Chapter 23 #2
He smirks and waits for me to obey, then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants. He nudges them down just enough to reveal a teasing strip of pale, creamy skin and the delicate edge of deep maroon lace. “I’m so glad you came to your senses, because it would be a shame to waste this.”
“Waste what?” I ask, voice strained.
He gives me that confident little smile again as his pants dip lower, revealing more of the intricate lace. “What do you think, Dante? Do my colors match okay?”
His sweatpants slide to the floor, leaving him in nothing but the deep maroon lace panties and thigh-high black stockings. I want to know what the delicate lace feels like against his skin, and if it’s left faint marks behind like secret etchings on his flesh.
“Oh holy fuck,” I groan as he drags his palm slowly up his crotch, where his hard cock strains desperately against the fabric. He’s small and beautifully proportional, the perfect size to fill my hand or be swallowed by my mouth.
He takes an exaggerated step toward me, and my cock throbs painfully against my jeans as I watch him, utterly transfixed.
“Are you enjoying the view?” he asks, spinning slowly so I catch a glimpse of the thin thong that frames his perfect, round ass.
After a playful little wiggle, he turns to face me again and moves closer.
My body feels like a furnace, overheated and on edge, almost foreign as I fight not to lose these final threads of control.
Another step brings him directly in front of me.
He stands with his feet spread wide, letting me drink him in.
His cock is rigid, fighting against the satin, while his smooth balls are tucked neatly inside.
There isn’t a single hair on his body.
“Look at what you do to me.” He runs his hands down the front of his body, dragging his palm down his cock.
“Fuck, Theo,” I whine.
“Do you want me to take over?”
“What?” I ask, eyes snapping up to his.
He leans closer and brushes his thumb along my jaw, eyes searching mine with gentle understanding. “I know how much control means to you. If you need it, I’ll stop and let you run the show. But if you want to let go… I’ve got you.”
The offer hits me like a lifeline and a surrender all at once. My throat tightens, but the trust in his gaze makes the decision feel inevitable.
“Yeah,” I breathe, the word barely audible. I swallow hard and nod, forcing myself to hold his eyes. “Take over. I… I want you to.”
Theo’s expression softens with something deep and tender. He presses a slow kiss to my lips, then rests his forehead against mine.
“Good boy,” he whispers, voice warm with approval. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” He smiles and guides my hand over his cock, letting me feel the warm, slick evidence of his arousal that blooms over the fabric.
His knees drop to either side of my hips as he straddles my lap.
My free hand slides around him, tracing over the sheer stockings before tucking under the panties to find those etchings I wondered about pressed lightly into his skin.
I trace the indents reverently before skating across the exposed, silky skin of his thighs and up to the crease where lace meets flesh.
He whimpers my name as his cock flexes against the satin. We both watch, mesmerized, as my fingertips drift slowly up and down the rigid outline of his shaft.
“Look at you,” I mutter, voice rough, letting my touch coast over every inch, memorizing every tiny twitch and shiver. “You are beautiful, sunshine. You’re the most incredible thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
His full weight settles onto my lap, and my head falls back against the couch with a groan as he grinds down against me in a slow, deliberate roll. It steals the breath from my lungs as I realize there’s nothing more than fabric separating us.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmurs, hands roaming across my torso before grabbing the hem of my shirt.
I lean forward just enough for him to tug it off and toss it aside.
His fingers thread through the hair on my chest, giving it the smallest teasing tug.
He grips my shoulders for leverage as he sways above me, rolling his body in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
His hips swing forward, dragging the length of his cock along mine, and I pant like a fucking animal. It takes almost no time before my balls draw up tight, begging for release, and I haven’t even gotten my jeans off yet.
Every inch of me is on fire. I’m burning up, ready to explode, and I know I can’t hold on much longer as he presses into my lap and grinds.
“Fuck, Theo,” I rasp, “give me a minute—” My breath comes in desperate, ragged gasps as he rides me.
The pounding heat in my core grows stronger with every roll of his hips. “You’re going to—”
“What am I going to do?” His fingertips trail over my chest until he traces my nipples. “Am I going to make you come, baby?”
My hips jerk up into him as I grit my teeth and nod.
“Theo,” I whimper, my gaze dropping to his cock pressing against the lace.
My hand squeezes his ass, and he releases a loud, broken moan before leaning forward to claim my mouth again.
He sucks my tongue between his lips as his perfect body continues to move against mine.
“Take it,” he murmurs against my lips. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of his ass as I thrust up to meet him, the tension inside me coiling tighter and tighter until it borders on painful.
No matter how hard I fight, straining my thigh muscles and trying to regain control, it’s useless.
My hips drive up into him again and again, and I whimper helplessly into his kiss.
I rip my mouth from his, a string of broken curses spilling through clenched teeth. It’s too much—too much sensation, too much want—and I’m powerless against my body’s demands.
I fight it with everything I have. My thighs lock tight, muscles straining as I try to hold back the inevitable. My hips stutter, jaw clenched so hard it aches, desperate to keep some shred of control. But the pressure is merciless and keeps building until it finally snaps.
“Theo,” I whine again.
“That’s it, baby,” he purrs as he swivels his hips in a devastating circle. “You can let go now.”
My head snaps back as release barrels down my spine, and I thrust upwards and hold. A raw, guttural moan tears from deep in my chest as my entire world fractures.