"You're incredibly hot," I said after a moment, feeling strangely lightheaded.
Olly shook his head. "No, that's you. I'm just a good-looking guy."
I stood up, and walked to him. I swung my arms up around his neck, and pulled myself against him, letting out a shivery moan as I felt his chest against my breasts and his c**k against my belly.
"Olly?"
"Yeah, Shan."
"I know it's wrong. But I really, really want you to f**k me."
"I'm not going to f**k you."
"Please, Olly."
"No."
"Olly... do you need me to beg for you? Because if that's what you need I'll do it. I will do anything you want. I'll let you do anything you want to me. Just f**k me. Please, Olly. Please. Please."
"Shannon. Stop it. I'm not going to f**k you."
I stared into his eyes, feeling the flush of shame and rejection
