Theo
F or just a moment, I was scared someone else was coming into the little bathroom, but then the door opened wider, and a fiery redhead with flushed cheeks and a glassy gaze stepped inside.
She pressed her back against the door, pale skin speckled with blush. I leaned against the wall, watching as she tried to make up her mind. Did she want to be here? Did she want to leave?
“Why am I in here?” she asked, though it seemed rhetorical.
“I don’t know, Brynne. You tell me.”
I dragged my gaze down her body, taking in every inch of her flawless form. Wide, curvy hips, heavy breasts, soft stomach all contained in a black slip of a dress. Her tattoo snaked down her arm in intricate swirls I wanted to trace and explore.
There wasn’t an inch of her I didn’t want to explore.
Her heels made her a few inches taller, but I still towered over her. Her hair was in loose, messy waves around her shoulders, and her gold jewelry glinted in the dim bathroom lighting.
She was perfect .
“That was—why did you do that?” she whispered.
I lifted my shoulder. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“That’s not the point.”
A smile spread across my lips. She did enjoy it—she was just fighting her feelings about it.
“You look so fucking good, I can’t stand it,” I said. “I had to feel you.”
“But—there?” Her chest rose with a deep breath. “Anyone could’ve caught us.”
“Isn’t that part of the fun, Red? We’ve talked about this. About how I want someone to catch me making you come.”
She blew out a laugh, her cheeks puffing out. “They’d be so pissed,” she said, and I shook my head.
“No, they won’t.”
Her lips rolled between her teeth. “Ronan saw us.”
“And? Did he say anything to you?”
“No,” she said softly. “But he knows.”
“And?” I repeated.
She threw her arm out, letting it slap the side of her hip, exasperated. “I don’t know, Theo. Don’t you think it’s going to be awkward now? He—he probably thinks there’s something else going on between us.”
“Something like that ?” I asked, tipping my head toward the door.
Those honey-brown eyes flicked between mine.
“Don’t do that,” she said.
“What?”
“Don’t back me into a corner with a question like that.”
“It wouldn’t be the end of the world if they knew,” I said, but she just stared at me.
“Why am I in here, Theo?” she said again. “We can’t have sex. So?—”
Reaching down, I grazed my palm over my hard cock beneath my jeans, silencing her. Her throat delicately bobbed as she swallowed, her eyes tracking my movements.
“No sex,” I agreed. “Just fun, right? So, let’s have some fun, Red.”
Brown eyes stared back at me. “What kind of fun?”
“What are you willing to do?”
The question hung in the air, thick and palpable.
What was she willing to do?
What was I?
Anything.
I saw the moment her answer solidified in her mind. She shoved off the door, flipping the lock before she sauntered across the small room, hips swaying. The light caught the fabric as she moved, making it look like water gliding over her body.
When she got close enough, she rested her hand on my chest.
“What do you want me to do, Playboy?” she murmured. “Tell me what you want.”
She reached down, fingers dragging teasingly over my hard length. The back of my head pressed into the unforgiving wall, my jaw tensing.
“I want you on your knees with my cock down your throat.”
Even though she tried to play it cool, a shocked gasp fell from her lips. I tilted my head to the side, trying to make sure that was what she wanted as well.
“Here?” she whispered, looking around.
A bar bathroom wasn’t ideal, but we couldn’t go outside without everyone at our table seeing us. And once we were outside, where could we go? My little ass car? She drove here with Trin, and I wouldn’t use my sister’s car for this.
“Only if you want to, baby,” I said softly, reaching up to drag my fingers through her hair. “Or I can wait until I get home to fuck my fist.”
A deeper blush settled on her cheeks. She licked her lips.
“You’d be fine if I said I didn’t want to do it?” she asked, and somehow, I felt like it was a test. Like she wanted this, but had to make sure my answer was the right one before we moved forward.
“Of course.” I stroked my thumb over her smooth cheek. “I’d never pressure you into anything you weren’t enthusiastic about.”
“How gentlemanly of you,” she teased. Then she pushed onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to my jaw. “But I’ll get on my knees for you, Playboy. Do you want my hands tied behind my back, too?”
“Fuck, baby.” A low groan came from deep in my throat. Yes , I wanted that. But… “Not tonight. Not here. Another time.”
She kissed me again, just a teasing brush of her lips against mine before she trailed them down my jaw to my neck. “I should give you a million hickies as payback,” she muttered, sinking her teeth into the sensitive flesh of my neck.
“I don’t see any on you.”
I closed my eyes, my body responding to everything she did.
I kept my hands at my sides, letting her explore my body.
“I covered them with ten pounds of makeup,” she murmured.
Her hands dragged down my chest, over my abs.
Finally, she settled them on my belt, fumbling with it before moving onto the button.
Ripping it open, she dragged the zipper down, all while licking, sucking, biting my neck.
“But you should see them—you left your mark all over me.”
“ Fuck .”
I wanted to wipe the makeup off and see for myself. I wanted to tell her to never cover them up again, to proudly show them off.
She sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. I tugged my jeans and boxers down enough for my cock to spring free. Her eyes widened as she stared at it, her chest filling with air as she took a deep breath.
“Bigger than I remember,” she muttered. I ran my fingers gently through her hair.
“Just take what you can, baby,” I whispered.
“But keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch you the whole time.” She nodded a few times, her gaze flicking between my cock and eyes.
When it was clear she wouldn’t make the first move, I fisted her hair, gently craning her head back.
“Open your mouth for me, Red. Stick your tongue out.”
She did as she was told, her tongue falling past her lips. I rested the head of my cock against it and groaned. It was so fucking hot and wet, so smooth. So fucking perfect.
Slowly, she trailed her tongue along my tip, teasing my head until I gripped her hair tighter. “That feels so good,” I said. “Wrap your lips around me.”
She did.
Slowly, her lips closed around the tip of my cock, her tongue lapping against me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking on me like her favorite treat.
I wanted to thrust forward, shove my cock down her throat, watch her choke and gag on me. But I didn’t want to ruin her makeup. Not tonight, at least.
“Deeper, baby,” I rasped, slowly pressing my hips forward. She relaxed her tongue, letting me slide in. I watched my cock disappear into her mouth, watched her lip gloss coat my dick.
And the whole time, she kept her eyes locked on mine.
“We need to hurry,” I said. “They’re waiting for us.”
As if those words awoke something in her, she doubled down. She lifted her hand, wrapping it around my base, squeezing and twisting as she sucked my cock as deep as she could.
Eyes watering, she didn’t stop. My fingers tightened in her fiery hair, my body trembling as she stroked me with the inside of her mouth.
“You look so fucking good on your knees,” I gritted through my teeth. “Rub your pussy for me, baby. I want you to come again.”
Her eyes flashed, but she dropped her free hand from my thigh and slipped it between hers.
“That’s it, baby. Push those wet panties to the side and rub your clit.”
She whimpered around my cock, the vibrations shooting down my shaft. My hand tightened in her hair, only making her whimper again. I tried to let go, tried to loosen my grip, but with the way she rolled her hips, the way she bobbed her head faster, it told me she liked it.
“You want me to grab your hair harder?” I asked through my teeth.
She mumbled around my cock as she nodded. So, I did. I gripped the strands tighter, forcing her head further back as I pushed my cock a little deeper into her mouth. I pushed and pushed until I hit the back of her throat.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmured. “I won’t ruin your makeup tonight. But next time, I won’t stop until you have black streaks down your cheeks.”
Her jaw slackened, and I felt myself slide deeper. Deeper .
“You’ll deep throat my cock next time, won’t you?” I asked, and she nodded again. “Are you close to coming for me, baby?”
Another nod.
“You gonna swallow my cum?” My hips rocked back and forth, faster, harder .
Her hand was a blur between her spread legs, eyes watering, mouth stretched wide open. It took all I had not to fuck her with abandon. To use her mouth the way I wanted.
But I held myself back.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmured. “You’ll swallow everything I give you, won’t you?
Otherwise, I’d have to come all over your pretty face and ruin your makeup.
You wouldn’t want that, would you? You wouldn’t want to walk out there and sit at that table with my cum in your hair? With your makeup smeared?”
She made a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan, her thighs trembling.
“You can do it, baby,” I cooed. “Do it. Let me see how pretty you look when you come for me.”
Her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing. She cried out around my cock, and as she came, I fucked into her mouth faster. I gripped her hair harder in my fist, keeping her head still while I came in her mouth.
She sucked and swallowed, murmuring and moaning, her body still shaking with aftershocks. But she didn’t spill a drop. Didn’t stop until I pulled away and leaned heavily against the wall.
We stared at each other, chests heaving, eyes wide. She dabbed the corner of her mouth delicately, and I nearly laughed.
After I tucked myself away, I extended my hand, and she took it, letting me help her to her feet. My arm wrapped around her back, and I pulled her to me. She looked shocked as I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her until we were both breathless again.
“No one has ever kissed me after…”
I shrugged. “If I want to kiss my girl, I’ll kiss my girl.”
A blushed settled deeply on her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze. Somehow, she looked shy despite what we’d just done.
“Your girl?” she repeated quietly, and I nodded.
“I’m sure as hell not sharing you with anyone else,” I said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “So, yeah, Red. You’re my girl.”
“Does that mean you’re mine, too?”
“Of course.”
Maybe it should’ve terrified me how easily I answered her. How easily those two words slipped out without thought.
But it didn’t.
At all.
And that terrified me.
She kissed me again, just a fleeting brush of her lips against my cheek, then moved to the mirror. “You look fine,” I said, meeting her gaze in her reflection.
“My hair is a mess.”
“Gives it character,” I teased, and she rolled her eyes. Moving behind her, I slid my hands over her body, gently cupping and groping her ass. She bent herself over the sink, pressing her lush ass against my cock. “Keep doing that and I’ll throw out that no sex rule.”
She bit her lip, her hands braced on either side of the porcelain. I held onto her hips, grinding my hips forward. In that moment, I would’ve given anything to be able to get hard again.
Finally, she straightened and combed her fingers through her hair. Her tits bounced with her movements, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. My hands stayed on her hips, my cock still grinding against her.
“No sex,” she said breathlessly, then she slipped out of my grasp and headed to the door. Her hair flew as she looked at me over her shoulder. “You coming, Playboy? Or do you need another minute?”
She gave a pointed look at my cock, and I huffed out a laugh. “You’re an evil creature, you know that?”
Brynne only smiled, then disappeared through the door.