53. Thea
Chapter 53
Thea
I ’ve had a good day couple of days. Yesterday I got my hair done. Today I had brunch at the diner and a few hours of sitting with my toes in the water on the beach, I felt…almost normal. So normal that I allowed my mind to wander, which prompted me to get into my car and drive to the beach on the other side of town, to see Wolfe.
Dr. Sagebrook says therapy is more effective when I’m an active participant in my healing, and that it’s important to replace negative thoughts and feelings with positive ones. So shouldn’t I embrace sex to help me through this block?
Now that I’m at Wolfe’s front door, I’m shaking like a leaf. I wasn’t nervous when I lost my virginity, but the idea of having sex tonight has my hands clammy and my stomach twisting in funny little knots. I’ve had sex with him before. I know what to expect. I shouldn’t be freaking out, but I am, and I know it’s the effects of Dr. Psycho’s sessions invading my thoughts and reigniting my terrors of being attacked. That was the reason I asked about reprogramming. I don’t want to be paralyzed by my fear anymore. I desperately want to move past it.
I knock, digging my toes into my sneakers, waiting for him to answer. I could let myself in, like last time, but what if he’s not alone? What if he’s found someone who can give him what I can’t? That thought snuffs out the fear, replacing it with anger. The door finally opens -and there he is- staring down at me. No shirt, sweatpants, and a grumpy expression on his face. I lick my lips, taking in his bare torso and tousled hair.
“Thea? What are you doing here?”
Is that guilt on his face? He’d better fucking be alone. I lean to the side, trying to see around him. He steps aside, asking his next question and inviting me into the house. Okay, invite is a stretch. I duck under the arm that’s holding the door open and do a casual check of the living room.
“Looking for something?” He asks, as I check out the kitchen and sniff the air, trying to catch a hint of perfume.
I’m looking for my common sense, because what the fuck am I doing? Asking myself that question doesn’t stop me from marching into the powder room or heading to his bedroom, where I fling the closet door open. I even look under the bed.
From where I’m standing, I can see the master bath is empty. If there was anyone in here, she would’ve had to jump out the window. Not my problem. I strain my ears to see if I can catch any whimpers or cries.
Heading back downstairs, I ask, “Were you alone?”
Coming to stand in front of me, he asks, “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
“I asked you a question.”
“I’m alone and the house is secure, so if you need to say something-” I squirm under the weight of his stare. “Wait, are you asking because you think I had someone here? You think I had a woman here?”
I narrow my eyes at him. He’s making fun of me, and not even trying to hide it. That annoys me.
“Thea, what the hell are you doing?”
“I haven’t seen you for a few days.”
“You saw me in class yesterday.”
I counter with, “You didn’t come check up on me after your last class.”
“I walked through campus and you seemed in good hands outside the dining hall.”
The flimsy grip I had on my emotions slips. “Oh, is that what you assumed? Just like everyone else assumed I wanted to be locked in a flaming coffin, or lied to my whole life? You gonna start making decisions for me, too?”
He walks forward and I don’t know why, but that has me backing up. I’m not scared of Wolfe. Sparring with him verbally and physically used to be my favorite thing. This is what I mean by feeling like I’ve been body snatched. I want to feel like myself again. My back hits the wall and Wolfe tips my chin up, raking his gaze over my face.
Whatever he sees has him growling, “Sweetness.” That one word stalls the chaos in my mind. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”
Instead of answering, I close the distance between us and drag my hands up over his pecks and around his neck. I stand on my tiptoes, straining towards him. He leans down, meeting me halfway for a kiss. The moment our lips touch, my nerves and the jealousy settle and every molecule of passion and arousal I’ve been ignoring rushes out of me in a desperate sounding moan.
I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel the bulge of his cock against my hip. I pull myself higher until it’s flush against my core, grinding my pussy against it.
We’ve tried this twice before and both times, I couldn’t let things go further than a kiss. He doesn’t try to touch me anywhere. He simply holds my weight in his hands, swallowing my needy pants. With my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I rock my hips back and forth, pressing closer, adding contact to my clit.
My groan triggers his. The sound rumbles through me, shattering my last bit of hesitation. My movements become jerky and my breath stalls as my body stiffens.
I press my forehead against his, panting. A small chuckle slips free. Wolfe presses a kiss to my temple and sighs. “I’ve missed that sound.” I tilt my head back to look at him, slowly working my hips again. “You’re not done?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head and twine my fingers through his hair. I yank, forcing his head to the side and lick a stripe up his neck, and nibble kisses along his jaw. He’s hard and hasn’t asked for anything in return. I know he won’t. He’ll just let me use him like this. I reach my hand between us, shoving them inside his pants to fist his cock. He grunts, but makes no move to thrust into my hand. I pull my hand free, spit onto my palm, then dive back inside his pants, pumping my fist up and down his length.
“How’s that?”
He licks his lips before answering, “So good.”
I swirl my thumb across the crown, using his pre-cum as additional lubricant. I firm up my grip, pumping him harder and faster. “Are you gonna cum?”
“Mmm.”
I press my lips against his ear, whispering the second part of my question. “Can I watch?”
He slowly lowers to his knees, and lays me on the floor, before leaning away from me. He shoves the waistband of his pants low, letting his fully erect cock pop free. I watch as those long fingers close around his shaft, stroking up and down. Half-lidded eyes full of lust stare down at me. I pull off my t-shirt and sports bra, and slip my leggings off, leaning on my elbows to watch him.
Wolfe’s body is magnificent. The way his abs ripple as his stomach clenches makes me wet all over again. He drags his hand across his pecs, then back down to his dick, dragging down and pulling and twisting up.
His eyes fall closed as he gets into it. The look on his face is a mix of intense concentration and aching need. I pull my panties off and slip my hands between my legs, rubbing my clit. I set my speed to mirror his, driving myself crazy from the visual and my touch. When his pace increases, I do the same.
“Wolfe.” His name spills out on a needy groan. His eyes fly open, meeting mine. “I want you.”
“You have me, Thea.”
“Inside me. I want you. Inside. Me.”
He pulls my hand from between my legs and kisses the back of it, then climbs to his feet and walks off. I fall back onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The next sound I hear, are the thunderous boom of the waves, and the smell of salt is in the air.
I pull myself to a sitting position, watching as he returns from the kitchen holding a beer. He twists the top off and takes a drink before holding it out to me. I take a sip. Then another, before putting my clothes back on and climbing to my feet to follow him up the steps to the deck, that has a magnificent view of the beach a few blocks away.
He’s sitting on a gray wicker chais lounge. His sweatpants are back on, but his chest and feet are still bare. “This is a first.” I say, plopping down into a chair.
“What’s that?”
“I told you I wanted you to fuck me and you ran away.”
“I didn’t run. I was giving you a minute to clear your head and make sure that’s what you really wanted.”
“Because I’ve changed my mind a few times?”
“Because this is a big step for you.” He holds up a foil package between his pointer and middle finger. “And I didn’t have anything close by, so I needed to grab a condom from my bathroom.”
“You’ve already been inside me without a condom.” I say, remembering the night he won the challenge to become my mentor.
“I was acting on pure adrenaline that night, and was so caught up in the moment after the fight that I wasn’t thinking. I don’t want to put you in that position again. If I’m gonna be bare inside you, we’ll agree to that ahead of time.”
I stand, walking over to him and hand him back the beer. He takes a swallow and drapes the hand holding the bottle across the armrest. The other hand is on my thigh, right above the bend in my knee. His thumb swipes back and forth, sending goosebumps down my leg.
He pulls me even closer, his mouth close to the apex of my thighs as he stares up at me. I take in our position and imagine my pants down around my ankles and him sucking at the damp spot on my panties. I grab onto his hair with one hand and push his head against me with the other as I rock my hips back and forth.
“It’s okay, Sweetness.” He murmurs. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.” He promises, slowly inching my pants down my legs the way I just imagined. I step out of them as he pulls me another inch closer. He nibbles the inside of my thigh as he tugs my panties to the side. His tongue swipes over me, prodding at my opening.
“You are so damn good at that.” I moan when he latches onto my clit. He chuckles but doesn’t let go. “If I ever find out you’ve been up here eating someone else’s pussy, I’ll cut your tongue out.”
Pressing a finger into me, he asks, “You think you can threaten me into submission like one of your legacy princes?”
I grab his hair with both hands, pulling his face away so he can see me. He looks so fucking sexy with his face smeared in my juices. “I said what I said.” I push his face back against me and hold on, trying to smother him with my cunt.
“Only my pussy.” I thrust against him. “From. Now. On! ” My legs turn to mush as I shatter. That’s the fastest I’ve ever cum in my life, but I’m not done with him. I push him away, discarding the rest of my clothes, before climbing onto his lap and pulling his stiff cock from his pants. I line it up against my opening, prepared to take him, but he stops me.
“Wolfe?” Some of the doubt I was feeling before, trickles back in.
“Thea. I want you to think about what you’re doing and what you’re saying.” I blink at him, not in the mood for a lecture. “This is your only chance to pump the brakes, because if you don’t, I’m gonna stay buried deep inside you all night long.”
Only he can be considerate and an asshole at the same time. I toss my hair over my shoulder and nod. He slips the condom on and repositions me over him. I’m soaking wet, and it’s still a tight fit. Or maybe I’m tensing up. I’m not quite sure which. I just know I have to do this. Now.