Chapter 21
Tiffany’s pulse slugged hot through her system as she slowly, subtlety, also began to sway. But not with his rhythm – against it. So her ass brushed against his cock one way and then the other in complete counterbalance to his direction.
She sensed the moment Theo clocked the change. His arms tightened a little, the muscles of his chest and abdomen tensed at her back, his sway faltered momentarily as if he wasn’t quite sure her movements were accidental or just plain provocative.
So she made it damn clear it was the latter as she rotated her ass in a deliberate movement against his cock, which was already fully clued in to her intent.
‘Tiffany?’ His voice was rough, his breath warm as it brushed her temple.
‘Could you just…’ She slid her hands to his forearms, which had dried in the light breeze, and gently tugged them apart, sliding her hands to his to redirect them.
‘Could you just…’ she repeated, guiding his palms to her breasts and whimpering as he cupped the aching flesh.
‘Oh God, yes.’ Her head flopped back into the crook of his neck. ‘That,’ she muttered. ‘Like that.’
‘Tiffany.’
‘Please,’ she whispered, turning her head so her cheek rubbed his throat, the delicious prick of his stubble sending a shudder of ecstasy coursing through her body. ‘I need…’ She swallowed, her throat parched as desire and grief segued into a feral kind of lust.
‘It’s okay.’ His breath was hot in her ear as he met her ass rub with a full-on grind that caused her to gasp. ‘I know what you need.’
Her pulse tripped as his fingers found her stiff nipples through the fabric of her dress and bra and squeezed.
And fuuuck he did know. The sensation lanced her straight down to her core and she moaned in guttural satisfaction as she reached between them, frantically gathering her dress with fingers that trembled to the point of uselessness as she tried to slide it up and out of the way.
Because she didn’t just need an orgasm, she realised. She needed more than that. She needed him in her, she needed the oblivion of possession.
His possession. The way she knew only he could deliver.
Her frantic pulse drove the all-consuming need, her fingers brushing against the steel of his shaft, which was barely contained by the towel he was wearing, and he muttered, ‘ Theé dóse mou dynami .’
Tiffany had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like an entreaty. Which was hot AF. She liked that she could make him feel as reckless and as helpless as she was feeling.
Grabbing for the towel next, her fingers found the knot where it was fastened low around his hips and pulled, satisfied when it fell to the ground. Her hand slid onto the taut drum of his cock and she panted, ‘Oh yes,’ as she palmed him and said, ‘Please. I need you. In me. Now.’
She didn’t care that they were standing in the open where possibly every one of his neighbours could watch the show; all she cared about was having Theo inside her, like that first night when he’d ruined her for all other men.
‘Wait.’ He grabbed her around the wrist, stilling the movement.
He flipped her in his arms, his eyes flaring a hot blue flame into hers as his bare chest heaved, and he used both hands to manacle her wrists behind her back now as she struggled against his restraint.
‘You want me to fuck you, Tiffany?’ he growled, his voice dark as pitch, his wet slicked-back hair giving him an almost devilish edge.
She almost moaned out loud at his deliberate use of both profanity and her name. ‘Yes,’ she panted. All she could think about was him between her legs.
Owning her.
His jaw clenched as his fingers tightened around her wrists. ‘Even if that means I break my pact with my brother?’ he ground out.
Which was the bucket of cold water her libido didn’t – or perhaps did – need right now.
Tiffany’s lust-addled brain grappled with the words coming out of his mouth. His mouth that was close enough to kiss. Which would also be violating the parameters of that bloody stupid dare. She shut her eyes on a ragged breath, her wrists halting their twisting.
‘I’m sorry.’ Her lids opened to find him staring at her mouth like he was barely stopping himself from devouring it with his own.
Yet he was proving himself much more in control than she was at the moment.
‘You’re right. It’s not fair of me to ask. I guess I just’ – she shook her head, silently castigating herself for being so needy as she battled to normalise her pulse and breathing – ‘forgot for a moment that this isn’t real.’
‘Yeah.’ He nodded, also still satisfyingly out of breath. ‘We’ve kinda blurred the lines the past two days, haven’t we?’
She gave a self-deprecating laugh. ‘You can say that again. Especially coming to Mykonos. Meeting your friends and seeing the villa, doing some writing here, seeing pictures of your family… I guess I got swept up in the fantasy of it all.’
‘You did, huh?’
Tiffany couldn’t believe she’d let it all affect her so much. ‘Stupid, right?’
‘No.’ His eyes glowed blue in the night, capturing hers as his hands came up to cup her jaw, his unsteady breath puffing currents of warm air on her face. ‘Unless that makes me stupid, too.’
Her heart thumped at his surprising admission. So… he’d lost track of reality, too?
What did that even mean?
But there was no time for analysis as his expression morphed before her eyes, transforming his demeanour. She watched as Theo stepped right over the mental hurdle of the dare he’d accepted from Ari and left it behind in the dust as his mouth crashed down on hers.
Tiffany was officially lost as he stole her breath and plundered her mouth like the pirate she’d fancied him to be, taking instant control.
Short, hard kisses. Long, deep, drugging kisses.
Kisses where he used his tongue to devastating effect, teasing the seam of her lips, probing the recesses of her mouth, encouraging her tongue in a reciprocal dance that had her clinging and gasping and whimpering for more.
Her head spun with the intoxication of it all, the harsh suck of his breath and the feral edge to his groans dizzying her so much she had to cling to his shoulders just to stay upright.
God, she’d missed this. Missed the way he’d kissed her so masterfully that first night.
When he eventually wrenched his mouth from hers, he muttered, ‘Wrap your legs around me and hold on.’
She barely registered the instructions before he was lifting her, but she caught on fast, winding her legs around his waist as he carried her to the table and deposited her there. It was a little more secluded compared to the railing, but only just.
Stepping between her legs, he claimed the space as his own, kissing her again, his hands sliding to cradle her face, angling her mouth exactly where he wanted it.
But he wasn’t exactly where she wanted him and now he’d broken her from the intensity of their railing kiss, Tiffany was able to think again.
To become impatient again. To be greedy again.
Reaching between them, she slid her hand onto the silky hard steel of his cock, her thumb smearing the fluid already leaking from the slit, and he broke the kiss on a groan, his forehead pressed to hers.
‘Now,’ she demanded as she pulled at the hem of her dress once again, getting it high enough to align him with her core.
‘Off,’ he panted, puffing hot air on her face as he plucked at the dress.
‘No.’ Tiffany shook her head, relishing being back in control. ‘Like this.’ Because there was something deliciously exhibitionist about him being naked and very definitely feral about her being fully clothed, the idea of it speeding up a pulse already thumping erratically.
His gaze met the challenge in hers and there was nothing but the combined pant of their breathing for a beat or two before he reached for one side of her panties and ripped. Then repeated it on the other side.
And fuck if that didn’t almost make her come on the spot.
‘I have condoms in the house,’ he muttered as he yanked the tattered fabric out from under her and tossed it over his shoulder.
They’d used condoms that first night but given he’d had a vasectomy and they’d already talked prior to their first time about their fastidious measures with their sexual health, Tiffany didn’t want to wait a second longer. ‘I’m okay without. If you are?’
He didn’t reply, just locked his gaze with hers as he pulled her hips to the edge of the table. Her dress slipped off one shoulder as he guided himself to her slick entrance, the thick nudge of his head notching briefly before he plunged inside on a grunt.
Tiffany cried out at the perfect utter savageness of it, seeing stars. Real ones and the ones that popped and fizzed behind eyelids when the pleasure was so intense it forked like lightning everywhere.
‘You okay?’ he panted.
Forcing her eyes open, she nodded. ‘Yes. God, yes.’ She slid an arm around his neck, her fingers pushing into the damp hair at his nape, and she captured his gaze. ‘Exactly like that. Don’t stop.’
Planting his knuckles either side of her thighs on the tabletop, he followed her instructions to the letter, hunching over her with every thrust, his forehead pressed to her bare shoulder as he drove in and out with an intensity that was wholly uncivilised.
An intensity that wiped her mind of anything other than the orgasm that screamed out at her with such rabid force, the powerful contractions of her pussy dragged Theo into the maelstrom with her, crying out his own release as he bucked and grinded into her over and over and over until neither of them had anything to left to give.
It took an eon for Tiffany to drift back to earth, but they didn’t talk after.
Theo just picked her up, and she held on bonelessly as he strode into a bedroom and then into a bathroom and a shower cubicle, stripped her out of her clothes, turned on the spray, stepped into it with her and started all over again.
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