Chapter 27
Jamal King
“Hey,” I whisper as Theo opens his eyes. He lights up when he sees me, and I cuddle into him. I left to grab us breakfast, and when I came back, he plastered himself to me like another layer of skin. “You hungry? There’s food.” I motion to the desk with a tray from our breakfast buffet.
“You left?” he says in an accusatory tone.
“But I came back with food.” I hold back my laugh as his stomach growls in response. “There’s coffee too.”
Theo perks up; he’s the type that needs caffeine in the morning. “You are my king, Your Majesty.” His words, combined with his smile, make my heart stop. I’d accuse him of joking, but he’d take offense to that. He carefully rolls over me, staying away from my bruise.
I smack his ass. “Sorry I fell asleep on you last night.”
He grins at me over his shoulder. “You’re cute when you sleep.”
“I’m not cute,” I huff, but take the cup of herbal tea he hands me.
“Says you.” Theo sets the tray of food between us. “What do you want to do? We’ve got a couple of hours before the bus takes us to the airport. Have our social coordinators set up fun bonding activities?” He means Lucky and Benz, and I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not.
“You,” I answer, too nervous to eat.
“Me what?” Theo takes a bite of a blueberry muffin.
“You asked what I want to do, and my answer is you.” I watch his eyes dilate, and he stops chewing the muffin. “Would you want to? No pressure.” I grew up in a house with lots of open communication, and I’ve never been shy about asking for what I want.
Until now. His answer matters to me.
Theo chokes on the bite of muffin and washes it down with coffee. I should’ve waited to ask. I don’t know if he’s a bottom or a top; we’ve never discussed it. And I have no experience, so I don’t have a preference.
He moves the tray of food, and I swear my heart beats so loudly it echoes around the room. Theo’s fingers lightly trace the bruise on my side. Gray’s already seen it, and there’s not much I can do.
“It depends.” His palm flattens over my bruise like he’s trying to heal it with his thoughts.
“On what?” I catch myself before I nervously rub the scar under my chin.
“We have to be careful so you don’t hurt yourself more,” he says, and my head bobs in agreement. “And”—his eyes drop to the bed—“what are we doing? Hooking up or more?” He forces a harsh edge into his voice to cover how hard the question was to ask.
Cautiously, I pick up his hand to kiss his palm. “I don’t do hookups. I’d rather be exclusive if we’re together.” One thing I’ve learned is that Theo surprises me, and I can’t assume what he wants.
“I’m not good at sharing,” he confesses, and shakes his head. “You know the whole spoiled only child thing.”
“Same.” I dip under his bent head to kiss him. “Sharing brings out the devil in me.”
Theo smiles against my lips and grabs my ass to roll me on top of him. “I’d love to see the devil in you.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I tease, and lose some of my nerve. “So how do ya wanna… What’s your… I have supplies,” I finish lamely.
Theo maneuvers on top of me. “Hmm,” he hums, and kisses down my neck to my chest. He grunts at my tank top and takes it off. “Much better.” He sucks my pec until it stings, and I’m surprised I like it. “I think you’ll make an excellent boyfriend.” Theo runs a finger over the mark he left.
“Boyfriend?” I question. It’s a big leap from him hating me. The logical part of my brain says it’s too soon, but another part points out that even my therapist acknowledges my brain has declared him safe, which is rare, and my gut is telling me to quit worrying.
“What would you call it when you’re the only person I’ll let fuck me and we don’t share?”
I’m hot and cold at the same time. Burning for him and frozen by the enormity of it. From his statement, I assume he’s only topped…but he’ll bottom for me. Give me his body in the most intimate way. I wrestle him onto his back and straddle him.
“I don’t deserve that.” My hands splay on his chest as I grind against him.
“You’re the only one who does.” He captures the back of my head to bring our lips together.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I lower myself on him.
“You don’t need to brag about the size of your dick.” Both his hands seize my ass as he thrusts up, angled away from the side with my bruise.
“I’m serious. You don’t want to injure my ribs, which would be much easier to explain than your sore ass.” I strip us both naked.
“I’ve used toys bigger than you.” He spreads my cheeks, and his fingers massage my crease.
“I’ll have to watch that.” I suck his pec where he sucked mine so we’ll have matching marks.
He pushes me back when I’m done. “Seriously, I want you to fuck me. We can take it slow, and maybe I won’t enjoy it, but I want to try with you.”
I’m choked up and don’t trust my voice, so I tell him with my kiss how much that means to me. We’re both rock hard and frotting enough to make me come. It’s tempting to keep going and not endure the awkwardness of my first time ever and his first time taking a dick.
“You have supplies?” he asks breathlessly—and decision made. We’re doing this.
I lead him into the bathroom.
“Maj, you’re a Boy Scout,” he teases when he sees my travel kit. He takes a few minutes, and I pace outside the bathroom.
I should let him fuck me first because I got no idea what I’m doing. His first time shouldn’t be with me. What if I’m awful? What if he hates it? It’s too soon. I should’ve waited longer.
“Stop.” Theo hugs my waist from behind. “We don’t have to do anything if it makes you anxious. I’ll blow you, get your mind out of panic mode, and then you can decide if we continue.” He’s so gentle. I can’t believe he’s the same guy who used to attack me on the ice.
Being that person must’ve been exhausting for him. Like my anxiety is exhausting for me. Theo gives me courage.
“I’m fine. Better now with you.” I spin in his arms to kiss him. “Can’t believe we’re going to do this. I’m dying.” Dying from want, from nerves, from the unknown, but he steadies me.
“I’m a lifesaver like that.” He picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I’ve never been picked up and thrown, and fuck, it’s sexy. “How do you want me?” Theo starfish-dives on the bed. Lube and condoms are on a pillow.
He knows exactly how to get me out of my head without making me feel stupid.
“Head on the pillow.” I haul him up.
“FYI, you being bossy really does it for me.” Theo strokes his cock as if to prove his point.
Grabbing the lube, I plant open-mouthed kisses down his body.
“Didn’t think you’d be a tease,” he grumbles, hitching his hips up to get his cock closer to my face. I bypass his length and push his knees out to suck on his inner thigh. “Your lips will be the death of me.” He tears the do-rag off my head to run his fingers through my hair.
Again, I consider leaving it natural for him. Or maybe selfishly for me and the way he’s captivated by it.
The sound of the lube snapping open is deafening in the quiet room. Theo bends his knees, giving me full access to his ass. My man has the perfect peach of an ass. I’ve always been salty about the reference since it clearly favors lighter skin. But his round, milky skin looks good enough to eat.
As I kiss the tip of his cock and lick his shaft, Theo melts into the bed. When he relaxes, I trace his rim with my tongue, and we both groan. I bury my nose in his pubic hair to inhale his unique scent of cedarwood and musk.
He’s already ruined me, and I haven’t fucked him yet. His cheeks tighten as I stiffen my tongue to breach him. My hand automatically strokes him. I’ve never done this, but I’ve watched enough porn and had enough conversations with camboys to confidently continue.
Theo tastes incredible, a little spicy and musky. I smile at him being spicy and the way his entire body flushed while eating jambalaya. I’ll get him used to spiciness.
He’s lost his inhibitions and pumps his hips so I’m tongue-fucking him. I could spend days eating him, but we both want more. He’s leaking all over my hand, and I’m tempted to taste his precum. A feral growl leaves my throat, and Theo whimpers, pushing his ass back on my mouth.
It’s the perfect distraction as I lube my fingers and massage his hole. His body tenses, but I go slowly.
“You spread out for me like this is a dream come true. Look at how beautiful you are,” I praise, and his tension fades. I time my strokes with my mouth going a touch deeper every time.
Soon Theo’s pushing back on my finger. “More,” he pants.
I add another, and his erection softens, but it chubs up with more praise and stretching.
“You’re teasing me again.” He props himself up on his elbows.
“No, Kitten, I’m getting you ready for my fat dick.
” I’m rewarded by his eyes rolling back into his head.
I scissor my fingers and swallow his balls.
Every part of him tastes like the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.
I search for his prostate, and his back arches off the bed while he lets out a howl. “I love the way you sound.”
I’m on edge watching him and should’ve thought this through. Maybe a blowjob before sex would’ve been better because I’ll probably come as soon as I get in his tight hole.
“Can you take another?” I ask, and clock that he doesn’t tense up.
“If you’re giving it, I’m taking it.” Theo’s eyes burn like emeralds in sunlight.
I add more lube and a third finger, going straight for his sweet spot. After a minute, he’s fucking himself on my fingers and pulling my mouth off his cock. It takes less than a second for me to rip open a condom and earn his glare.
“We don’t actually need those.” He lifts his chin as if the rubber offends him.
I hover above him and notch myself at his entrance. “We are responsible adults, so we’re getting retested to be safe, and then we’ll go without.” I plunge in harder than I mean to, furious at his reckless side and shocked at how much I want it too.
“More,” Theo demands, lifting up to impale himself on my cock.
My cheek grazes his collarbone. “I need a minute, or this will be over.”
Theo’s cocky laugh helps me focus on that rather than how his body hugs me. A few deep breaths and I’m ready to move.
“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had,” Theo orders.