"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 cock against my belly.

"Olly?"

"Yeah, Shan."

"I know it's wrong. But I really, really want you to fuck me."

"I'm not going to fuck 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...