with you. What's the rush?" Thredson teased, looking up at her, grinning mischievously. Lana attempted to squirm against his strong hands, pressing her legs together to feel some kind of relief. Was he trying to kill her? His kisses continued, moving to the top of her hairless mound. Dr. Thredson didn't move any further down right away. Lana could feel his hot breath against her. He moved down to her thighs, licking the line where her leg met her pelvis.
"Oliver!" Lana cried, her head thrown back as she began quivering. Oliver looked up, his whole body tense as he watched her. God, he needed her. But timing was everything, and he wanted to tease her more. Relenting a little, one of his hands released her hip and moved to part her folds. A sharp moan was drawn from his partner as he did so. Lana was panting harshly, her back arching as he rubbed one of his knuckles teasingly against her clit.
She was so wet, so ready for him. It took all of Oliver's control not to free himself and fuck her furiously. He had never seen Lana so desperate and willing. The psychiatrist removed his finger, bringing it up to his lips for a taste. Lana's brown eyes watched as he did so, trembling from his endless torment. Oliver sat up, beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. Their eyes were locked on one another as he did so. The doctor couldn't help the smirk as he peeled his shirt off. Lana sat up as well, running her hands down his chest. Her brown eyes took in his physique appreciatively. Thredson would be lying if he said the look didn't thrill him to his core.
Oliver unbuckled his belt, pulling it off. He pulled Lana's hands away from his chest and pushed her back down on the couch. He pulled her arms above her head and used his belt to fasten her wrists together. Lana's heart was beating out of her chest as he did so, watching him with a twinge of fear in her eyes. She was reassured, however, as their eyes met and she saw the unbridled lust in his dark eyes. No sign of insanity, thankfully. "Trust me." Oliver whispered, winking at her as he removed his glasses and placed them on the coffee table.
He then moved back down her body, his fingers leaving a burning trail down her sides as he went. He stopped at her sex, parting her with his tongue. Oliver kept his hands on her hips, preventing her body from moving. Lana cried out as his tongue flicked against her clit, her eyes taking in the lewd sight of him going down on her. Goosebumps broke out on her skin as their eyes met. Oliver's eyes were black as he watched her twist under his ministrations. It was so erotic, Lana found herself straining against the restraint of the belt.
"Oliver! Please don't stop!" The writer cried out wantonly. Oliver moaned against her, the vocalization vibrating against her clit as he did so. When his tongue slipped inside of her and began thrusting, Lana wiggled restlessly, wishing she could dig her nails into the couch cushions. He was unrelenting in his assault, and right as she was about to come, he stopped suddenly. Oliver could feel her slick walls beginning to convulse around his tongue and stopped just in time. Lana cried out in agony, writhing as best she could against her restraints.
"Oh my God! Damn you, Thredson!" The young woman whined, glaring down at Oliver's smiling face. He exuded masculine pride as he watched her. He was panting slightly, his hair even more ruffled from her earlier rough treatment. "Please, Oliver! I can't take it!" Lana whimpered, her body straightening out like a board as she stretched desperately.
Moving back on top of her, Oliver's eyes flashed dangerously as he got in her face. One of his hands roughly grasped onto Lana's brown hair, pulling her head back slightly. The other hand moved to begin groping her breast as he bent in to whisper darkly into her ear. "What do you need, Lana? Do you need my cock inside you? Pounding you and making you come until you can't come anymore? Huh?" His tongue swept along the writer's neck as he awaited her response. The doctor refused to make a move until she begged him even more. Although it was killing him not to relieve the mounting arousal.
"I need you inside of me!" Lana Winters sighed, her legs shaking from the suspense. She wished that her hands were free so she could take a hold of his shoulders and mount him herself. The journalist was finally free in another sense, however. No longer did she have the nagging feeling that wanting him was wrong. So she wasn't exactly one hundred percent attracted to women anymore. So what? She was tired of denying herself the things she wanted. "Oliver, I'm begging you, make love to me." The writer's breath was naught but a sigh as she waited for Oliver to make a move.
The larger man lifted her into his lap, a profound look in his eyes. Make love to her? The words made his toes tingle in anticipation, his heart sped up at their meaning. Oliver unbound Lana's wrists, allowing her to touch him. The first thing she did was cup his face with both hands and lean in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet, their tongues touching as though they were hesitant lovers. Lana moaned into the kiss, her small hands moving down from Oliver's handsome face to his pants. She pulled them off slowly, with Oliver kicking them off in order to help her along.
Once they were both fully nude, Oliver pulled Lana back into his lap and wasted no time plunging inside her silky, slick depths. Both moaned at the joining of their bodies. Only moments ago he wanted to fuck her, but now, he wanted to connect with her. Dr. Thredson had grown up without human contact, so he found himself sighing as Ms. Winters placed her palms on his pecs, squeezing gently. Oliver set a slow pace, his hands coming up to hold Lana's back as he looked into her sweet brown eyes.
He noticed tears had gathered in her eyes as he thrusted deep inside her, their bodies rolling against each other. Their sighs were impassioned as they moved, and the tears were now rolling down Lana's cheeks. Oliver reached up and used his thumbs to brush them away. "Shh, baby. It's okay." He whispered, their eyes locked on one another as they moved in sync. Thredson wanted to ask why she was crying, but somehow he already knew. It wasn't because he was hurting her, it was because their relationship was different now.
No longer were they simply acting on lust, no longer were they strangers to one another. In this very moment they were lovers. Lana was probably scared of the emotions running through her tiny body. Oliver noticed that she was still shaking as he took ahold of her hips, rocking deep inside of her, hitting that special spot that made her cry out. Their eyes were locked onto one another as they moaned. "Lana, you feel so good..." Oliver said reverently, his black eyes finally left hers to look down at their grinding bodies. The doctor watched as his cock disappeared inside of her again and again. With a groan, he closed his eyes. He knew he would come quickly if he kept watching the erotic sight. He didn't want that. Oliver wanted to make this moment last for as long as he could.
Lana's cries were hoarse, her voice was weak from their extended foreplay. Even still, she keened low in her throat as Oliver's thrusts picked up in speed. Her hips rocked with his as she gripped tightly onto his broad shoulders. "I'm so close, Oliver!" She cried out suddenly, her eyes wide in desperation. Dr. Thredson's eyes snapped open at her exclamation. He watched as her face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open as she cried in time with each of his thrusts.
"Come for me, baby! Come on!" Oliver grit out the command through his teeth as he moved as fast as humanly possible. Lana cried out his name one last time, before becoming perfectly still as she came hard. The spasming of her release triggered Oliver to come not long after, he hissed through his teeth as his orgasm shook his body. Lana leaned her head weakly against Oliver's shoulder as they both panted, neither one moving a muscle.
The doctor sighed as the two of them stayed connected, his hands coming up to rub the smooth skin of her back as her violent shaking subsided. That was easily the best orgasm Lana Winters ever had. She locked her long legs around Oliver's waist as she sighed heavily. "That was amazing." She whispered. Oliver nodded in agreement, his hands still rubbing softly up and down her back. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. There was no doubt in his mind that he did, but he was too terrified of Lana's possible rejection to say anything. Now troubled by his thoughts, the psychiatrist moved to untangle himself from the writer's embrace. Lana held on tightly, preventing him from moving an inch.
"Stay." Lana whispered into his ear. Oliver sighed shakily and embraced her tightly. He had never felt so powerless in his entire life. Was this what love did to people? Did it make them feel weak, feel vulnerable? One thing was for sure, he didn't like it one bit. The feeling couldn't be helped, however. Oliver Thredson had fallen in love with Lana Winters. He took comfort in the fact that the small woman was rubbing his back. He'd finally found someone who could touch him without running in the other direction. His heart clenched painfully at the realization.
"What's wrong?" The journalist mumbled quietly. Oliver hadn't even noticed that tears began falling down his cheeks, dripping onto Lana's bare shoulder in the process. The doctor wiped them away quickly, shaking his head as he did so.
"Nothing is wrong." He paused, playing with the idea of telling her how he truly felt. Oliver made his decision. What was the point of hiding this information from her? Surely Lana would find out eventually. "I love you, Lana." Oliver's voice was like smooth melted chocolate as he confessed his feelings. Lana's eyes were wide as saucers as she pulled back slightly to look into her partner's eyes. All she found in his dark brown depths were affection and insecurity. When she didn't respond right away, the psychiatrist rambled on. "You don't have to say anything. I don't expect you to love me back. I never even expected to fall for you in the first place, but here we are. I just-"
Lana cut him off with a small smile. "Oliver," her hands cupped his cheeks as she shook her head. The brunette could see the mix of emotions flash through his eyes. Fear, love, confusion, insecurity. She leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips as she smiled brightly. "I love you, too." It was as if the world stood still as Lana mumbled those very words. Oliver let out a breath of relief as he smiled back at her, pulling her back into a tight embrace.
Ms. Winters could feel Dr. Thredson trembling ever so slightly as they curled into one another. Lana couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. What she had said wasn't entirely a lie. She did feel something for the doctor, she truly did. But she wasn't entirely convinced that it was love just yet. There was still the fact that she was still technically his captive. He couldn't be trusted, he was still so volatile. That much was obvious from his shaking as they cuddled together. Deep down inside, Oliver Thredson would always be that sad child who was abandoned by his mother. It would take a lot of healing to get him back to normal.
Lana wasn't sure she could fully change his ways. But when she had felt his tears on her shoulder, she knew she had to try. She briefly looked over her shoulder to see what time it was. "It's almost noon." Oliver's baritone voice in her ear startled her. He nipped playfully at her lobe before she turned back to face him. He was smirking at her, all traces of sadness and anxiety gone from his features. "Did you work up an appetite?" There was that hint of male pride in his tone as he jokingly wiggled his thick eyebrows at her.
Lana laughed sharply, smacking him lightly on his shoulder. "You're too much." She giggled. "But yes, brunch sounds lovely." Oliver laughed also, moving to stand and held out his hand to help her up as well. "We should probably get dressed first..." Suddenly Lana was self conscious as she spoke, folding her arms across her chest as she looked down at the beige carpet.
Oliver hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "If you could be naked all the time, I would encourage it." He said, a hint of lust in his tone as he leered at her. The journalist blushed, shaking her head. Thredson laughed, and removed her arms from her chest. "I'll make you a deal then, since you're so shy. I'll remain naked if you will also." As he said this, Lana found her eyes sweeping down Oliver's body. She blushed at the taboo idea, but found herself nodding her head regardless. "Let's get to it, then."
Dr. Thredson was true to his word. Grabbing his glasses, himself and Lana moved into the kitchen and he began making pancakes in the nude. Ms. Winters perched herself on a chair, her eyes watching the muscles of his back strain as he worked. The whole idea was oddly erotic. Oliver was clearly distracted by her nakedness. He often looked over his shoulder as he cooked, his blackened eyes taking in her bare body. "You should pay better attention to what you're doing..." Lana reprimanded playfully. Their eyes met and they both began laughing.
"I can't help myself around you..." Oliver shrugged, turning back to his pancake flipping. Once he was finished cooking, he topped the pancakes with syrup, strawberries and whipped cream. Now Lana's mouth was watering for more than one reason. He set a plate before her and sat next to her. Often the bespectacled man sat across from her. She figured his closeness had to do with the fact that he was itching to touch her.
The journalist was correct. Between bites, the esteemed doctor reached out to brush her shoulder, or run his finger teasingly between the valley of her breasts. Lana shook off her shyness, returning the light touches. The brunette trailed her nails lightly down Oliver's chest. She could feel the power that coursed through her as he shivered slightly at the touch. "Lana..." Thredson breathed. The writer sat up a bit to get a peek at his manhood. She blushed furiously at his turgid state and turned back to pick at her pancakes.
Oliver had noticed her checking him out and laughed at her embarrassment. "As I said, I cannot help myself around you." Lana said nothing, honestly surprised that he had become so easily aroused by her light touches. At the same time she never felt more in control. At least she could influence him just as easily as he could her. They finished their meal with quiet conversation and Lana moved automatically to clean the dishes.
The psychiatrist grabbed her wrist before she could get far. "Don't. We can take care of them tomorrow. I need you now..." Oliver mumbled, his voice heavy with lust as he pulled her into his arms. Round 2 already? Lana felt her body grow hot at the eagerness of her lover. She nodded numbly, letting herself be carried by Oliver into his bedroom. It was a profound idea to take her into his bedroom, Oliver decided. They have yet to make love properly, and he intended to give her the full experience.
Lana's heart was beating out of her chest as Oliver laid her down on his black silk sheets. She relished the exquisite feeling beneath her as she writhed against the material. The writer gasped as her lover pinned her wrists above her head and crawled on top of her. She could feel his girth pressing against her as he leaned in to ravage her full lips. Their tongues danced as Oliver's cock began thrusting between her folds, the tip hitting her clit over and over again.
She had been dripping wet from the moment Oliver suggested they eat in the nude. Add a stack of delicious pancakes on top of that and she had more than enough energy for what was about to take place. She moaned as Oliver broke their kiss, his teeth biting lightly on her lower lip as their lips parted. Her partner was unforgiving as he moved against her, her body already over stimulated from their last romp on the couch. It wasn't long before she was quaking underneath him, his thrusting against her clit becoming faster and faster. Oliver's voice was hoarse in her ear as he moved, his fingers lacing with her's as he sighed in time with his jerky movements.
Lana cried out, her nails curling into Oliver's hands hard enough to leave crescent shaped moons on the back of his skin. He grunted at the pain, yet relished it at the same time. He slowed his pace down when he saw Lana was about to reach her precipice, and laughed out loud at the disappointed expression that crossed her pretty face. How he loved to torture her in bed. She dug her nails into him even harder, hard enough to draw blood, and Oliver hissed through his teeth.
Lana knew her partner's sadistic ways and leaned in to start biting his neck. The pain made the doctor grind harder against her, his breathing harsh and ragged. With one particularly hard bite, Oliver stopped his movements, and then pulled back to thrust inside of her. "Oliver!" Lana cried his name, her head falling back against the pillow as he held completely still. He was buried deep inside her, their eyes locking on one another. Sweat had beaded on Oliver's brow as his hands tightened around hers. It took all of the doctor's self control not to plow into her.
The stillness of him inside of her was driving Lana Winters mad. He was pressed against where she needed him most, and her hips wriggled to find relief. With a grunt, Oliver began moving, setting a slow but steady pace. Lana was wetter than ever, making it easier for him to glide quickly within her. He didn't want to come too quickly. He had to slow it down.
The two of them danced a dance as old as time, the lovers sighing with each slow stroke. Oliver released Lana's hands and instead began squeezing her breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The sensation made her gasp and tilt her head back. The psychiatrist was looking down upon her, his eyes shining with both love and lust as he thrust languidly inside of her.
"Oliver! I need... I need..." Lana's statement stopped short as she squealed. Oliver had bent his head to suck on her nipple, his other hand still tweaking insistently on the other one. With one of his hands free now, he reached between their sweaty bodies to rub her clitoris. The brunette's mouth opened in a silent cry as Oliver doubled his efforts, panting on top of her as he picked up the pace.
"Oh I know what you need, baby." Oliver grunted through his teeth, his eyes trailing down her body. The doctor loved watching her twist beneath him. He would never tire of her body. "God, I love you so much, Lana." The dark haired man confessed, his eyes meeting her's once again. Lana reached her hands up to cup his face, her lips pulling into a small smile. "I love you too."
Hearing her say it twice made Oliver's heart flutter for the first time since he'd first seen her. God, how she had changed. Lana Winters was flying free when he'd first seen her at Kit Walker's sentencing. And now she was a caged bird. At the very least, she didn't seem miserable anymore. How could she be when she twisted under him, her brows pinched, her voice high pitched as her cries echoed throughout his bedroom?
Lana's hips began snapping insistently against his own, clearly demanding a faster pace. Determined, Oliver braced himself, his hands on either side of Lana's head as he began moving faster and harder inside her. He needed as much leverage as possible to pound into her the way he was now. The journalist and the doctor's eyes locked onto each other as they moaned in desperate pleasure. Ms. Winter's hands had made her way down to Oliver's buttocks, her hands groping the soft skin she found there.
The force of their love making was shaking the bed. It was so intense that Lana couldn't resist screaming, her toes curling as a white hot fire burned through her. She was so close, on the verge of a powerful orgasm. What sent her over the edge was Oliver's erotic words rasping into her ear. "Fuck yes, Lana. I'm gonna come. Unh God, I'm gonna come." Lana cried out his name in response as she came with him. She could feel his hot seed spurting inside of her as she clenched around him.
Oliver fell completely slack on top of Lana and took the breath right out her. At her weak gasp, he gathered the strength to roll over. The couple managed to catch their breath, before looking at each other and giggling like school children. "So... What should we do now?" The doctor asked coquettishly, turning on his side to fully face Lana.
"I am so dizzy..." The writer panted. She moved in closer to Oliver, cuddling against his sweat slicked body. "Can we rest for a little bit?" Who was he to argue that idea? He was exhausted. The doctor wrapped himself protectively around his lover's smaller body and nodded against her head. The two drifted off peacefully for once, not a single question bothering their tired minds.
