Chapter 4
The minute Calliope wrapped her mouth around Theo’s cock, he saw stars. Literally.
Theo looked up at the ceiling, noting the galaxy painted there, the bright, shimmering stars like grounding beacons.
He had never been the kind of guy who asked for things.
Especially sexual things. He’d always preferred to be told explicitly what to do.
There was less room for error that way. If he was doing what a woman asked him to do, he could guarantee her satisfaction.
And not ruin the moment with his overly sensitive cock.
He cried out, partly in frustration and partly in euphoria, because Callie barely got his cock halfway in her mouth before he came without warning.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, mortification hitting him like a tidal wave.
Shit, that was too fast... even for me.
He expected her to pop off, now that she had reciprocated, because usually that’s how it went for Theo, and the sadness and guilt had already started to fester, but Calliope didn’t make a move to leave his cock.
Instead, she kept sucking and stroking him, her little moans and sounds escaping her throat making it seem as if she actually liked this.
And that made Theo’s insides warm with heat, his heart beating a little faster.
Fear and lust culminated, because he knew if she didn’t stop, he might come again, which wouldn’t be terrible, but in Theo’s experience, that was not always a good thing.
The words of his exes judging him tried to poison his brain, but he shoved their words away.
He didn’t want to think about them, not with Miss Perfect and her warm, sweet mouth wrapped around his cock.
And then she stopped, suddenly, and he opened his eyes. Her gaze caught his and then he felt her.
Everywhere.
Or more accurately her soaked pussy, sliding over his still-hard cock, and Theo couldn’t help the moan that escaped him. She was so wet and smooth and he didn’t think he’d ever felt anything like this before in all his life.
He was riding off the sugary sweet pleasure Callie was delivering to him, off the energy that ebbed between them.
This... this wasn’t just sex. It was heaven, and Theo didn’t want to let it go.
Let go. The little voice in his head whispered. Give in.
Except, Theo feared that giving in would be his undoing. Which didn’t make any sense to him.
“Is this what you want?” she asked, her voice smooth and warm. He could feel the edge of her panties, bunched to the side.
“Not like this.” He gently pushed Calliope off of him, shaking his head, not missing her soft whimper as he did so. She sounded almost sad. Theo slid one hand between them, hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, and pushed them down her thighs.
Calliope shimmied out of them, the movement pressing Theo into the ground, and he leaned back onto some bumpy tubes of paint once more, but he did not seem to care at the moment. Everything around him was white noise. There was only her. Calliope. Callie. Miss Perfect.
He settled his hands on her thighs once more, before using one hand to find his aching cock. His gaze captured hers as he spoke. “I don’t want anything between us.”
Calliope’s eyes glowed once more, but this time they were not gold or amber. They glowed a deep, undulating purple for a flicker of a moment. And then they returned to normal. Theo had never seen anything like it, and he was certain he was hallucinating.
“Then nothing will come between us,” Calliope’s smooth voice promised.
Something about the words felt deep, rooted in something Theo could not quite explain.
Calliope’s hand settled on his chest as she leaned down to kiss him, angling herself over him once more.
The tip of his cock brushed her entrance, and he did not hesitate to guide himself into his Princess’s pussy once more, this time without any barriers.
His entrance was quick, the combination of her warmth and her kiss were too much to resist and so Theo gave in without a fight.
He kissed her deeply, rocking his hips into her slowly as he relished the feel of her around him, like this.
His thumb found access to her clit again, and she groaned.
She seems to really like this, he thought, noting the way her body responded to his touch.
No woman had ever responded to his touch quite like Callie, and he wasn’t sure if it was him, the alcohol, or the heat of the moment.
Perhaps a cocktail of all three. Whatever it was, Theodore felt as if he was flying higher than the sky.
Drinks or no drinks, he would never forget this moment. This blissful moment when everything was perfect.
He rocked his hips slowly, trying to ground himself to the here and now, for he didn’t want to get carried away so quickly. He feared coming too soon, ruining the moment. He let Calliope set the pace, getting lost in the feel of her hands on his chest, her insides clenching him tightly.
Theo flashed his gaze up at her, his words nearly breathless as he spoke without a second thought.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, reaching for her hair.
His fingers settled in the locks as he pulled her to his lips once more, trying to make her understand something he could barely grasp himself.
Theo did not understand the spark catching inside of him. He did understand that fate had divined him to this very moment, that everything in his short twenty-four years of life had been leading him here. To her.
To Calliope.
Calliope kissed him as she pulled him up from the ground and he followed her wordlessly.
The motion drove him deeper inside of her and he couldn’t help but groan from the heightened sensation.
His legs felt numb, his body was hot like a volcano and his hips moved of their own accord, relishing in the sharp pleasure.
Theo moved suddenly, like a man possessed. The energy between them erupted into blissful chaos as he gave into the spark inside of him, abandoning all thoughts of cautious hesitation and holding back. His reciprocation was more than assurance, it was perfection. It was a promise.
Calliope’s breaths turned rapid as she met his hard thrusts, their bodies bathed in sweat and fire. Theo had never felt so good. So inspired. The world was his oyster, now that he’d found her.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he muttered against her shoulder, slowly thrusting into her.
Calliope’s eyes fell shut. “So do you,” she whispered.
Theo held on to her body with a possession, a desire that was an entity all its own. He never wanted to let go of this. To let go of her.
He groaned as she thrust herself against him. “It’s like you were made for my cock.” He could not control the words coming out of his mouth, but for the first time, he didn’t want to. Honesty felt good. It was freeing.
“Like you were made to be mine.”
The word struck him in the chest as Calliope gasped.
“Say that again,” she pleaded.
“What?” he asked, his voice hazy. His thrusts slowed. He could hear the edge in his voice as his insides swirled with heat and desire and something else he could not place.
“That I’m yours,” she said, her voice faint and pleading.
Theo knew he could not deny her. Ever.
Nor did he want to. He wanted to give Calliope everything.
Theo’s lips brushed her ear softly as he thrust himself into her, wanting to bury himself there forever.
“You’re mine, Calliope.” He brushed his lips over the shell of her ear.
Calliope’s eyes fluttered from the praise, her insides clenching him like a hurricane.
His balls drew tight, his stomach clenched, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until his inevitable orgasm would take hold.
But even as badly as he wanted to give into the pleasure, he wanted it to last forever, too.
But nothing lasted forever, least of all amazing, mind-blowing sex.
Which Theo had never had until this moment.
He stilled, trying to hold back his pleasure, not because he wanted it to stop, but because he was a gentleman, and did not want to take away from Callie’s experience.
“Please don’t stop,” she whined, and he could hear the ecstasy in her voice. “Theo—”
“But I want you to come first,” he said, licking his lips. He opened his eyes, imploring her with his gaze.
There was a strange tightness in his chest as fear and guilt hit him, though he wasn’t sure why.
His voice was strained. He needed her to understand, but how could he make her understand something he did not?
His mind was jumbled with words and phrases and thoughts that made no sense.
His memories of Emily tried to bleed into perfection, her annoyance at how quickly he came, or the fact he refused to have sex without a condom.
The bitterness in her voice as she pushed him aside angrily melded with the memory of his proposal and his discovery of her cheating.
But there was also the sweetness of Calliope’s laugh in the cafe, her alluring smile and her perfect, pineapple-flavored kiss.
There was a warmth in his chest as his words reverberated in his brain, promising the woman anything she wanted.
Those words danced with the word forever and worship and mate.
Nothing made sense to him as the hurricane inside of him built itself, sweeping up everything Theo was and knew in its path.
And as he looked in Calliope’s amber eyes, he understood this was everything.
Because she was the center of everything.
She was his. Now and forever.
Forever...
He tried to find the right words, but between his culminating orgasm and the chaos in his brain, all that came out of his mouth was, “I need you to come first...”
Theo grit his teeth, closing his eyes as he tried to hold off his orgasm like a knight with a wooden sword trying to hold off a dragon.
Callie’s comforting voice beckoned him like a lamb to the slaughter.
“Theo, look at me...” she whispered.