121. Thea
Chapter 121
Thea
A ll of my friends are busy this weekend. LJ went out of town to visit Damon, Wolfe’s on a scouting trip, and Finn and Holden are having dinner with their parents. I’m walking through campus alone and for the first time in a long time I feel something other than dread. It’s like I can sense a bubble of color. I won’t call it bright like hope, but my perception of things is less dark than it has been.
As I’m coming down the path near the bookstore, I see Eloise and Pax up ahead of me. I duck behind a tree, eavesdropping on their conversation.
“This is my last warning, Pax.”
“Who do you think you are to warn me about anything? I don’t answer to you.”
“I’m your companion and your future wife.”
“I didn’t ask for either of those things. You were shoved at me and I was blackmailed into complying. I go along in public, but it’s fake, Eloise. I don’t give a shit about you or your feelings.”
“I’m not gonna stand here and continue to take this disrespect from you.”
I stifle a laugh when he asks, “Why not? You took it and so much more from Finn for years. Why change it up now?”
“Finn never crossed the line until she came to town.”
“What line? Because he’d been fucking his way across this campus since our senior year of high school.”
I believe that. Finn’s very charming and he loves a challenge. College women would’ve been quite a thrill for a high school senior. Do I know any of them? There was that group of girls who kept asking where he was at the car wash.
“An occasional fling is one thing, but making someone a permanent part of your life is where I draw the line. The three of you were making fools of yourselves and about to throw everything away for that slut. It’s no wonder your father stepped in.”
That bubble of color in my chest morphs into something that’s been missing for almost a year. I recognize it and welcome it like an old friend. My petty switch has been activated. Stepping out of my hiding spot, I approach the arguing couple.
Pax’s back is to me. “Hey big guy,” I greet, as I grab his ass, before trailing my hands along his hips and to the front of his jean clad thighs, finally letting my right hand come to rest possessively against his dick.
His back’s so broad I can’t see around it, but that’s okay. I don’t need to see his face, or Eloise’s. I stay in the moment, palming his dick and rubbing my hand against it.
“This is what I’m talking about, Pax.” Eloise shrieks. “What happens if someone sees you behaving inappropriately like this?”
Peeking around his arm, I ask, “Why are you upset with him? He’s just standing here. I’m the one with the behavior issues. But what can I say? I can’t just stop being me, and testing those pesky consequences, any more than you can stop being a frigid shrew.” I drag my other hand up his body to fondle his pecs. “Feeling kinda buff there, Pax. Find a new chest workout?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.”
“I’d love to see that routine sometime. If your warden here lets you out of her sight long enough to go to the gym.”
I give him another pat, then continue on toward my dorm.
“Full extensions, Thea. You won’t see any gains stopping halfway through the reps.”
I meant it when I said I wanted to see Pax’s new chest workout, but now I regret saying anything. He showed up at Wolfe Pack and managed to convince Deacon to let him train me today. Now my underarms and upper back hurt, and my fingers are swollen and cramped from holding the weights. I extend my noodle arms as far as I can. They shake because I’m way past the point of muscle fatigue.
“Five more, reps.”
I grunt, “One more.”
“Sounds like you’re ready to quit. Just say the words.”
If I quit, I’m supposed to say I submit. That’s not happening, so I complete three more reps in quick succession. At this point, I’m using the momentum of my body to swing them up, but it counts. I finish the last rep and lean forward, dropping the weights by my feet, then head over to a corner to stretch and wait for Wolfe to finish his lesson.
Pax comes over a few minutes later. “I can drop you off at home so you don’t have to wait.” I consider his offer. I can really use a piping hot shower and some comfy clothes right now. He adds, “I promise no trips to cabins this time around.”
It takes considerable effort to press my hands against the floor as I work to get on my feet. “Fine. Lemme let Wolfe know I’m leaving.”
Pax escorts me all the way up to my door, then follows me inside, going room to room checking to make sure nobody’s here. I point out, “It’s highly unlikely that someone got inside the building and into my apartment.”
“Unlikely doesn’t mean impossible. If someone figures out who you are before we’re ready, they’ll come for you.” He finishes his checks, then comes back into the living room and sits on my couch.
“What are you doing?”
“Hanging out until Finn or Deacon gets here, and don’t waste your time arguing. It was Deacon’s idea.”
Hefting my gym bag onto my shoulder, I say, “Whatever. I’m gonna shower.”
The water feels amazing against my skin, and by the time I drag myself out of the shower, my muscles feel looser. Wearing nothing but my robe, I make my way across the apartment to Finn’s room to find my brush. He keeps stealing shit out of my bathroom, so I’ll have to come to his room and use it.
His shower’s running. I drop onto the bed to wait for him to finish. If I go inside the bathroom, he’ll try to drag me into the shower and distract me from my complaints about him taking my stuff. When the water cuts off, I say, “I thought we had a deal. You don’t take my stuff out of my room, and I don’t set your things on fire in the parking lot when I change the locks.”
The bathroom door opens and Pax stands in the doorway, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I get an up close look at just how much his body’s changed. He was jacked before, but he’s added a little more muscle mass and definition.
Every tattoo on his body has a meaning, so I ask about the ones he got last month. “What’s the story about that?” I ask, pointing to his eye.
“It’s your scratch marks.”
“Yeah, right. As much as I’d like to take credit, I can’t. I haven’t kicked your ass lately.”
“It’s from the last time you put your hands on me.” He drags a second towel through his hair, drawing my attention to the yellow star on his hand. “And that?”
“My reward for being consistent.”
He’s got my scratch marks on his face, and the gold star I drew on his hand. I’ve been making him do menial tasks, getting a sick sense of satisfaction from bossing him around, but he’s been wearing my marks for a month.
That’s sexier than the sight of him standing in front of me in nothing but a towel. Getting off the bed, I walk over to him, reaching up to touch the scratch. “Did it hurt?”
“I’ve had worse.”
Scanning the many designs on his body, I ask, “Which ones?”
“Elbow and neck.”
I finger those areas, then let my hand drift down to the towel. “You said you only get tattoos that hold some significance to you. What’s the story behind those?”
“No story. Just a statement of fact, that I belong to you.”
I’m feeling bold when I say, “Prove it.”
He unties the sash on my robe, pushes it open, and drags his thumbs over my nipples- toying with them until I’m squirming in his hands- then drops to his knees and takes my clit into his mouth, still teasing my nipples. One hand is on his head, my fingers flex in his hair, I brace my other hand on his shoulder to help keep my balance.
He moans, grunts, and slurps at me until I climax. When my eyes open, he’s staring up at me. “How’s that?”
Fantastic. Amazing. Rejuvenating. I don’t say any of that. “It’s a start, but I’m not feeling the subjugation just yet.”
“I’m here to serve you, Nem.”
“You’re on your knees looking cocky as shit. That’s not screaming humble servant.”
“Then tell me what I can do or say to make you feel in complete control?”
He’s taller and bigger than me. Whatever control I have is what he’s giving me. It’s not the same as complete surrender. “I- I have an idea.”
Grabbing his towel, I drag him to my bedroom. “On the bed, on your stomach, with your eyes closed.” I order, before going to the closet to find one of the packages he sent months ago. I clean the item, and when I step back into the bedroom, Pax is lying face down like I requested.
It takes a few minutes to strap the harness on and fit the dildo into it the right way. I crawl onto the bed, lying on my side next to him, slowly dragging my fingers across his body. Then I kiss him. He tastes like me and a hint of mint.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to disappear into the kiss, pressing closer to him. He pulls away. When I look at him, he’s looking at the contraption between us. “Now would be the time to forfeit, Pax.”
“I don’t need to.”
He rolls onto his side, resuming our kiss. Our bodies sliding and rolling against each other. This time I break the kiss, panting. I push him back on his stomach and, reaching for the lube, dribble some between his cheeks, teasing the entrance of his puckered little hole. Slowly, I work two fingers inside, stretching him. “You sure about this?”
He pushes onto his knees, hips tilted towards me. I add more lube, then another finger. I revel in hearing every gasp and the feel of his body opening. When I think he’s ready, I slather a bunch of lube on the plastic cock, running my hand across the entire surface to make sure it’s fully coated.
Starting at his neck, I kiss down the length of his body, and bite his left ass cheek, before lining the tip of the dildo at his entrance. I’m careful not to just ram inside, knowing that it takes finesse and care not to cause damage.
My core clenches at the sexy sound of his groan as I work it in a little deeper, then pull out, slowly easing in again. With each stroke I go a little deeper, watching his asshole open, taking me in, until my thighs are flush with his ass.
I run my hand down his spine, kissing below his shoulder blades, before taking a few practice strokes. The base of the strap on is flush against my clit, which gets stimulated with each move of my hips. “You okay?” I ask.
“Mmm.”
This is my first time, so I’m nervous. I start off slow, testing my rhythm. The friction on my clit, helping to guide me to what feels right, continually running my hands over his body.
“Fuck, that feels good, Nem.”
“Does it?”
“Yes. So damn good. You’re in me so deep.”
I lean over his back and reach under his hips to grab his cock. Stroking it as I slide in and out of his greedy hole.
“Oh, shit!”
“You like that, big guy? Like my fat cock in your ass while I stroke yours?”
“Yes! Yes, I like it. So, so much.”
Getting into it, I grip his hips for leverage, fucking him harder. Rolling my hips on the down thrust. “Look at you, taking this dick so good. Fuck, you look so sexy underneath me like this.” I pop his ass. One cheek, than the other. “You taking this dick like a good boy.”
He gasps, “Fuck. ”
My thrusts grow more urgent, the pressure in my clit builds. I go back to stroking his cock, twisting at the base and tugging hard as I pull up.
“Nem, I’m so close. You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”
“Good. I want you to.”
He grasps the pillow and tries to bury his face in it. “Oh no, you don’t.” I grip his hair, pulling his face away from the bed. “I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”
“So good, Nem. You’re making me feel so damn goo-ood .” With a final tug on his dick, he shudders beneath me. The ragged, almost pained groan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard him make. His cum splashes all over my hand and sheets.
I stay buried inside him, grinding against him, using the pressure from the base of the strap-on to bring me to the edge. My breaths come in heavy pants, my strokes are choppy. I can’t hold back any longer and let the pleasure crash over me. “ Agh …” My body bends over his, and I bite down on his lower back as my orgasm washes through me.
It takes a while to catch my breath. Peppering kisses along his spine, I pull out slowly, brushing a soothing hand across his ass. “You okay?” I ask as I slouch to my side, clumsily reaching down to work the cramp out of my leg.
I now have a newfound respect for men that last more than five minutes. Being the one thrusting with a dick requires more athleticism and endurance than you’d think.
“Am I okay?” He barks out a raspy laugh. “My wildest fantasy just came true. I’d say I’m better than okay.”
Rubbing my hand down his back, I say, “You’re a bastard on the best days. I go back and forth between wanting to throat punch you and kiss you.”
“Same. So what do we do about it?”
“I don’t know. Today, I think I’ll keep you, so we can play games like this again.”
He grabs my hand when I roll to get off the bed. “Where are you going?”
Pointing to his ass and the sheets, I say, “To get a rag and clean this up.”
His eyes widen and my heart cracks a little when he whispers, “You want to clean me up?” I nod, but instead of letting my hand go, he pulls me back down onto the bed and spoons me. “That can wait.”
He’s so still and quiet that I think he’s fallen asleep. His hold tightens when I shift in his arms, and he murmurs. “I know I don’t deserve you. But I’m too selfish to let you get away.”
Pax
“What’s a girl gotta do to get some space around here?” Thea grumbles, shoving me away from the door as she exits the car. Holden wanted to see Thea, so I came down to the parking lot to wait with him.
I answer, “She needs to be someone other than you. Then she can have all the space she wants.”
“So what you’re saying is, I dicked you down so good that I turned you into a stage five clinger?”
I watch her shiver as I blow against her ear and whisper, “I’m happy to return the favor.”
“Don’t you have a lingerie show to get to?”
Holden answers, “We do. Are you going to breakfast?”
“Not this morning. I’ve got some research to do.”
He grabs her neck, yanking her against his chest, and kisses her goodbye, before saying, “See you at lunch.”
She salutes me with her middle finger and spins it in a circle before taking off towards the library. Holden and I watch until she disappears around the corner. We know there are guards around, but things feel even more perilous now that we know who she’s connected to.
When we get to the dorm, the lobby area is already bustling with activity. “Finn’s not here yet.” I say, eyeing his empty seat. He left their place earlier for some super secret project and said he’d meet us here.
I huff my agreement when Holden says, “Mentally, neither am I.” He follows that up with, “Why are we still doing this?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to give my usual responds, because this is what’s expected of us, but I guess that’s the point he’s making. Instead of entering the seating area, I walk over to the elevator.
“Pax.” Eloise calls, rushing over to me. “Where are you going?”
“To my room.”
“Now?” She glances nervously behind her. “The show is about to start.”
“And?”
“And you have to be here to watch it.”
She’s never masked her disdain for the show, but now she wants me here? She’s up to something. “Why? What benefit am I getting from watching people walk to and from the shower every morning?” Stabbing the elevator call button, I say, “You should be happy I’m skipping it. You’ve never been a big fan of it, anyway.”
“I might not like it, but it’s part of your routine. It’s expected.”
Holden says, “Everyone needs to change their expectations because we won’t be suffering through it anymore.”
She gives me a pointed look, and it’s freeing to say, “My word is his and his word is mine.”
Forcing a smile on her face, she says, “Of course. I just need a minute to speak with you in private.”
“I’ll meet you upstairs.” I say to Holden before following Eloise to the end of the hall.
All pretense of civility fades when we’re out of earshot of everyone else. “Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?”
“I told you what I’m doing. From now on, we’ll no longer be watching the morning fashion show.”
“Because of her?” She sneers.
“Her, who?”
“Thea! I know you were with her. I can smell her perfume on you.”
We weren’t standing that close, so what she’s smelling is probably Thea’s body wash. I stole the bottle from Finn’s room and used it to jerk off in the shower this morning.
“We talked about this, Pax.”
“You talked about this, Eloise. I didn’t give an opinion one way or the other. But since you’re bringing it up again, let me make myself perfectly clear. Who I spend time with is none of your fucking business. My life isn’t a democracy. You don’t get a vote, so keep your thoughts and opinions on the matter to yourself.”
“I’m going to be your wife.”
Finn enters through the side door, a bemused smile on his face as he passes us. “Maybe. But right now, you’re an annoying pain in my ass. Figure out how to be less of that and maybe I’ll listen to what you have to say.”
I follow him to the elevator, ignoring his poor attempt at hiding his amusement. “Go ahead. Let it out.” I grumble, stabbing the button for our floor.
He looks up at the illuminated numbers signaling the floors we’re passing. “It’s good to have you back, man.”