Chapter 19
Marcela
N erves and excitement trickle down my spine as my fingers fumble with my key as I try to jam it in the lock.
Theo settles his hands over mine, stilling them. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” His husky voice dances across my neck as his chest presses into my back.
I crane my head, looking up at him as I say, “No, I want to. And I need to… for my book.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, it feels cheap, as if I’m using him for my own benefit. I’m about to apologize when he interrupts me.
“Don’t even think about apologizing. There’s nothing wrong with taking what you want, and I’m more than willing to oblige.” He chuckles, the sound so warm that it calms me instantly.
My cheeks heat and I turn away from him, this time successfully unlocking the door. I push through and hold it open for him while saying a silent prayer that my apartment isn’t a mess. That would be embarrassing.
Not that Theo would care, but I would.
Ever since I can remember, my stepdad ingrained in me that a clean house resembles a good life, and we must always portray that we were living the good life.
Even though he’s the reason it felt like hell, more often than not. Although he’s never cleaned a day in his life, as we always had staff for that.
“Wow,” Theo murmurs, taking in my small living room and kitchen.
“It’s all I need, so it works.” I shrug, kicking off my shoes.
“It’s very you. I love it.” He smiles, taking in my mug collection, a mix of pinks, bows, and hearts, all sitting on a shelf next to my fridge.
I lead Theo down the small hallway to my room. Once we’re inside, I find myself staring at my queen-sized bed and pink comforter, realizing the weight of what we’re about to do.
Theo drops his bag on my mirror-top dresser, and immediately picks up the picture frame sitting there. His lips curve into a small smile, before his eyes are on me. “Is this your dad?”
“Yeah, it was taken shortly before he died,” I croak, the words burn my throat as they come out. I’ll never know him, and the reminder kills every time.
“They were a beautiful couple,” he remarks, placing it back where it was.
“That they were,” I reply softly.
Theo moves toward me and before I can overthink what happens next, Theo has me in his arms, his chin resting on my head.
“I’m so sorry, Celly.”
I melt into him and his scent of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies, which I learned is from the cologne he wears.
Whenever Theo pulls me into him like this, there’s a strange feeling in my chest that I’ve never had before. It’s a sense of security, of safety. Like I can be myself and trust that Theo will still be there and respect me.
He’s the friend I never knew I needed, and I’m so grateful we’re going to be able to do this without it ruining anything.
At least, I hope it happens that way.
His lips press against my forehead, and the gesture is so sweet, it melts my heart. But it’s not what we need. Sweet gestures will do no good for my head or heart.
I swallow down the fear telling me I’m not good at this, and just like I did at the party, I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him.
His lips are perfect, making kissing him an easy thing to do.
Theo’s hand cradles the back of my head as he takes charge of our kiss. His lips press against mine more insistently, and I respond, matching his movements as our mouths meld together.
His tongue prods at my lips, and I open willingly. I whimper when his tongue enters my mouth, tasting and taking. I tangle my tongue with his, drawing a deep groan from him that elicits a shot of warmth to my core.
I can feel my core heating up as my thighs begin to rub together, while our mouths continue to work against each other’s.
Theo tears his lips away from mine, allowing me to catch my breath as he trails kisses down my jaw and to my neck. A low moan leaves my lips as he finds the spot on my neck that drives me wild, making my core tighten.
“Lay back on your bed,” his voice is lower than I ever heard it before.
I follow his order, and my heart beats wildly with anticipation.
“Take off your leggings,” he orders, crossing his arms over his chest.
Slightly confused, I ask, “Don’t you want to do that?”
“Oh, I do.” He groans, his neck cords clenching. My eyes trail down to his chest that’s defined even through his long-sleeve shirt. I wish I could explore every muscle on his body, but he’s in charge right now.
My eyes move lower, and it’s then that I notice that massive bulge in his pants. His cock is hard and long, making his sweatpants stick out from his arousal. The sight makes my core heat up at the fact that I did this to him when we’ve only kissed.
Judging by the tension radiating off his body, he must be uncomfortable because … wow.
He’s huge .
“But this is about you right now. First lesson is learning how to make yourself come.”
“I don’t know how you could help with that,” I answer honestly. Shouldn’t he be the one to make me come?
He raises a brow at me. “Celly, have I ever failed you?”
“No.”
“Then trust me. Think you can be a good girl and do that?”
As soon as the praise settles over me, I’m putty. Willing to form and be whatever he wants me to be.
“Yes,” my voice is breathy as my hands skate down my body until I reach the waistband of my leggings. I lift my ass off the bed and wiggle them down and off my legs.
“Jesus,” he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes glued to my pink lace panties.
My heart skitters, slightly nervous but mostly excited. I hook my thumbs under the thin lace, slowly trailing them off my body.
Theo falls to his knees at the end of my bed, his eyes focused on my pussy, lips parted as he licks them. “So fucking pretty.”
“Theo,” I whimper, my body blazing with a need for him to touch me. “Take over, please.”
He complies, coming to hover over me and pressing a kiss to my lips. Pulling away, his breath mingles with mine. “Open up for me,” he says, his hand moving from beside my head to my thigh, giving it a squeeze.
I let my thighs fall apart as anticipation builds. I don’t know what he’s going to do, yet I trust that it’s going to make me feel good.
Then his hand begins to trail upwards, to the hem of my sweater. He moves a single finger on the sliver of skin between my pussy and sweater, back and forth. That single touch makes my toes curl.
“Take this off,” he orders, slightly pushing up the hem.
I lift my sweater over my head, throwing it to the side of my bed where my leggings are, and reach behind my back to unclasp my matching pink lace bra.
Theo’s eyes darken at the sight of me completely naked and he blows out a breath as I lay back down. “You are a fucking sight, Marcela. An absolute masterpiece.”
My cheeks heat at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“I can’t wait to taste every inch of you,” he says hungrily, his eyes roaming up and down my body like he can’t decide where to look.
A soft sigh escapes me at his words, my body begging for his attention.
“But first, you’re going to make yourself come. You okay with me using your hand to teach you how?”
I nod, and he smirks, that dimple of his present.
Theo lifts off me and moves to sit with his back against the headboard, motioning for me to come to him.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I sit up and face him.
“I want you to watch as you make yourself feel good.” He juts his chin, his eyes on something behind me. That something being the mirrored dresser.
My mouth pops open at the idea of watching us.
“Crawl over to me,” he instructs.
I do as he says until I’m between his legs, where I twist my body and lay back against his chest.
“Keep your eyes on us. If I’m going to teach you how to be a good girl for me, then you need to pay attention.”
Who is this man, with words that are sexier than anything I’ve read or heard before? Because every time he says something dirty, my entire body burns.
My eyes flit to the mirror, noting the stark contrast of my naked body against his fully clothed one. Somehow it makes this even hotter.
Theo moves my hair over one shoulder, peppering kisses along my neck that cause me to release tiny whimpers and moans. He grabs my left hand in his, and moves our hands up, over my stomach and up to my breast, squeezing it.
“So perfect,” he murmurs to himself, but his words fade away when he twists my nipples with both of our fingers, making my back arch off his chest.
He cranes his head, his warm breath hitting my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “Roll those pretty nipples for me.”
His hand lets go of mine, and I mimic what he just did, rolling my nipple with my fingers.
“That’s it. Make yourself feel good.”
Warmth spreads throughout my body as a stream of pleasure follows in its wake.
His hand goes back on top of mine, stilling my movements. “I could watch you do this all day, but I’m guessing you need relief, and the fastest way is to touch your pussy. You ready for me to show you how to do that?”
“Please,” I whimper, and I don’t think I’ve ever sounded more needy in my life. As if the need to come is a matter of life or death.
With Theo in charge, he leads our hands back down my stomach, over my hip, and down to my pussy. He puts two of his fingers over two of mine, and then pushes them further down until they reach the slickness between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re so nice and wet,” he groans, gliding our fingers up and down my pussy, coating them in my arousal.
The motion feels good, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I demand, every nerve in my body on edge.
With his pointer finger over mine, we move in unison as we part my pussy and touch my clit, making me nearly scream.
“This might feel sensitive at first, but it’s going to feel good. Trust me,” he murmurs into my ear, biting down on my lobe as he draws circles on my clit with our fingers.
He shows me different ways to touch my clit in circles, moving up and down, side to side and even pressing down on it. Each one makes my thighs shake as I get closer and closer to the edge.
Theo then released his fingers from the top of mine, and says, “Play with your clit. I want to see if you were good and paid attention.”
I gulp, not in fear but from determination. I want to do this, not just for myself, but I want to show him how good I can be.
I bring the tips of my two fingers to my clit, rubbing in a circular motion that makes my eyes flutter. I move my fingers up and down, increasing my speed as I climb higher and higher towards my peak. Not wanting our lesson to be over just yet, I switch tactics, rubbing my clit from side to side, seeing how good it feels to play with my body and see what it likes.
“God, this is so fucking hot. You’re incredible,” he praises, his eyes locked on me in the mirror, watching my every movement.
“More,” I pant, needing to feel full.
Theo places his hand back on top of mine at my knuckles, and this time when he pushes further down, he manages to get my fingers inside of me. I gasp at the intrusion, as my body tingles with pleasure.
Theo uses his hand to guide my fingers further into me, and I clench around them.
“I’m gonna show you how to fuck your fingers.” He tries his best to get the words out clearly, but I think he’s as affected as I am right now.
This is hot, there’s no denying it.
His hand wraps around my wrist, pulling my fingers back until the tips are at my center, and then he thrusts them back inside, over and over, faster and faster as my moans become louder and louder.
Watching it all happen in the mirror only adds to the erotic scene we’re creating.
It’s silent except for our heavy breathing and the sound of my fingers moving in and out of me, increasing the heat crawling over my body.
“Oh my God,” my words are breathy as the pleasure pools down in my core, making me teeter over an edge I’ve never experienced before.
He lets go of my wrist. “Now, show me how good you can fuck your fingers, pretty girl.”
Listen, Theo is already good looking, but with this filthy mouth of his? He’s what every girl dreams of.
I do as he says, moving my fingers in and out of me as he was, my eyes locked on the reaction my body has. I watch in fascination that I can make myself feel like this. Theo reaches for my free hand and brings it down to my pussy, resting right above my clit that Hunter never seemed to have cared to pay attention to.
“Touch yourself here at the same time,” he says roughly. Theo removes his hand and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Now be a good girl and make yourself come.”
My breath hitches as my fingers move faster inside of me, and my finger on my clit moves just as quickly, side to side. I moan and mewl as my movements become more urgent, desperate for the need to come and finally burst this tight bundle of pleasure sitting in my core.
“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job,” Theo encourages, brushing loose strands of my hair away from my face.
His words send me flying off the edge as I have an orgasm for the very first time. My entire body heats and sparks with pleasure as it flows over me in waves that never seem to want to end. My mind stills as euphoria fills my entire body, and my eyes close as I bask in the feeling I’ve never ever had before.
Once the high settles, and I regain awareness of where I am, my eyes settle back on the man behind me who looks … distraught.
“Theo, are you okay?” I ask, concerned as I crane my neck to look up at him.
He shakes his head. “No, I need to taste you. Desperately.”
In the heat of the moment, I find myself wanting that too.
“Please,” I plead, wanting to know how it feels.
His eyes are hooded as he stares at me. “Then get up here and sit on my face.”
My mouth opens, closes, and—
“Stop thinking,” he says as he scoots forward and lays his head back on my pillow. “And get that pussy on my tongue.”
I’m about to shift my body so that I can hold onto my headboard when Theo moves his finger back and forth.
“Nope, I want you to watch. Face that way. You’ll still be able to hold onto the board.”
I do exactly as he says, propping myself up onto my knees on either side of his chest and then I scoot myself backwards until I’m hovering over his face.
The image in the mirror is unlike anything I thought I’d ever see, making me like it that much more.
Theo grips my hips and pulls my pussy flush to his face, his tongue going right for my already sensitive clit.
“Oh my God, Theo,” I moan, gripping the headboard for dear life because not only is his tongue driving me insane, but so is the image in the mirror. Me straddling his face, his hands gripping my hips tightly as my breasts bounce with the roll of my hips as I begin to ride his tongue.
“You’re easily the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he manages to say as he lifts me for a second, then pulls me back down onto his face.
His tongue dives back onto my pussy, licking up and down my slit. Theo eats me like I’m his last meal. It’s passionate, and real. He’s not doing it because it’s a chore. He’s eating me with pleasure for himself.
His tongue circles my entrance, then prods it rapidly. My thighs shake uncontrollably as I rock against his face while I whimper and moan. Theo moves his tongue back up my slit, his lips suctioning on my clit.
“Theo,” I moan, not having any sense of where I am, as my body begins to heat up once more and that tight bundle of pressure returns.
He lifts me up slightly. “Yes, pretty girl?” His voice is hoarse with lust as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.
“I think it’s too much,” I breathe.
“You can take it,” he encourages.
“If you don’t want to finish or—”
If Hunter was disgusted by it, there’s no way Theo’s actually enjoying it this much, right?
Theo squeezes my ass, then kneads it with his hands, unable to keep his hands off me.
“Oh, I’m finishing and so are you. Fuck, if you were my girl, I’d have my head between your thighs any chance I got.”
Guilt momentarily punches my stomach when I’m reminded that this is all fake, but I ignore it because this feels too good, and Theo agreed to this. He’s not doing it against his will.
“I think we can add that to our rules.” I smile, biting my bottom lip.
“Yeah?” he grins, his voice low and sexy as it skates over my pussy. “You want my mouth on this pretty pussy of yours?”
“Please,” I beg.
Theo reaches for my hand, intertwining it with his as he rests it on top of my thigh.
“Then stay like that and keep your eyes on us.”
His tongue returns to my clit, flicking it rapidly up and down, making my eyes close as the pressure begins to build once again.
“I’m so close again,” I tell him, breathless.
My body naturally begins to grind against his tongue, creating a delicious friction that has my entire body on fire. My core coils tightly and I’m sent off the edge once again as another orgasm washes over me.
I can’t help it now. My body falls forward, my elbows on his thighs as he continues to devour me during my high. He sends my body into overdrive as I convulse and moan his name over and over again, until my body finally calms and he removes his mouth from my pussy.
My body rolls off him and to the side, and as I lay there catching my breath, I’m vaguely aware of the sound of running water in the distance. Moments later, Theo presses a warm washcloth between my legs, cleaning me up.
“Thank you,” I murmur as anxiety begins to unfold. Does he feel differently now that we hooked up? Will he not be able to fake date me anymore? Will he want more? Will he be disgusted with me? Will this actually help me, or did I just ruin our friendship?
“Get out of your head,” Theo says, reaching for my hand and helping me up.
“Sorry,” I tuck my hair behind my ear, feeling shy with the heat of the moment gone.
“Don’t be,” he reassures me with his wide smile. “Everything’s the same. Except now I get to taste you whenever I want. For book research purposes, of course, because every time can be a new experience to give you inspiration.”
“Yes, exactly. For the book.” I nod, trying to convince myself and him. “And maybe other stuff too? I can’t only write about what we just did.”
Theo’s face scrunches. “Pfffft, why not?”
“Because there’s more things.”
“Alright, whatever you need.” His hand wraps around my wrist, giving it a squeeze.
“Speaking of comfort, are you okay?” I gesture toward his erection trying to poke a hole through his sweatpants
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? Because I’d love for you to let me help with that. Hunter never did, because he said I sucked at it.” My eyes trail downwards, unable to look at him.
His fingers grip my chin and gently force my gaze back up to his.
“Fuck. Him,” he growls, jaw clenched. “If you want to suck my cock, you’re more than welcome to.”