Chapter 13 #7
Then, with a low growl, he flipped me effortlessly onto my back, reclaiming his place above me.
His mouth returned to my chest, worshipping every inch as his hand wandered lower – slow and teasing, until he found the centre of me, which was already soaked.
He stroked me softly at first, then deeper, more purposeful, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me, aching, desperate for more.
I wanted him inside me at that moment – but not just yet.
At first, I thought I was hallucinating; maybe I’d just imagined it.
But then came the unmistakable sound: a soft, persistent scratching opposite the bed, paired with a dramatic meow chorus.
Yep, Toby was outside my bedroom door, meowing for his life.
He wasn’t used to me locking him out of my bedroom and I guess he’d decided to protest. I tried to ignore him, but apparently Theo got the memo too.
‘Oh, someone’s annoyed I’m in here then?
’ he said, chuckling softly as he leaned in to kiss me.
Turning my attention back to Theo, I parted my legs wider as he bent over the bed to retrieve a condom from his jeans, which were lying by the bed.
I briefly looked down to catch a cheeky glimpse of what he was working with downstairs and was very happy with what I saw.
One of the many reasons why he was so popular on the site, I suppose.
I tried to drown out the noise of Toby’s cries and focused on the activity at hand; Theo had rolled the condom on with expert precision and leaned into me yet again.
‘Are you ready?’ he breathed softly as he stared at me intensely, before slowly kissing my neck.
‘Yes,’ I mouthed quietly. This was it. Everything had built up to this moment.
‘Meow!’ came a long whine from behind the bedroom door yet again.
‘SHUT UP TOBY!’ I shouted; I’d had enough. Why was he trying to ruin Mama’s groove? At that moment, Theo and I erupted into fits of laughter; this wasn’t ideal, but whatever.
‘OK, OK, I’m serious now, I’m ready. Dive in,’ I said, shutting my eyes.
‘Dive in? Who says that?’ Theo said in between laughs.
‘Hey, hey! Don’t get distracted now, you were doing so well a few minutes ago – you’re on the clock if you don’t remember. Get to fucking!’
‘I … Jeeze, you’re hilarious,’ he said, struggling to control his laughter at this point. He then made a mock salute as he spread my legs a bit wider. ‘Aye aye, ma’am. Right away, ma’am.’
He eased into me slowly, tenderly, until there was no space left between us, like a dam breaking, releasing a wave of feeling from somewhere deep within me. He started out slow, like he was teasing me on purpose. Each deep, lazy thrust had me squirming, half whining, half laughing.
‘Having fun?’ he asked, smirking down at me like he already knew the answer.
‘You’re the worst,’ I muttered, breathless, and then he shifted gears, hips snapping harder, faster, knocking the air right out of me. Was this what it felt like to be put through the mattress? God.
‘Oh my god – OK, OK, you’re not the worst,’ I gasped, clinging to him like my life depended on it. ‘You’re … alarmingly good, actually.’
You’re talking too much. Shut up and enjoy it, knobhead.
Every time he moved, it was this mix of pleasure and something deeper, and suddenly it was like we were speaking a language only we understood.
I held onto him, not wanting the moment to end, just wanting more – of him, of us together, of everything.
He grinned, and kept going, his rhythm picking up, his manhood hitting that perfect spot that made my back arch and my brain go fuzzy.
I tried to say something witty, something smart, which looking back, probably wasn’t the best time, but all that came out was a string of broken moans.
‘You were saying?’ he teased, sweat beading on his forehead as he drove into me with purpose now – no games, just the kind of pace that said we were both chasing that same electrifying end.
I could feel it building, my thighs tightening around him, nails digging into his back.
‘Don’t stop,’ I breathed, ‘seriously, if you stop now, I will fucking haunt you.’
‘I’d let you too,’ he said with a grunt.
And we both came – me first, coming hard with a cry that might’ve woken my next-door neighbour, and him right after, with a deep groan and one last, perfect thrust.
He collapsed beside me, breathless, sweaty, grinning like an idiot.
‘So,’ he said, ‘was that … medium haunting, or full poltergeist?’
I burst out laughing, still half delirious. ‘You’re such an idiot.’
So much for me taking control. He’d completely wrecked me, in the best way.
Theo turned towards me, breathing rapidly as he coaxed a stray hair from my face.
He looked almost angelic in a way. Outside of the sexual pleasure, I’d never had anyone make me feel that way before; so desired, so seen.
Like I was beautiful in a way I hadn’t known I could be. I wanted to feel this way all the time.
He grinned at me as he pulled me close to him.
No words were exchanged as I buried my head into his chest, absorbing his scent, the taste of his sweat and feeling comfort with his body being intertwined in mine.
I felt at peace as I lay there, with him gently caressing my shoulder blades as I slowly fell asleep in his arms.
Best use of ￡600 ever.