Not A Chance (Heartstrings #2)

26. Indie

A jittery type of adrenaline ran through my veins. The thrill of having Theo’s undivided attention transformed into white-hot lust when I saw the small movements of his shoulder and arm in the bottom corner of my screen.

I knew instantly he was touching himself. And I’d told him to show me before my brain realized what my mouth was doing.

I blamed the commentary Theo had already provided.

Where had the laid-back voyeur from our night together gone? The man who sunk deeply into his pleasure as he watched me use him to take my own.

I’d never seen Theo lose his cool. He approached our first sexual experience the way I’d witnessed his commitment to hockey over these past months. He possessed a sure, steady confidence that demonstrated he was completely present in the moment. He left no doubt about where he wanted to be, on the ice or in my bed.

I’d never felt so wanted by anyone. He was intoxicating.

Tonight, he’d unleashed a stream of dirty talk I wasn’t expecting. Hearing those words from any other man would have probably turned me off.

But Theo wasn’t like any other man I’d ever met.

I stared at him through the screen, startled by the realization that I missed him more than I’d allowed myself to feel. I wanted him here in person so he could do all the things he wanted to me.

Neither of us had said anything for a moment after I made my demand, but Theo’s hand had not stopped moving in the interim.

He arched an eyebrow and gave me a wry smile. “We really doing this, Rocky?”

“Why, Yao? Don’t you want to?” I dared him. The truth was nerves zapped through my bloodstream at an alarming rate, turning my veins into electrical currents. I wouldn’t be surprised if I could light up our apartment block by myself.

A low hum issued from his throat. I held in a grin, knowing I’d activated his professional-level competitive spirit. We had that in common, I realized. All someone needed to do was tell Theo or me what we couldn’t do, and we’d jump on proving them wrong.

Did I use that to my advantage now? Absolutely. Was I ashamed of the results of my words? Absolutely not.

“Oh. I want to, baby. But it’s going to be an even playing field tonight. Whatever I show you, you show me. Deal?” His dark eyes seemed intent on capturing every microexpression on my face as he waited for my answer.

There was a relief in knowing I could back out of this at any time and Theo could as well without us thinking less of each other. We were both in this for the thrill, long past the point in our lives where we had anything to prove to anyone but ourselves.

Theo was the only man on the planet I would think to do this with. He would never abuse my trust in any way, and that gave me the freedom to sink deeply into my own arousal.

“Fine. You start,” I replied as if this was going to be some sort of dare. But I got wetter by the second when I thought of all the possibilities of what could fall from those perfectly formed lips of his.

I quickly swiped my thumb across the side of my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling. My lips remained slightly parted while I got lost in the possibility of getting filthy.

Jesus. This was going to be my own private OnlyFans show.

The truth was I’d been so overwhelmed with my own arousal the first time we were together that I hadn’t had a chance to appreciate Theo’s body in all its glory.

Not being able to touch him was the perfect opportunity to soak up all the peaks and valleys of his body that he worked damn hard to maintain. How could I possibly do anything else but reward those efforts by ogling the shit out of his body?

“Take your shirt off, baby. That little sleep shirt drives me insane.” Theo whipped his own white T-shirt off over his head, tossing it to the side out of the video frame.

I looked directly into the camera of my phone and sent him the most devilish smirk I could muster. Just because I’d agreed to play by his rules didn’t mean I wasn’t going to stretch his willpower until it snapped.

Gizmo was asleep in her fluffy bed on the other side of the couch. There were just some things her little subconscious should not hear, so I stood and made my way to my bedroom and shut the door behind me.

I set up the phone on my bedside table, using books to prop up my phone so that Theo could see my entire upper body down to where my butt rested on my white sheets.

“Goddamn, Rocky. When you do something, you don’t do it half- assed, do you?” Theo’s voice was a growl. He copied my actions and propped his own phone up to mirror the angle I was showing him. Now, I could see his ripped torso and the dark gray boxer briefs he was wearing.

His cock was already rock hard, tenting the soft fabric of his briefs obscenely. My god, the tips would be flooding in if we were recording this for public consumption.

I pulled up one side of my pajama shorts to reveal the entirety of my ass cheek to his gaze, feeling the slinky fabric slide between them. “No, I don’t, but in this case, half-assed looks pretty good, am I right?”

I leaned forward to balance more on my knees and turned the bared side of my bottom toward the camera. I made sure I kept my upper body angled enough so I could see his reaction.

He did not disappoint. “Fuck me, I wish that I could take a handful of that ass right now, baby. I can’t decide if I want to slide my hand under that fabric hiding your holes from me or have you sit on my face so I can bite that round peach of yours.”

I sat down firmly on my heels, pressing my thighs together to stem the arousal heating my core.

“And it’s still your turn, Rocky. I said take that paper-thin excuse for a shirt off. I need to see how hard your nipples are for me.”

I shifted in a semicircle so I was facing the camera with the front of my body, sitting on my calves and heels.

Unraveling Theo completely was the goal here, but I couldn’t stop myself from watching the screen to catch his reaction as I reached for the hem of my tank top and dragged it upward so slowly that my arms trembled slightly against the urge to rip it off and bare myself to him.

Theo caught his plush bottom lip between his teeth as his gaze tracked each inch of my skin as it was revealed. A wave of goose bumps appeared on my stomach and ribs as my apartment’s drafty air brushed against my skin.

I reached the bottom of my breasts, their small curve just enough to catch the edge of the hem, and paused.

“Goddamn, baby. Stop teasing me and show me those gorgeous tits. I’m dying over here.” Theo accompanied his words with a rougher stroke of his hand against his fabric-covered cock.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? Let’s get your blood pumping again.” My smile was feline. In contrast to my initial teasing, I yanked my tank top off to match the intensity of how he was gripping himself, the disturbance of the motion creating a little bounce of my breasts.

“Yesss… That’s it. Look at those fucking perfect tits. God, I can’t wait until I can fill my hands with them again.” The gravel in his voice gave away how into this he was.

He pushed down against the base of his cock as if he was trying to control himself. I licked my lips as I saw a small wet spot had appeared, darkening the charcoal fabric straining against his length. My gaze refused to leave the evidence of his arousal on the screen, not wanting to miss the chance to watch it grow bigger the more he worked himself over.

Theo must have noticed my stare as I caught the moment of his chin tilting away from the screen in my peripheral vision. He stared down at the pool of precome that I was fixated on and slid his hand up from his base to grip the middle of his cock, brushing the wide pad of his thumb over the tip.

Fuck. He might have been a god of pleasure in another life. Where were these powers of seduction coming from?

And I was not immune to his seduction either. My sleep shorts still tucked up into my ass crease meant that the seams of my shorts were pressed in between my folds and taut all the way from front to back.

The roughness of the thread now stood hot and wet against my core, pumping out my own arousal as if it thought I was about to fuck him.

Sadly, lady bits, that is not on the menu for tonight. But I won’t neglect you for long.

“What next?” I shifted in place to get some more friction from my heels pressing against my pajama-clad folds. He needed to continue to run this show because I was past the point where I could do anything but give him what he wanted.

“Get rid of those shorts and spread your knees further apart on the bed. I want to see your pussy while I tell you how to touch yourself.”

I leaned to one side and then the other as I stripped off the final piece of clothing between Theo’s eyes and the rest of my naked flesh.

“You too,” I ground out, but he was already leaning back against his hotel room’s headboard to rid himself of his briefs. The elastic waistband pulled his cock downward with the motion before its hardness slapped back against his abs.

Theo inched down so that he was lying on his side with his head propped up on one arm.

I wanted to lick the V starting at his hips and downward. It was a good thing I’d never gotten a look at Theo’s twenty-something body when I first propositioned him almost seven years before. Nineteen-year-old Indie would not have been ready for the indecent picture of that V, his nearly black happy trail, and that impressively sized cock that I saw now.

I was so turned on I felt like I might come the second he told me to touch my clit.

He took his hard length back into his large hand and slid up and down while swiping the precome at his tip.

“Now, you’re going to do exactly what I say so we can pretend I’m there fucking you in all the ways we both want me to. Okay, baby?”

I never liked being told what to do and hesitated out of instinct. I did like what we were doing, though. There was no reason not to sink into the intimacy of this moment, no matter who was leading the motions.

“Yes, Theo.” I let my shoulders drop, and any hesitation melted away with my movement.

I was ready to give Theo the best damn orgasm of his life.