20. Indie
“Okay, Rocky. I understand what you want and don’t want here. You’re the boss.”
The boss. I could work with that.
I arched my eyebrow and started walking backward toward the bedroom.
I’d make sure the door was shut. Giz didn’t need to be traumatized any further by seeing her temporary mom in a (or hopefully many) compromising position.
“Come with me.” I crooked a finger, gesturing for Theo to follow me.
Theo had still not taken his eyes off me. I had to admit that level of focus was intoxicating. I’d spent so many years as an afterthought I was practically drunk on his attention alone.
After enclosing us safely in the bedroom away from little gremlin ears, I pulled Theo toward the bed.
I backed him up to the edge of my bed, sliding my hands up his smooth chest to his shoulders. Applying gentle pressure, I coaxed him into a sitting position and pushed his legs apart with mine to stand between his knees.
He was so damn sexy sitting below me, perfectly silent, waiting for my next move. I felt a surge of warmth through my chest. None of the men I had any experience with had been content to let me take the lead like this.
I loved that he gave over the reins to me thus far.
My hands still on his shoulders, I used them as leverage to bring my mouth level with his ear. His hair had grown longer in the last few months; its dark, lush waves tickled my lips as I moved to whisper to him.
“I’m the boss, huh? You really mean that, baby?” I exaggerated the endearment he’d called me a few times, needing it to have the disarming effect on him like it did me.
A legitimate shudder worked its way through his tight muscles when he heard “baby” pass my lips.
Another surge of lust and power blasted through me. The sheer intensity simultaneously rendered my body simultaneously liquid and amplified my desire to take control.
“Yessss. Whatever you want, Rocky,” he hissed through his teeth. It was clearly costing him something to stay still and wait for me to make the next move.
The heat of his restraint, along with the sweetness of his nickname for me, aimed to burrow deeper inside me than I was willing to let it. It was harder to push those feelings to the side than it should have been after the years of battle armor I’d equipped myself with.
I decided that thinking was going to get me into trouble, so I dove into action by whipping my soft bralette over my head.
Clearly not expecting my bold move, Theo’s eyes widened as he sucked in a deep breath.
“Christ, Indie. You are gorgeous. Can I touch you?” I loved that he asked my permission.
I liked that he asked instead of just taking. To see how badly he wanted me but held himself back.
I reached down for his hands and brought them up to my breasts. “Yes. Touch me, Theo.” I let some of the desperation I felt seep into my words.
I slid my hands to his wrists, wanting to keep the tether between us, to feel his movements as he was making them. I watched his face as he cupped my flesh in his hands, his focus absolute on where my skin met his calloused palms.
Fully engulfed in his grasp, I let my eyes fall shut to revel in the sensation of his touch. He brushed his thumbs back and forth across the sensitive skin on the underside of my breasts. His movements turned almost rhythmic as he then swept his thumbs over the taut points of my nipples.
“More,” I breathed.
My exhalation had him squeezing my breasts in his palms. His accompanying groan was a testament to how much he loved the feel of me in his hands.
A swift pinch on my right nipple had my eyes snapping back open. Focusing on the devilry in his gaze, I watched as he stoked both our lust by giving my other nipple the same treatment. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning at the little pinpricks and heat left behind by his fingers.
He repeated the motions with his thumbs on my sensitive skin, ending with the brief pinch on each rotation of my chest, until the nipples and areola were flushed with blood and heat.
“I want to taste you, Indie. Please.” His low voice had shivers racing up my spine.
He seemed to understand how much I liked it when he asked for my consent because he didn’t move to explore any other part of me without my direction.
After nodding my assent, I moved closer into his body between his legs. I let my hands drop to his shoulders, gripping the hard muscles in preparation for the onslaught of what was to come.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he lowered his mouth to my tender nipple and gave it a gentle flick of his tongue. Because of his previous attentions, even such a slight touch had my fingers digging into his firm muscles.
It was all I could do to remain standing when he sucked my nipple into his mouth fully while his tongue caressed its tip. The contrasting sensations had my lower half throbbing in anticipation. The wetness between my legs multiplied, and I pressed my thighs together in a futile attempt at relief.
“Fuck, Theo.” I couldn’t hold in my moan of his name. He was too intense, too good at seducing me with his hands and mouth.
A combination of rumble and groan answered my needy sound as he sucked more of my flesh into his mouth as if he was trying to consume my entire breast at once.
I moved my hands into his hair to hold him more tightly to me and reveled in the thick, soft waves. Alternating between pulling him into me and grasping the strands between my fingers, I loved the idea of him looking as messy as all the pleasure he was sending into my body.
He moved to my other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the first. The wetness left behind by his mouth, now exposed to the cool air, was a sharp contrast to the inferno of his lips and tongue, replicating the sensations on the opposite side of my body.
After floating in the sea of pleasure he was wreaking on my body, I gripped his hand and pulled his hair back gently. His lips made a loud, wet pop as he released my nipple.
His eyes were hazy with pleasure. I’d put money on having the same punch-drunk look on my own face.
“Lie back, please,” I instructed.
Without hesitation, he treated me to a show of his powerful upper-body muscles flexing as he dragged himself backward toward the head of the bed.
His abs could have inspired a series of sculptures. Looking as hot as Theo did with his shirt off should be illegal. I wanted to trace those ridges and valleys with my tongue, maybe suck a mark or two onto his golden skin.
The hours and hours I’d spent fantasizing about Theo had nothing on the reality of him.
I crawled up the bed, moving over him until I could sit on his thighs.
Ghosting my fingers as far up his chest as I could reach and then back down to the trail of dark hair under his belly button to where it met the top of his sweatpants, I scratched my fingernails through the soft fuzz. Another deep groan was my reward.
Shit. He was so intoxicating. I kept stalling on each new part of him that I touched, getting lost in the feel of him.
I arched an eyebrow as I toyed with the waistband of his sweatpants. There was no hiding the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric.
He nodded, and I didn’t hesitate to grab the fabric and tug, now impatient to bare him for my own pleasure. Because the universe seemed to be smiling upon me tonight, he’d gone commando under his sweats, and the motion of pulling them with the helpful lift of his hips had his rock-hard cock slapping against his stomach.
Jesus. I froze for a moment down by his feet after wrestling the soft fabric down his muscular legs. He was all toned muscle covered in smooth skin. He wasn’t insanely bulked up like some of the guys on the team, but taking him in, I could see the lines of strength that radiated from his body.
Taking my pause as hesitation, and Theo being Theo, he was quick to reassure me.
“Hey, Indie. This only goes as far as you want it to tonight. You get me?” His tone was confident. There was no disappointment as he held my gaze, waiting for my response.
I gave him what I hoped was a feline smile. Oh, I knew just how far I wanted to go.
“Good thing I want it to go as far as it can go, then.”
I made quick work of my own jeans and underwear. There would be another time for teasing while stripping off clothes.
Tonight, I wanted to get right into the good stuff. I watched him as his eyes traced my naked body, pleased with how openly he was appreciating everything on display for him.
“Christ, Indie…” My nudity had him groaning once more. “There aren’t words for how incredible you look right now, baby.”
I wondered if he could see the wetness on my skin between my thighs. Or feel the heat emanating from my skin at his words.
Inching back up his body, pressing as much of our skin together as possible, I settled higher than before, aiming my center right over his cock.
Neither of us could hold in our reactions when my wet, heated flesh spread over his.
The slickness and friction of where we were pressed together sparked echoes of pleasure, all centering on my clit. And I hadn’t even started moving yet.
Leaning down to put my mouth on his once more, I flicked my tongue over his lips as I started sliding myself along his cock, angling my hips to catch the little nub between my folds on the head of his cock on each pass.
He met my teasing with the thrust of his tongue while lifting his own hips in return. The only sounds in the room were the wet sounds of our lips and tongues and the rustling of the sheets as our bodies moved together.
I used my hands on his pecs for leverage to push myself back into a seated position and bore down with all the force I could squeeze between my thighs.
Taking my hint, he slowed his movements as I continued rocking back and forth on his dick, chasing the orgasm that had been simmering inside me since he’d kissed me that afternoon.
“Oh, I see. My girl wants to use me as her personal sex toy. Is that it, baby? Going to rub up on me until you come?”
A shiver ran through me. Combined with the deep tenor of his voice, his filthy words had me moving faster to increase the pressure on my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut and let my head fall back as I rocked over him. The velvet yet impossible hardness of his dick made for the perfect sensation to get myself off.
“Okay, baby. You take what’s yours. I can’t wait to see you come.”
Theo giving me the reins in this moment had my orgasm building faster than I’d ever been able to come before with a partner. Fissures and jolts of pleasure radiated from my center deep into my pelvis. God, I wasn’t going to need to touch myself to get off. Just the movement of my body and his perfect hardness were going to get me there.
As the tightness and pleasure curled within me, I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his eyes hazy and mouth partially open, just as immersed in this moment as I was.
“Theo, I’m coming,” I gasped out the words. The pleasure was so intense I struggled to decide whether to breathe or hold my breath.
My center contracted rhythmically, releasing hot bursts of wetness all over his cock and groin. My hips stuttered in their movements as the incredible climax fried all my nerve endings.
Not keeping the sultry atmosphere of the previous moments, I let out a laugh as I collapsed on his chest. I let my glistening forehead rest between his pecs as I tried to catch my breath.
His hands had held my thighs as I moved over him. Now, he slid one hand into the wetness where our bodies met, and he gathered the evidence of my desire on his fingers. I lifted my head again to watch him bring them to his nose before sucking two of his fingers into his mouth.
A tiny whimper escaped as I watched him taste my juices for the first time.
“Fuck, baby. You taste amazing. I can’t wait to find out what we taste like together. You going to let me find that out tonight?” He cocked an eyebrow to accent his filthy question.
Dead. I was dead. He was just too goddamn sexy for words.