13. Theo #5
I pick her up the way I’ve wanted to since I saw her in her bed.
I bruise her thighs with my hands, I hurt her face with mine, but I still slam her against the wall and crush my cock between us.
“I’ve wanted you, Libby. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you.
” I let my lips trail over her jaw, down her neck, and bury my face in her hair.
Her jeans are still undone, so I slide my hand inside and take her mouth when I push inside and she cries out.
My gaze shoots to the door that leads into the club hall.
The music is still loud downstairs, the bass heavy enough to feel it in my chest, but we still risk the door swinging open.
I pull Libby away from the wall and walk toward the door, only to slam her back again and swallow her cry.
I’m being rough, and she’s fighting a head injury, but I can’t stop.
“I’ve never not wanted you.” I set her back on her feet and accept the pain in her eyes when she thinks I’m rejecting her.
But then I drop to my knees when she’s stable, tug her jeans down, and hiss when she fists my hair.
“I’ve wanted you. I’ve wanted to taste you more than I wanted to eat. And I know hunger.”
“Don’t tell me that. Don’t tell me you were alone and hungry!” Her cry is that of grief, but it turns animalistic when I bury my face in her pussy. “Oh my God! Fuck.”
“I’m never hungry anymore, Lib. But money can’t buy everything.
” I tug her jeans off and force her legs wider, and when that’s not enough, I pick one leg up and place it over my shoulder.
When she’s stable and our eyes meet, I cup her ass and bring her second leg up so she’s straddling my shoulders and presenting me with the perfect feast. I ignore the pain in my knees, choosing instead to focus on the flavor on my tongue and the way she pulses for me.
“You want me too.” I pull back to catch my breath. “Elizabeth. You want me too.”
“Yes.” Her chest races to fill her lungs. “I want you too.”
“You’ve wanted me since the moment you saw me in the gym.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve wanted you since I was a teen, old enough to know my body wanted a man. So then I grieved you all over again, because I wanted that boy. I wanted him to have lived, to have grown along with me, and for him to take all of my firsts the way he was supposed to.”
I groan with pleasure and pain. “Not your firsts, but your lasts.” I bury my tongue deep inside her pussy and let my hips jut forward with need.
Soon. I’ll take her soon. I eat her up while she vibrates in my arms, and when she’s wrung so tight she might snap, I pull away and let her fall to my lap.
She cries out when she crashes down, and a small part of my brain worries about her injuries.
No doubt she has a hideous headache, and all of the jostling hurts, but I can’t stop this any more than I can stop a train.
My shirt remains in place, the buttons fastened but for the top one.
My pants are still on, but I push Libby back until she kneels on the floor between me and the wall.
I sit taller and unsnap my belt and button, then our eyes meet and I await her permission.
She is the only thing that could stop this. She’s the only thing that can bring reason to my fevered brain when all I can focus on is having her.
“Okay.” Her eyes flick between my hands and my eyes. “Yeah, okay.”
“Will you regret this?” I release my belt for a moment and instead dig my fingers into her hair to bring her closer.
Her lip is bleeding and sore. Her face bruised and growing darker with every minute that passes.
She’s a fucking mess, and remembering how she got that way makes me furious. But then she nods again.
“I think I will.” She brings her hands to my pants and begins tugging them down for me.
“I’m almost certain I’m going to regret this.
Most of me is convinced this is a concussion dream, and tomorrow, you’ll still be dead.
But I want it. This office is Switzerland.
” My heart tumbles when her gaze comes up.
She remembers. She remembers it all. “Switzerland. And for as long as we’re in Switzerland, it’s okay. The rest doesn’t matter.”
She tugs my pants down to my knees, then she pushes me back to sit on my haunches and climbs on. “You’re clean?”
I eagerly nod and help her climb closer until her bare skin and mine touch. “I would never hurt you, Lib. I literally couldn’t do it.”
“Okay.” She fists my cock and squeezes until I throw my head back on a roar. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” She lines me up with deft movements and begins sliding down. Confidence and rush quickly turn to a squeak of pain and tightening hands as she slows her movements. “Jesus, Gunner.”
“Theo.” I wrap one arm around her hips to help hold her weight, and use the other to control her face and bring her closer. “Please use my name. You make me panic every time you say Gunner.”
“But it’s your name,” she whispers. “That’s the name I thought for all of these years. It’s the name I thought when I first touched myself.” Her single open eye rolls back in ecstasy when I roll my hips and tap her most pleasurable places. “Jesus.”
“Practice, Libby.” I lift her light frame and help her slide back down. “Practice saying Theo. Gunner doesn’t exist anymore.”
“He does in Switzerland.” Her eyes water from pain, from emotion, from a concussion, but her pussy squeezes me tight and her hands grip my shoulders.
“We’re in Switzerland when we’re in here.
” Her thighs bulge and strain as she basically maintains a permanent squat and rides my lap.
There’s no slow and steady for us. There’s no foreplay or time to get to know each other’s body.
From the moment we met, we’ve been intense and all-consuming.
From nothing to a flash fire tearing through dry bushland.
I’ve never given her a chance to be half in.
To know me, to know Gunner, means to be all-in and loyal. “Jesus, Gunner.”
“Mmm.” I push her hair back. The hat she wore into this club is long gone, knocked off when that prick hit her, but now I have the perfect canvas to nibble her warm flesh and bruise her hips as I lift and control her body.
“I didn’t know you could be so delicious.
” My blood – like us – is a wildfire. It burns me from the inside, leaves my fingertips tingling, and my heart pumping faster than it ever has before.
“Jesus, Libby. I’m back now. I did keep my promise, because I’m back now. ”
“Oh God.” Her pussy flutters and grips my length.
Her lips come back to mine, tongue, teeth, breath and desperation.
Her nails score my skin, and her breath scorches my lungs.
She found the page I’ve always been on. From zero to sixty, she caught up and is holding on, and though tomorrow might kill us both, she rides tonight with me, fearlessly, unrepentant, until my orgasm draws up, and her panting becomes a cry when I hold her down and trigger her release.
My teeth clamp down over the uninjured side of her lip, my hands bruising as I hold her down, and as her pussy crushes and holds me prisoner, I come hard enough that my lungs struggle to draw a breath.
More than twenty years of longing. Of hoping. Of fighting simply to live.
Twenty years of wondering, of hunger, of tears and grief.
And then a week of danger, of desperation, of nearness, but rejection.
I hold on to her trim body and surge to my knees as jets of cum escape my body with an almost violence, only to enter hers and claim her for my own.
This was a certain outcome, decided forever ago. And finally, finally , we close that chapter, only to open another just as the universe intended when a boy and a girl met in a dark club.