Love Addict's RPG Ch. 42

This one has a graphic but don't expect the ones I post to patreon to have all the ones that'll be in the final copy. I'm just saving time since I already have the affection one.

43 in a bit, hopefully.

Anyway, this is the first lewd scene I've gotten to do in so fucking long. Glad to get back to it. We'll have one more before vol 1 is done but still no actual sex. Haven't made up my mind as to what it'll be, though.

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Mia lay atop Oliver's body, the two of them wrapped in each other's arms as they kissed with increasingly less restraint. The two lovers had all the time in the world but acted as if they didn't. Every second was spent in a lurid frenzy, their hands tracing each other's bodies and groping blindly.

Oliver had no idea what he was doing but was doing it his hardest. His only solace was that Mia wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was ramping things up even faster than he was.

It was Mia who first opened their mouth wider and brought their tongue into play, slipping it between his lips and licking his own. The sudden sensation nearly made him gasp out loud. The wet, warm muscle tasted inside his mouth, teasing and daring him to push beyond his limits to give back what he was getting.

This was the chance of a lifetime. Oliver didn't want to fall behind Mia in any way as they expressed their desires, so it wasn't long until he returned the favor. His tongue shot into his girlfriend's mouth the moment he dared to push forward.

Mia moaned into their kiss, positively delighted at his forwardness. Sensing a chance to take things even further, Oliver's questing hands gripped the sides of her cheeks, and he held her in place firmly while trying his best not to make a fool of himself. Oliver really wished he'd spent some time researching kissing techniques before going on their date, and he would've if only he'd known things would turn out like this.

He made up for his inexperience by trying absolutely everything. He sucked on Mia's tongue, licked it, swirled them together, brushed against the roof of her mouth, swiped at her cheeks, took her lips between his and nipped, and so much more. Oliver put into practice every last thing regarding kissing he'd ever encountered throughout his many years of playing dating sims.

As for where that got him, it wasn't nowhere.

Mia kept getting noisier as they kissed. She adored it when he grabbed her face like that, showing it in a way Oliver was nowhere near ready for. He felt her hips bearing down on him, positioned directly above his groin. His cock was painfully hard by now, already straining against his tight black jeans in a way far from comfortable. Mia didn't weigh very much, but the pressure she applied down there brought about a mix of pleasure and pain he'd never known before.

Naturally, the pleasure was far more noticeable than the pain.

He broke their kiss long enough to moan her name and gaze into her eyes. "Mia..."

The girl staring back at him was difficult to recognize. Mia's jaw fell slack, a mix of their drool trickling down her lips and onto her chin as she panted like a beast. Behind her foggy glasses were teary eyes begging for further attention, doing all they could to call out to him without saying a word. Everything about her screamed to Oliver that she needed more and more and more.

"Mi amor..." Mia whispered between heavy breaths. "Soy tan cálida..."

Oliver moaned as she purposely pushed her hips down on him. He didn't know what she was saying, but, fuck, if her random Spanish interjections weren't the sexiest thing ever right now. If that wasn't enough, Mia wore a skirt while rubbing against him. The only thing separating him from her panties was his unfortunately thick jeans, the thought of which drove him mad with frustration and desire.

"Estoy tan jodidamente cálida que duele!" Mia outright whined, mashing her hips down on his cock so hard that he could've sworn he felt the split between her lower lips.

Oliver could hardly breathe, overstimulated as he was. He grabbed Mia's hips, hoping to slow her down. It worked to a degree, though there was more force behind her petite body than he thought possible. "Mia, I can't understand you..." he panted. "Slow down for a second, please!"

A dash of reason returned to Mia's eyes. Placing her hands on Oliver's pecs and using them to prop herself up, she looked down at him from above. Her face was still a mess, one so beautiful he couldn't look away. He noticed a shade of reservation beneath the raw display of passion.

"Ollie... s-sorry... I, mn... I need to talk to you about something..." Mia continued grinding against his erection with every word. It was a struggle for her to remain focused on anything other than the heat she felt spreading between her legs.

Sucking in air through his teeth, Oliver replied, "Is now really the time?"

"Kind of," she whimpered. "I'd say it's... mn, it's pretty relevant to the immediate situation..."

It didn't take a genius to figure out Mia was having trouble controlling herself. Oliver decided to help her out. Using all of his strength, he held her hips in place and stopped his girlfriend's gyrations. It wasn't an easy choice to make, not when he was feeling more sexual joy than he had ever known in his short life, but it was the right one.

"Everything good?" Oliver asked in a low and gentle voice, trying to establish that he was sympathetic and patient.

"Too good... I didn't want to say anything until now because it might've given you the wrong idea, but... I... um... get really heated up when it comes to sex..." Mia frowned and struggled to maintain eye contact. She looked so vulnerable like this, so meek despite how vigorously she was just dry-humping him. "I mean, not that I've ever had sex, it's just... ah, fuck, I don't even know where to begin..."

"Hey," Oliver sat halfway up to caress Mia's cheek, guiding her eyes to his. "You don't need to dance around and try to phrase it nicely. Just say what you need to say, and we'll deal with it together, okay?"

Comforted by his touch and reassuring words, Mia took a deep breath, smiled softly, and continued speaking. "...Remember when you first told me you sometimes struggle with compulsions, mi amor?"

"Yeah. Pretty sure you said you knew a thing or two about them at the time."

"Might've been selling it short..." Mia raised her right hand, rubbing at the wrist with her left. "Always had this special problem, you see. When I'm turned on, I... have trouble holding back. I get into it, Ollie. Really into it. Like... 'can't stop until I've had my fun a couple times over' levels of into it."

"Oh. Shit, that sucks." Oliver said.

This was a serious moment. Oliver knew he had to be patient and respectful with his girlfriend, as this was clearly a source of concern for her, but that was a lot easier said than done when she was telling him the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.

"Sometimes it's so bad that I can't physically stop myself until I pass out..."

"I... wow..."

At this point, Oliver had no words. Every shred of willpower and intelligence he had was devoted to repressing the titanic erection in his pants from pulsating against Mia like the monster that it was. If it got any worse, he considered digging his nails into his palms just to stay grounded.

"Chill..." Mia laughed awkwardly. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you're a dude. Can't hide your 'thoughts' from me when they're trying to explode out of your jeans."

Oliver exhaled, embarrassed. "My body is honest, but that doesn't mean I can't be respectful."

Mia bit down on her lower lip. She looked like she was going to lose it and come down there to start kissing him again, but she managed to hold it off. "It means the world to me that you're treating this seriously. Really. I just... don't know where to go from here, mi amor..."

That was okay. Oliver wasn't in a hurry to jump right off the deep end, excited as he was. He thought they would just lay around making out for a while, which was already more than enough to make him happy for a lifetime and then some.

Summoning his courage, Oliver sat up fully and wrapped his arms around Mia's waist. He then ran his hand down her back, leaned in, and gave her a chaste kiss that didn't linger. Mia stared at him in awe as their lips separated, waiting for whatever came next.

"I'm happy with wherever we go from here, Mia. How about we just talk this through and you tell me what you want, huh? Would that be okay?"

Mia blushed even redder, nodding. Her hands ran across his chest toward his shoulders, beginning to massage them to keep herself from getting idle. "...What my heart and body want are two separate things. Don't think I need to explain what my body's after, but my heart doesn't want to rush into anything."

"If you don't want to do anything else, then we can stop for today. Really, I won't be upset."

"No," Mia blurted out in a sudden panic. "No, no, no! I want to do more, I just... agh, how do I say this...?"

"How about slowly?"

"Mn..." she bit her lip again and nodded in acknowledgment. "Okay. Here it is. I want to keep kissing you, Ollie, to keep on making out with you. To grind against you. Hard. The problem's that I'm not emotionally ready for anything past that, but if we keep going, I'm definitely gonna get out of hand..."

Oliver closed his eyes and inhaled. Knowing she didn't care, he didn't bother trying to hide how excited the prospect of fooling around more with her made him. He shifted his hips slightly so that his erection was more comfortable before telling her, "If you want to keep messing around together, we can. All I need to know is if you trust me enough to stop you and not do anything stupid."

"God, I'm so fucked in the head that part of me gets all tingly thinking about you doing 'something stupid'..." Mia sighed and hung her head, their foreheads pressing against each other.

"...Probably the worst time in the world for mixed messages, Mia."

"I know, I know, fuck... I'm almost offended you think I wouldn't trust you, but I know you don't mean it like that... look, I... I just... it won't upset you if we don't go any farther than kissing and dry humping, will it?"

"Are you seriously worried about upsetting me at a time like this?"

"Of course I am, estúpido!" Mia frowned and bopped her fist against his chest. "Why the hell wouldn't I be? You mean so damn much to me, Ollie, and I'm gonna feel like shit if I get your hopes up, and then you have to-"

"Stop talking."

"...Huh?"

"Seriously. Shush."

Uncertain of where this was coming from, Mia closed her mouth and followed his command, giving Oliver a slight nod to show she understood. Her eyes widened like a deer in headlights, watching curiously for what he would do next.

She was all in for the bold, commanding new direction Oliver was taking things in. A single notification removed any shred of doubt he might’ve had.

This was the way to go.

Mia was floundering, pulled in a hundred different directions over what she wanted, and overly concerned with letting him down even though she couldn't. In their brief relationship thus far, Mia had always pulled Oliver out of it when he got trapped in his head like that. Now, it was his turn.

Playing on the knowledge that Mia liked aggressive, confident men, Oliver thought she might respond well if he took hold of the situation and told her in no uncertain terms what was about to happen.

"Are you ready to settle down and listen to me?"

Mia looked at him strangely, muttering, "...Ollie?"

"Shh. You don't have to say anything. Just nod your head if you'll be a good girl for me." Oliver couldn't believe he had just said that as casually as he did, but he did, and this was no place to stop.

A couple of seconds passed in utter silence. Mia's mouth parted, eyes widening somehow even further. Before too long, she was nodding sheepishly.

"Good. Here's what we're going to do, Mia. I'm going to lay back down again, and we'll pick up exactly where we left off. The only difference is that I'll set some ground rules beforehand this time. Nod again if you're with me so far."

Mia gulped and then nodded, this time far from sheepishly.

"Okay. Let's keep this simple. To make sure you don't get carried away, only three things are allowed. Kissing, dry humping, and groping so long as it's limited to non-sensitive areas only."

There wasn't an immediate nod that time, as Mia had a question. She expressed it with a whisper and in a strangely respectful tone. "...Non-sensitive areas?"

"You'd only get even crazier if I let you put your hand on my crotch, right?" Another nod.

"And it probably wouldn't go well if I grabbed your tits or went anywhere near your panties, I assume?" Another, sadder nod.

"Thought so. Thus, non-sensitive areas only."

Mia looked like something was on her mind in response to that, so Oliver commanded, "Speak."

Mia slowly opened her mouth, Oliver now noticing how badly she was quivering. It must've been a struggle to use her words when she was so profoundly excited. Knowing what he was doing to her, he gulped, trying to remain in control and keep up his uncharacteristic dominant streak.

"...Asses?" She whispered.

"Louder, Mia."

"Asses," Mia repeated. "Do asses count as a sensitive area...?"

"Can I trust you not to go crazy if I grope your ass?" Mia was silent as she debated this, ultimately shaking her head no.

"And how about if I let you grope mine?" She really struggled with that one. Her lust begged her to lie, but as Oliver was continually discovering, Mia was the sort of girl who aimed to please. She shook her head in defeat, knowing she couldn't handle ass privileges in her sorry state.

"Well, then. There you have it."

Oliver was astounded by how all of this was playing out. He thought that taking the reins might calm her down, but this... was beyond the realm of his expectations. Mia was usually so sassy, sarcastic, and even fierce at times. None of those qualities were present. What remained was a blatantly subservient and suggestible girl who probably would've done anything he told her to. It was starting to make a lot of sense why she liked Giga Chad Isekai as much as she did...

There was a time not too long ago when Oliver would've traded anything to have as much power over a girl as he did over Mia. To have someone hanging on his words and a slave to his commands. While a touch of these old fantasies still haunted his memory, none of their shades were present when it came to Mia. All he wanted was to share an unforgettable experience with the girl he had grown so crazy about.

None of this came easy to Oliver, but he couldn't afford to drop the persona when it was so effective. He would need some practice if he wanted to keep this up, and there was no better time than the present to start.

"Any other questions before I lay back down and we try this over again?"

"One," Mia admitted shyly. "Where, um... where is this coming from, Ollie?"

"Why? Do you like it?"

"Yes, I do... very, very much..." she cooed, sounding like she'd been whisked away into a world of fantasy and dreams.

"Come on over here, then," Oliver reclined back, resting his head on her pillows.

Hooking his index finger underneath her choker, Oliver gently yanked her neck forward and said, "Let's have some fun, Mia."

Pulling her choker was like tugging a chainsaw's cord, and Mia pounced on him like an ocelot not even seconds after revving her up.

The hot and heavy action resumed so fast that it was like they never even stopped. This was helped significantly by the fact that Mia was now even more aroused than when they'd started, owing to Oliver's sudden development of a spine and subsequent show of dominance. He was almost worried he wouldn't be able to stop her from going overboard if she actually tried something, which inevitably, she did.

As they kissed and ground their lower halves together, Mia repeatedly made a pass for Oliver's ass. When she tried to loop her hands around his sides to get at the small of his back, he grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her before it was too late. She whined into their kiss, making him worry that he'd used too much strength. After the initial attempt, he was able to stop her without as much force and avoided hurting her wrist.

Oliver wasn't strong, as his current strength stat attested to, but Mia was significantly weaker. He could physically overpower her without any trouble at all, the knowledge of this making hot blood burn even hotter. Whenever Mia pushed against him, he thrust straight back up. As their tongues danced and traded their sweet juices, his mind was consumed with the tantalizing thought of his willpower being the only thing stopping their escalation.

It would be the easiest thing in the world to flip her over, pin her down, and lift her little skirt, wouldn't it...? Yes, it would, but Oliver would never betray Mia's trust like that. That he could if he wanted to, however... such a thought was liable to make a lesser man go mad.

The constant grinding against his erection sped up faster, coinciding with Mia pulling away from their kiss long enough to string together a rambling stream of Spanish sentences of which Oliver only understood a few words here and there. There wasn't even time to ask for a translation, as the second she stopped, Mia had already dived back down and shoved her tongue halfway down his throat, probing ever deeper.

Oliver's current situation was an odd one.

Though he was still technically dominating Mia, controlling the scenario while keeping her in line, it didn't explicitly feel like it. It was more like he was a passive participant being taken for a roller coaster ride, or perhaps an animal handler dealing with a frenzied beast. You certainly wouldn't catch him complaining, far from it, but Oliver hoped that he'd get to play a more active role in the future.

He realized he might have to go poking around his skill tree later for ways to keep up with Mia. Oliver had the distinct feeling that Physical Conditioning Lv. 1 was paying off in spades right now, as he probably couldn't keep grinding, kissing, and fending off Mia's attempts to break the rules for this long without wearing himself out. It made him appreciate his purchase and excited to make more, especially with the big lump of LP he'd yet to spend.

Oliver couldn't think about skills for long as Mia started howling into their kiss. Her rhythmic hips swayed and rocked along with his every motion, new sensations exciting Oliver all the way down to his core the moment he became aware of them. Warmth and wetness. Mia was so feverishly aroused that Oliver could only assume her panties were sopping to the point it started to bleed through his jeans and even his boxers.

He broke their kiss, his neck craning backward and digging into the pillows. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck...!" Oliver rasped. "I... I can't keep this up! Any second now, Mia, I'm-"

"Do it," Mia mashed her weight against his aching cock, splitting her lower lips against him and giving him a frustrating massage through the inconvenient layers of his clothing. "Por favor- please- mi amor...! I want to see it! Oh, please. I need to see what my man looks like when I make him feel so very, very good...!!"

"Ahhh...!" Oliver didn't want to give up so easily, but he could only stave off the inevitable for so much longer. This was the first act of sexual intimacy he'd ever shared with someone else, and his inexperience threatened to betray him. However...

As a man, he couldn't live with himself if Mia didn't at least get off simultaneously with him.

"Not yet," Oliver gritted his teeth and sucked in air. Clenching his balls with all his power, he slammed against Mia's wet panties with all the force of a battering ram. "Not until you cum, too...!"

"Ah! Yes, yesss...!!" Mia's sleepy voice cascaded into the cutest whine he ever heard. He didn't know she could get so high-pitched, but God, was it arousing. She was both an unbridled beast and a delicate goddess at any given moment.

"More of that! Sí, that right there! Más! Más!!"

Until now, Oliver had just been grinding away randomly. That was a forgivable offense since he had no experience to speak of. Mia's reaction right now, however, alerted him that he'd just hit the jackpot. His forceful upward thrust had probably pressed straight against her clit, if he had to guess.

Damn it, why didn't I take my jeans off before this...? He cursed internally, wishing he could've but knowing Mia definitely couldn't have handled that sort of temptation. It would've made his current offensive maneuver easier if he didn't have to feel his way past his jeans. Still, Mia responded positively to his wild attempts at strategically slamming that precious pearl hidden behind her panties.

"Ollie...!!" Mia cried, face lowering closer to his own as her crooked glasses drooped down her little nose. "Mi amor, I'm-"

Oliver knew where this was heading. He managed to reach the bare minimum it'd take to satisfy his pride, and Mia was about to reach her climax. It was time to bring them home.

He placed his hand on the base of her head and pushed her down, forcing them into their deepest kiss yet. It lasted only a few seconds before both of their times were up. Mia arched her back, opened her mouth where a long strand of saliva still connected their lips, screamed incoherently, and gave in.

"Ah! Ahhh! AHHHH!"

Mia came. Every inch of her body convulsed and shook like she'd been struck by lightning. The warm wetness Oliver felt trickling through his pants onto his shaft became a lot more noticeable as love juices spilled out of her and onto his lap, soaking his erection.

The wet fabric wasn't the most pleasant situation in the world, but things didn't have to be pleasant for them to be hot. You might even say the opposite was true. Knowing Mia had just low-key squirted on him would've been sexy enough to finish him off in normal circumstances, let alone when he was already about to blow.

"MIA!"

Oliver slammed his girlfriend's hips down on his cock with all he had and lost himself. The world around him went white; all he could see were stars. That and the most beautiful girl imaginable staring down at him with a lustful and clouded expression. She was making good on her word. Despite her own continual pleasure, Mia absolutely refused to break eye contact for even a second as he came in his pants.

He didn't have to see the action to know this was undoubtedly the biggest load he'd ever blown. It had to have been five or six ropes, at least, and they were evenly drawn out, too. This orgasm lasted longer than the payoff of any edging session he'd put himself through, making Oliver question how the hell real 'sex' could possibly be this much better than using his hand. He wasn't stupid; it was obviously going to feel better, sure, but he never dreamed it would be enough to completely overwrite every solo experience in his entire life up to that point.

And to think this was only the beginning of the rest of his pleasurable life with Mia...