Catch Me (The RLU #5)

Chapter 27

Theo

I plop down into the desk chair in Marcela’s room, spinning slowly in a circle as my mind runs through tonight’s events.

Marcela going out with me, without the pretense of faking it for someone else, was huge. At least in my mind it is. Because it has to mean something, right?

What other reason would she go on a date with me if she didn’t like me back?

And then the almost-kiss in the elevator? I’m not going to lie, it stung a bit when she didn’t immediately lean in and kiss me, but I also know my girl better than anyone. I know that she needs time to process things, and think before she acts. It’s not like her to be impulsive. If she wants to kiss me without an audience, it’ll be on her own accord.

The chair stops spinning, placing me right in front of her laptop screen which is open to a word document.

She must not have a sleep mode activated, and forgot to close it before her shift today.

I know I shouldn’t read her work without asking, but I can’t help myself. Plus if I’m helping her with inspiration, I should be okay to read it, right?

The scene isn’t finished, so I scroll up to the beginning of the chapter and my eyes widen when I read the first line.

“ Can I put my tongue on this pretty pussy?” Dom rasps from between my legs.

Holy shit. I continue to read on about Dom going down on Marissa, and right away I notice how much it sounds like what happened between us.

My chest puffs with pride knowing I was able to help her write about sex in a way that she feels good about. She seems to have gotten through her writer’s block, and she’s a damn good writer from what I can see.

I read up until Dom’s hovering above her, nearly about to insert himself, when the scene stops.

Huh.

I wonder if that’s because she had to go, or … does she need more inspiration, since we haven’t had sex yet?

“Sorry, I forgot to grab clothes. I ran right into the bathroom to shower,” Marcela says, sounding flustered as she enters the room.

My eyes instantly dart to her, wearing nothing but a towel that’s barely covering her.

I was already starting to get hard from reading that scene, and now this? I’m fucking rock hard looking at Marcela with her wet hair, and skin covered in water droplets that I want to lick off.

I try and fail to form words as my eyes don’t move from her. Her cheeks redden as she leans against the wall.

“What are you doing at my desk?” she asks cautiously.

“I saw your book and I couldn’t help myself from reading. It’s really fucking good, Celly,” I say. “I notice that you didn’t finish it though.”

The room goes silent as her eyes widen, lips parted. I watch as she swallows, then says, “I couldn’t. My mind went blank whenever I tried, probably because of my past experiences.”

I don’t think I’ll ever say it enough, but I hate that fucking guy.

Instead of focusing on that, I want to give her the chance to finish her scene and change her experience with sex.

It’s what she always deserved.

“Why don’t we write the future?” I propose.

“What do you mean …” she trails off.

“I mean that if you want, I’ll give you a lesson to help finish the scene. And then in the future, you can successfully write a sex scene without getting a mental block.”

I watch as she swallows, her eyes turning hazy with want as her fingers grip the towel she’s holding tightly to her body.

Then to my surprise, Marcela lets go of her tight hold and the towel drops to the floor, displaying her gorgeous body.

“Yes,” her voice is firm and confident, letting me know she wants this.

My brain nearly explodes at the realization that we’re about to have sex for the first time. The girl I’m madly in love with wants me to make her have a better experience with sex, and honestly, I couldn’t be more honored to fulfill that.

I swivel in her chair and stand. I stride towards her, not stopping until she’s backed up against the wall. I don’t miss how her chest heaves with each breath or the way her eyes are roaming over me with a want so powerful, it feels as if she’s stripping me down completely.

I lean one forearm against the wall above her head while my other hand cups her cheek. “You want me to put my cock inside you?”

Her breath catches in her throat. “Please.”

That’s all I need to hear. My lips crash into hers as I press my hips into her bare pussy, letting her know how hard she makes me.

She moans into my mouth when I grind against her, and I instantly can feel through my pants that she’s wet already.

Not breaking our kiss, I grip her thighs and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, just like she did when I carried her in. Except this time around, she kisses me.

In fact, I would say she’s in control of the kiss right now. Her lips are setting the pace as her hand grips the back of my neck.

I continue to grind, letting that friction build between us as I kiss her neck, allowing me to hear the soft sighs from her lips.

“I need to taste you. Right now,” I say, my voice husky as I carry her over to the bed and gently lay her down on it.

“I want you naked first,” Marcela says, shocking me at her bluntness.

“Whatever you want,” I assure her before placing a kiss on her lips. Pulling back, I stand and begin to quickly strip off my clothes. Marcela watches intently, her eyes tracing each and every part of me.

And fuck, I am turned on, knowing she likes what she sees.

Not wasting any more time, I fall to my knees and grip her legs to spread her open for me.

Leaning forward, I run my nose up and down her pussy, inhaling her scent. “Fuck,” I groan.

“What’s wrong?” she asks just before letting out the sweetest moan as my tongue flicks over her clit.

“I could come just from sitting between your thighs and staring at your pretty pussy, but today, I’d like to fuck you first.”

“Please.”

“We’re going to do this exactly how you wrote it in your book. I’m going to make you come on my tongue first, and then I’ll slide my cock inside of you, nice and slow until you’ve adjusted, and only then will I fuck you. H ard .”

“Fuck,” she whimpers, and the sound turns me because Marcela never swears. Ever. Hearing her let go of her inhibitions might just be my undoing.

I nip at her thigh, causing her hips to buck before I dive back into her pussy, my tongue lapping at her like I haven’t eaten in days.

My fingers slip inside her, curling at her inner wall as my tongue continues to flick her clit quickly. She’s dripping down my chin, and I do my best to not waste anything, savoring every drop of her sweet taste.

Marcela’s fingers tighten in my hair and I increase the pace at which my fingers fuck her.

“You’re doing such a good job for me,” I praise, taking a moment to look at what I am doing to her. Her nipples are taut, pussy soaking, chest heaving up and down with her eyes wild and full of lust. “Is my girl gonna come all over my face?”

“Yes,” she moans her answer, making me smirk. She’s always so quiet, and for once, I want to hear her scream.

I return my mouth to her pussy, but this time, my lips suction around her clit as I suck on it hard, and fuck her even faster with my fingers.

“Theo,” she sighs, getting louder and louder as her thighs clamp around my head. I let her, holding her down with my free arm as I continue to push her over the edge.

Marcela screams my name as her hips lift and her legs shake, but I don’t stop. If anything, I grip her thigh harder and continue to lap at her. Her orgasm seems to go on forever and I don’t stop until she’s completely sated, her body relaxing under me.

I stand and climb atop her, staring at her in awe. God, she’s fucking beautiful.

I see her gaze focused on my lips so I ask, “Wanna find out what you taste like?”

Her lips open then close as she thinks for a moment. “Is it weird that I do? You seem to like it … very much, so I’m curious.”

“It’s not weird at all,” I reassure her, leaning down so that our lips are a mere inch apart. “Never be ashamed of what you want. Okay?”

She nods, and lifts her head up to press her lips to mine. She kisses me tentatively, taking her time as our lips brush over and over again.

I pull back in time to see her licking her lips, a slight blush to her cheeks.

“Thoughts?”

“I like that you taste like both of us,” she admits, her eyes blazing with desire as they bore into mine.

My body instinctively responds by grinding my painfully hard cock against her wet slit. We both moan at the contact while my lips dot kisses down her neck. It’s the first time I’ve felt her without anything between us and it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Theo, I need you,” Marcela’s words are filled with urgency as her nails dig into my arms. God, I hope she leaves marks. All I want is a reminder that I was the one making her lose control like that.

I sit back on my haunches. “How do you want me?”

“Like this, with you on top.”

My head bobs in a nod as I take a deep breath, giving myself a quick moment to prepare myself to have sex with the girl I’m in love with. I push the thought away and focus my attention back to the present.

“Open up for me, Celly,” I demand, my voice turning husky.

She does as she’s told, giving me the perfect view of her perfect pussy. I’ve never been this addicted and this is all fucking mine.

At least for tonight.

I crawl back over her, resting on one forearm. I use my other hand to run down her slit to collect her arousal on my hand before running her over my cock, coating myself with her.

“Go slow,” she whimpers, “It’s been a while.”

I smile and I lean down to kiss her forehead. “Of course. Anything you like or don’t like, just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” she says softly, staring into my eyes with something I can’t name.

I don’t get time to be delusional about her feelings because the need to be inside her is making my cock ache painfully. I run the head of my cock up and down her slit, making her moan and arch her back. I swear I could come right now, seeing how much she wants this. I need to get it the fuck together.

“I need to be inside you” I grunt.

“Do it,” she pants underneath me.

With her confirmation, I slide just the head of my cock inside of her, and my head falls back as I groan. “Fuuck.”

“Oh my god,” she moans. “Theo, more.”

I oblige her, sliding in slowly as I fill her inch by inch until I bottom out inside her. My forehead drops to hers, our breaths mingling as we pant and attempt to catch our breath.

It’s been a long time for me, but I’ve never been inside of a girl I’m in love with. It’s making it ten times harder to control myself.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I need you to move. I’m aching.”

I buck my hips, rutting in and out of her at a steady pace. Not too fast or slow as we find our rhythm together.

Our bodies move together perfectly, creating a sweet friction. Her hands are on my back, with her nails digging into it every time I slide back into her. And we’re kissing the entire time, my tongue slowly exploring her mouth as she does the same to mine.

It feels like more than just sex to help her with her writer’s block.

It feels like we’re making love.

I pull away from her mouth as I stare into her eyes. My chest grows tight with the sight of her like this. Fuck, I love this girl.

“Harder,” she pants, breaking me away from my thoughts of love.

My hands move down her body to grip her hips. “Be careful what you ask for.”

Using the leverage gripping on her hips provide, I begin to fuck her hard. Our bodies slap against one another, the sound of wet skin echoing off the walls.

“So—” she breaks off into a whimper. “So good.”

“What’s that?”

“You feel so good, Theo,” Marcela says, staring into my eyes as I fuck her.

“Celly, your pussy is unbelievable. You’re so wet and taking me so well.”

I pull out of her and move her body so that she’s laying on her side, not missing the look of shock in her eyes as I take control. I lift her right leg up, giving me room to slide back into her.

“Theo,” she whimpers at the new position. And fuck, I know exactly what she means. She feels amazing this way, so tight.

I grip her chin and press a kiss to her lips as I rock in and out of her.

Marcela kisses me back, our lips moving sensually, just like our bodies are. It’s slow, sweet and makes my heart want to explode with the love I’m feeling for this girl.

My fingers make their way to her nipple, pinching it as my tongue enters her mouth. She moans around it, sending a vibration throughout my entire body.

“Play with your clit,” I break away from her lips, kissing and sucking on the sensitive spot on her neck.

I know the moment her fingers meet her clit because she clenches around me, and her moans turn into desperate whimpers.

“You can come now, Celly. Let me have it,” I grunt, biting down on her shoulder and following it with my tongue to soothe it.

It only takes a few more seconds of my lips on her neck, my fingers on her nipple and her own on her clit for her to explode.

Her pussy squeezes me, as I feel a rush of wetness hit my cock. Everything in my body tightens as the need to come becomes imminent, with each thrust more powerful than the last.

“I’m about to come. Where do you want it?”

“Wherever you want. I’m on the pill.”

I can’t help it at that, losing myself to my own orgasm as I groan into her neck as we ride out our mutual highs together.

I lay on my back, sliding out of her as I attempt to catch my breath. We’re both sweaty messes.

It hits me then that I should’ve asked beforehand about protection and all that, but we were both so caught up in the moment that we couldn’t stop.

I huff a laugh and ask, “Will that help you finish your chapter?”

Marcela giggles beside me as we stare at her white ceiling. “Yes, one hundred percent yes.”

“That good, huh?” I say cockily.

She doesn’t even give me shit, which normally she would when I’m like this. “It really was. I … I don’t even know how I ever thought what I had before was special. It’s never ever felt like this before.”

I swallow roughly, trying to tamp down the hope I feel at her words and their possible implications.

“I’m glad I could help.”

I feel her turn on her side, and I do the same, so that we’re now face to face.

“And … you had fun too, right?” she asks cautiously.

My eyes nearly bug out of my head. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s all I’m going to want to do now.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to take them back. I sound like a stage-five clinger, when all she wanted was experience for her book.

We’re silent as we look at one another, and I’m sure my eyes are filled with the hope that she’ll want to do this again. Meanwhile, I can’t get a read on what she’s feeling at all.

Her lips tilt up into a shy smile, and relief begins to flood my body before she even speaks. “Possibly, I might need to see what it’s like in other positions. You know … for the book.”

“Of course.” I say, although I don’t fully believe her. Maybe I’m being delusional right now, but I swear I see it in the flicker of her eyes.

Fear.

She’s scared of wanting this, us, for real. It’s making her hide her real feelings by claiming this is all for her book or that this between us is still just to prove something to Hunter and Ruby. My mind sifts through all of our time pretending to date to see if there’s ever been any indication that she liked me as more than just a friend.

Fuck, it’s hard to determine what’s been real or fake when everything has felt so natural between us. The way Marcela has begun to reach for me on her own, and melt into me when she’s in my arms. There’s no way that can be fake. I refuse to believe that.

“Marcela …” I begin, but she suddenly cuts me off.

“Shhh, don’t ruin the peace,” she says quietly.

We lay there silent for a few moments as we cuddle. I never want to let go, but I don’t want to overstep and assume I can sleep over. Besides, I have another grueling personal training session tomorrow morning before I have to head home for my family’s Christmas dinner.

I sigh dramatically, making her giggle against my chest. “I sadly need to go. I have training in the morning.”

She pouts at me, which makes me wonder if she wants me to stay but she follows it up with, “Of course. Let’s get dressed.”

We quickly get dressed, and once I’m done, I turn to find her in pink bow pajamas.

“I’ll walk you out,” she says.

Moments later, I’m standing outside her locked door, and I can’t help but think about how what we did has changed me forever.

And I don’t know what I’ll do if it didn’t change anything for her.