Catch Me (The RLU #5)

Chapter 23

Theo

M arcela has been driving me insane all goddamn day.

Those tight jeans she has on are molding her curves perfectly, paired with the pink cowboy boots that are making my cowgirl fantasies come to life.

But seeing how easily she fit in with my family and how much they liked her, made me like her even more.

I know I’m playing with fire, but we’re too far in to stop now.

Marcela turns the key in the ignition, roaring the truck to life. “What now?” Her voice is thick with desire. Knowing it’s all for me turns me on even more.

“Make a left out of the driveway.” I scoot over to the middle seat to sit next to her. We should be taking a right to make our way back to the freeway, but I want to have a little fun first.

Marcela makes the turn and begins heading down the empty road with her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. She’s just as on edge as I am.

“Drive slow and focus, okay?” I say as my hand grips her thigh and slowly trails upward. My lips move across her neck, making her moan softly as my hand reaches the button on her jeans.

“What are you doing?” she asks breathily, her eyes focused on the road.

“Teaching you what it feels like when I can’t stand not touching you for another second.” My jaw clenches as my dick hardens in my jeans, painfully aware of how much I want her. “That okay?”

“Yes,” her voice is thick with lust.

“Then keep your eyes on the road like a good girl while I make you feel good,” I order, grazing the skin below her ear with my teeth, before peppering her neck with kisses.

She squirms, and I take that as my signal to undo the button on her jeans and pull her zipper down.

Fuck. Me.

I look down to see that her satin pink panties are soaked. It makes me want to put my tongue all over her pussy, but we can’t quite do that right now.

My hand makes its way to her pussy, cupping it over her panties as I rub my fingers up and down her slit.

“God, Celly,” I whistle lowly. “You’re soaking me through your panties.”

She doesn’t say anything, only moans as my thumb begins to press circles against the fabric right where her clit is.

“Theo, I can’t—”

“What’s that?” I hum, pressing a kiss to her jaw as I move her panties to the side. My thumb continues to work her clit and my two fingers move up and down her slit.

“How am I supposed to drive?” She stumbles her way through the words as I continue my ministrations.

“You can do it. And you’re doing such a good job soaking my hand, but I need you to come all over it now,” I order her, my voice almost unrecognizable.

My thumb circles her clit and my fingers on her slit rub her harder as I suck on her neck.

“This pussy has been driving me wild since I tasted it, you know that? Can’t get it or you off my mind,” I grunt as I palm my cock over my jeans, feeling myself on the verge of coming too.

“Theo,” she moans my name, and it’s music to my fucking ears as she finally comes, her thighs squeezing my hand as she pants wildly. It sets off my own orgasm, my moans ragged as I rub out each ounce of her pleasure I can.

I plant soft kisses all over her face as she comes down from the high. Once she releases me, I remove my fingers from her pussy and put them right to my mouth as I suck her arousal off.

“I—I—” she pants. “Have no words.”

I grin cockily. “I made the author speechless. Go me.”

She chuckles and it makes my entire body light up. It’s easily the second-best sound—the first being hearing my name out of her lips when she comes.

“That was quite the lesson,” her voice is airy and light. “Do we have time for a repeat?”

She wants more?

Although surprised by her request, I say, “If I ever say no to that question, call for help, because there’s something seriously wrong with me.”

Her laugh is quickly transformed into a low whimper when my thumb returns to her clit. By the time we make it back to her apartment, she’s had four orgasms, each one better than the last.

Marcela moves to zip up her jeans, when I put my hand over hers to stop her. “Do you remember agreeing to me putting my tongue on your pretty pussy whenever I wanted?” I lick my lips, eager to taste her.

“Yes,” her lips part. “You want to do it here? What if we get caught?”

“There’s no one around. It’s late and cold outside. Plus, we’re facing the trees, so no one will be coming this way. But if you’re not comfortable, I get it.”

Her eyes dart between mine and then my lips. “Lesson three could be doing things in public?”

Fuck. Yeah.

I answer her with a kiss and she opens for me instantly. Her lips are soft yet fierce against mine, kissing me with the same fervor.

I push her down on the seat and we make out for what feels like forever. My body is on top of hers as we grind against one another. I pull back, my lips brushing hers, and my hips give a shallow thrust upward.

“I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock one day,” I groan.

Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and then she’s biting her lip. “Me too.”

I know she asked for help to feel more comfortable being intimate, but I honestly wasn’t sure what it included. I’ll be sure to have a conversation with her when we’re both not pent-up with lust.

My lips dive back onto hers, kissing her for a beat before making my way down her jaw, to her neck and her cleavage.

I’d love to play with her nipples with my tongue, but I’m starving. I help her out of her jeans and make my way between her thighs, feeling cramped in this position, but I’d do just about anything to get a taste of her right now.

My nose notches against her pussy, inhaling deeply. “I love the way you smell.”

Her fingers dive into my hair, tugging and I press a kiss to her inner thigh.

“I’ve got you, Celly,” I tell her as I drag her panties off. And then I dive into her pussy, not wasting any more time. I lay my tongue flat against her and her body twitches at the contact. Her hands tighten in my hair, urging me on.

I lap at her clit, alternating from a light amount of pressure to hard, then I circle it with my tongue. Marcela moans, making me grip her thighs tightly as I devour her. There’s nothing better than this. She’s feeling good and moaning because of me, my tongue on her pussy, lapping up her sweet taste.

“Mmm,” I hum, catching my breath for a second. “Such a good pussy,” I mumble against her.

“Oh my gosh, Theo,” she whimpers, her hips driving up and seeking my tongue.

I lay my tongue flat again, licking her up and down, then return to her clit where I give her hard flicks.

I feel Marcela tense underneath me, and I know she’s close and it pushes me to go harder. I suction my lips around her clit, sucking hard as she screams my name and her hands yank on my hair.

“That’s it, Celly. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good,” I say, my voice husky and low.

Her thighs begin to shake around me as I continue to flick her clit rapidly with my tongue, her moans getting louder and louder. Knowing my quiet girl is losing it for me—and quite loudly—is a huge fucking turn on.

That’s why when she comes on my tongue, her moans unrestrained as her thighs clamp around my head, I find myself unable to stop from coming in my pants for the second time tonight.

I continue lapping at her through both of our orgasms, making her shiver and twitch beneath me, until she’s finally calmed down.

“Five orgasms in one night,” she pants heavily. “I never thought it was possible.”

“Always expect the unexpected with me,” I wink, wiping her arousal from my face.

“You really do enjoy doing that, don’t you?” She looks at me as if I’ve grown five heads.

“Why wouldn’t I? I like your pussy,” I say nonchalantly.

Marcela covers her face with her hands. “God, where do you come up with that stuff?”

I laugh at that as I hand her panties back to her. “I just say the truth and what I’m thinking out loud.”

Marcela plops back down on the seat, rolling her jeans up her legs as she contemplates what to say. A small, shy smile plays on her lips as she tilts her head to the side. “You’re something, Theo Miller.”

“Just when it comes to you.”

“On a serious note,” I clear my throat, drawing her eyes back to me. “Thank you for coming with me today.”

“Theo, you don’t need to thank me. I was more than happy to be there. Your family is great,” she says wistfully as her eyes take on a faraway look.

“That’s because my dad wasn’t there,” I mutter quietly. Not wanting to talk about it further, I open my door. “Alright, time for bed. I have an early workout tomorrow.”

Marcela’s brows pinch in a puzzled look. “It’s Thanksgiving weekend.”

I sigh. “My personal trainer, Rob, doesn’t take holidays off when my dad is paying him an insane amount of money.”

“Okay, but you deserve a break.”

“Oh, believe me. I know I do, but it’s not worth the argument.”

Her face falls as pity takes over.

“No, don’t do that.” I shake my head.

“I know you don’t like talking about it, but maybe you should. Maybe it’ll help you figure out what to do,” she suggests, her voice gentle.

“There’s nothing to do,” I glance away from her, staring into the darkness of the sky.

“Everyone has a choice.”

“I get that. I really do. But do you know how hard it is to make that choice? How upset my dad would be if I walked away from this? How hard he’s worked his entire life to get me here? I can’t do that to him.”

“So instead, you work yourself to the bone?” she counters, sounding rather protective. Part of me wants to dive more into defensive mode. On the other hand, she’s right even though I don’t want to admit it.

“It’s comfortable, being the guy who doesn’t upset anyone. I know my role,” I pause, pressing my lips together. “I don’t know who I am or what I’d even do if I wasn’t that person.”

Marcela inhales sharply, drawing my gaze back to her. “Theo,” her voice cracks.

“Celly, it’s okay. I’ll go to the NFL for a few years, make my dad happy, and then retire once I get injured or something.”

Before I know it, Marcela shifts so she’s straddling me. She places her hand on my cheek as she rubs a soothing circle there. “I know exactly who you are, Theo.”

“Yeah, who’s that?” I ask, desperate to know how she sees me.

“You’re the guy who makes everyone’s life brighter. You make sure everyone is included and having fun. You’re a great friend, and even though you’re the life of the party, you have a serious and deep side that you don’t show everyone. And it’s okay. No one has to be the fun one all the time,” she says softly, her eyes never once leaving mine.

“You love your family fiercely. You’re a great uncle, brother, and son. And I think where you’re meant to be might just be where you started. I saw you come alive in a way I’ve never seen before at the farm. I’ve never seen you so happy.”

I swallow harshly, trying to push down the emotions that want to break free. My hands find her hips and I pull her closer to me. Marcela lays her head on my chest, right over my heart as I hug her tightly.

For once, I am at a loss for words as I try to process what she just said. I know my friends and family love me, but damn. I’ve never had someone say things with such honesty and sincerity.

It only makes me love her more, despite knowing better.

Saying it in my mind sends a chill down my spine, because I know there’s no way to undo how she makes me feel, and that’s eventually going to change things between us.

Either for better or for worse.

Switching my thoughts, I reflect on what she said about the farm. Everything has always felt lighter when I’m there. The anxious pit in my stomach is absent and my mind always seems clear and free there.

It’s the only place I feel like I’m at peace, other than when I’m with Marcela.

It’s easy and makes me feel carefree.

The complete opposite of football.

If I were to quit football just to end up exactly where my dad did, he’d probably lose his mind.

But the difference between us? He didn’t have a choice back then, but I do.

And I want that life. Simplicity and slower days. Not grueling workouts nor flying across the country multiple times in a month.

I want to take care of the place my mother loved the most.

I want to do all of that and spend my days with the love of my life by my side.