7. Mia
7
MIA
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t want to run away now. There’s something in the air that makes my stomach feel warm. I haven’t even touched Theo, but since he’s entered my house and talked to me in that tone of voice, since he started talking about the past, I’ve felt myself slowly getting wet.
When he and I used to date, I was a virgin. I hadn’t been sure what I wanted, and I had been scared to do anything my parents wouldn’t approve of. But now, I’m not a virgin. I lost my virginity long ago, and I know exactly what I want.
I am already undressing Theo in my mind. The furthest I got as a kid was seeing him in his boxers, but in my mind, his boxers come off and I take him in my hand, guide him to me, and…
That’s when I nod at Theo. If he wants to kiss me, stoke this fire I have for him, then I’m not going to stop him. I’m not going to prevent him from running his hands up and down my skin and making me feel sexy.
Theo takes three big steps across the room so he is directly in front of me. Then, he places his hands on my hips, and I realize he has grown a few inches since high school. He smells like mint, and he’s cleanly shaven. These are all little details I didn’t notice at the tiki bar because I was so overwhelmed with what was happening.
Then, he bends down and kisses me gently. I didn’t know that Theo could be gentle, not after he came storming into my house demanding I sell. But this man, the one kissing me, is a different creature.
My body instantly feels hotter, and I cautiously bring my hands up to the side of Theo’s face, rubbing my thumbs against his smooth, smooth skin.
I feel Theo’s hands start to press harder into me, molding my skin to the shape of his hands. Then, they slide up, up, ever so slightly.
His thumb grazes the side of my bra, and I gasp a little, pulling back from his mouth. Theo’s hands move to my spine, and he pulls me toward him again.
It’s then that I feel he’s as hard as a rock. His dick is pressing into my stomach like some sort of magic wand, and I start to lose my reason. My hands take on a life of their own, and they slowly slide down Theo’s chest.
I get closer and closer to the end of his T-shirt. Part of me is reminding me that this is the man who is trying to take my house away, but the other part of me is saying that this is Theo—my first boyfriend.
I know him, but I don’t know him. I never saw him naked, and everything in me wants to see him naked right now. I wonder how he would react if I unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the ground.
I feel a warm wetness in my panties, and I push my body even harder against Theo’s. Suddenly, it’s like I can’t breathe. His kisses are taking over my thoughts. I can’t think rationally.
Then, Theo pulls back from my mouth. My lips feel swollen, but I’m not ready for this moment to end. “Theo?—”
But he’s just moving his lips to another spot on me. He’s kissing my neck, using his tongue to draw patterns across my skin, and I suck in a breath. Theo’s hands are back on my bra. He’s undoing it through my shirt so my bra hangs loosely around my breasts. Then, his hands go still on the other side of my shirt, and he starts to massage them slowly.
I feel my legs clenching in anticipation. I know what I want. I slowly tilt my head back so Theo can do whatever he wants to my neck.
My hands slowly drift downward. Now, they really aren’t under my control, and I feel Theo through his pants. He’s long and hard…and thick. And the want I felt for him before is nothing in comparison to the desire that floods through me now.
My mind flashes forward to me on the dining room table and him shoving himself inside me. I would scream his name as he made me come.
I unzip his pants and reach through the fly. He doesn’t react as I grab him. Then, he sucks in air as I slowly undo the button on his jeans, and they hang loosely around his hips.
It only takes a push from my fingers for them to fall to the ground. I try to turn. I want to see his boxers. I want to see him through his boxers, but I can’t. Theo has my head at an angle to give him access to my neck, so I can’t move.
But I can feel him. I slide my hand up and down his length, feeling how warm it is in my hand even through his boxers.
Then, Theo reaches for the waistband of my leggings and starts to work them down my hips. I want him. God how much I want him.
But a little bit of common sense starts to kick in in the back of my mind. If I do this with him, there’s no going back. He’s trying to get me out of his property. Is this some sort of negotiation tactic? And as soon as that idea crosses my mind, there’s no going back.
I slowly extract myself from his grasp. He’s breathing heavily, but he doesn’t move as I put two long strides between us. Then, I turn, and I see exactly how big he is. I couldn’t see him when he was kissing my neck and my head was tilted back, but now , I can see him.
And everything in me is saying I should close the space between us again. I should grab him and lead him to me. I should give us both the pleasure we want.
But I don’t. I just stand there staring at him. It only takes a moment for Theo to realize we’re done, that we’re not going any further. He reaches for his pants and pulls them up around his waist, buckling them into place. Then, he just studies me for a moment. There’s no hint of embarrassment on his face, no hint of guilt or realization that we took things too far.
He just looks like some sort of model, posed beside my dining room table with a distant look in his eyes. “Well, you know where I am if you…change your mind,” Theo says.
He glances at the documents on the table, and I wonder if he means about selling the house or about putting him inside me. Theo slowly gathers the documents, and I watch, not moving until he’s put the last paper into his folder.
Then, he holds the folder out to me, and I accept it. I’m not sure why, but it seems like the right thing to do. It doesn’t mean I’m accepting his offer, but I don’t have to be rude to him.
Theo nods to the door. “I can see myself out.”
Then, with confidence still infusing his strides, Theo heads to the front door. It opens then closes behind him. I listen as his footsteps tap down the front porch steps then disappear.
Still, I don’t move for another minute.
When I feel like I’m fully alone, I set the file down carefully on the dining room table. I run a hand through my dark, wavy hair and start pacing from the dining room to the kitchen and back again.
I can’t believe how close I came to doing something that’s not undoable.
“God, Mia, are you sixteen? Control your hormones a little bit.”
I want to call a friend, to tell Zoey maybe what happened, but I feel so embarrassed that I gave into temptation, even if it was just a little bit, that I’m not sure I can tell the story without blushing.
No, what I need right now isn’t to talk to someone and relive my stupid mistakes. I need to go to bed. I glance at the file folder that Theo left. It’s the only indication he was really here, that I didn’t just imagine he was here.
And then, I can’t help it. I’m so horny, and I know I’m not going to be able to sleep when I feel this hot. I shove my leggings and underwear to the ground and hop up on the end of the table, spreading my legs like I wanted Theo for do.
Then, I slide my finger down to my clit and start touching myself. I imagine Theo’s tongue on my neck, working its magic again, and his touch is so recent I can almost feel him really kissing me. I imagine it's his finger instead of mine swirling itself in rhythmic circles, running through my warm wetness.
I almost can’t breathe as I stick two fingers inside myself, wishing it could be Theo’s dick. I lean back against the table, my eyes slammed shut as I picture Theo’s chiseled, clean-shaven face and his dick, the one I felt but didn’t see. I imagine it’s him pushing into me.
“Harder,” I say, my voice loud in the quiet room. I imagine Theo slamming his hips into me, shoving himself completely inside, grabbing me hard so that I’ll come.
And then I do. I come right on the dining room table.
I breathe heavily, extracting my fingers and just lying there for a moment before I realize I am going to fall asleep here if I don’t move.
I shuffle to the one downstairs bedroom and duck under the covers, not bothering to shower or brush my teeth. I just want to go to sleep with this warm, satisfied feeling filling me.
But then, next door, the sound of a jackhammer starts up. My eyes fly open, and I glance at the clock. It’s 10:30. Again! He did this same thing last night.
I march to the window and yank back the blinds, but it’s mostly dark. It’s difficult to see exactly what he’s working on. Why the hell does he need to work so late and so loudly and only a few feet from my window?
I think about marching out there and staring him down, but it didn’t work last time. I don’t think it’s going to work this time.
Disappointed that we’re back in the same place we were, but glad I didn’t end up sleeping with the jackass, I turn on some white noise on my phone and try to get to sleep. I’m not able to drift off, though, until Theo finally stops a little while later.
I just have to pray he finishes his construction before I have guests move in, because I can just imagine the terrible reviews I’ll receive if he’s running a jackhammer at all hours.
Stomach sinking, I wonder if that’s his plan. If I won’t sell him the house, then he’ll make it impossible for my guests to have a pleasant time.
I force myself to close my eyes. I can’t keep thinking about what could or could not happen. Construction has to finish eventually. That’s a promise to myself as much as to my future guests.
And if it doesn’t, then I might go over there and take care of destroying the jackhammer myself.