Theo #3
“A little,” she admitted. I bent in half, pressing my lips to her forehead. “But excited.”
“Me too.” I handed her the keys, and she hesitantly took them, weighing them in her palms. “I’m going to get a rope. Stay here.”
Her eyes lifted to mine, and whatever was in them made me believe she wasn’t scared, made me fully believe that she trusted me.
Because anyone else hearing the words, “ I’m going to get a rope, ” would likely freak out.
But not her. Not my girl. Instead, she just watched me as I went into the bathroom.
My hands shook as I pulled the soft belt from my bathrobe.
I ran the white strip of fabric through my fingers, savoring the feel of it.
It would be gentle around her wrists, perfect for her first time.
For our first time.
As I turned to leave, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I stared at myself—I felt like my earlier realization was stamped on my face, burning in my eyes. It was right there , obvious to anyone who looked at me.
I loved her .
Would Brynne notice?
Did she feel the same way?
I shook myself and left the bathroom. My heart leapt into my throat at the sight of her. She truly was the most gorgeous person I’d ever seen, but it wasn’t just about her physical looks. It was everything about her.
The softness in her face when she listened to someone speak. It was her way of making you feel seen, heard, and, the most important thing, understood . Even when she was sarcastic, when she was angry, it was never a hateful thing. It always came from a place of light. Of love .
Brynne carried her heart on her sleeve, unabashedly. She wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed of who she was.
I’d known these things about her forever—I’d felt them.
But now, the qualities I’d always liked about her—especially when it came to being Trinity’s best friend—were things I loved about her. Adored about her.
Admired about her.
A smile spread across her face, slow and sensual, but there was a sweet nervousness to it that made my knees weak. With every step, my legs wobbled, and I hoped she wouldn’t notice.
When I got to her, I paused, swallowing thickly.
“Ready?” I asked, and she dipped her head in a slight nod. Her shoulders rose as she took a deep breath, then straightened her spine, keeping her hands clasped behind her back.
“Ready.”
Reaching out, I smoothed my thumb over her cheek once more, then as I rounded her, I dragged my fingertips down her neck, across her shoulders. Gently, I pushed her hair to the side, and bent to trail kisses along the curve of her neck.
“You’re so sweet for letting me do this to you,” I murmured, my voice vibrating against her. She smiled again, redness crawling from the center of her chest up her neck. “Thank you.”
I dropped to a knee, and gently wrapped the soft belt around her wrists, binding them tight enough so she couldn’t move, but loose enough to not hurt or cut off circulation.
She tested the bindings a few times, and watching her struggle to free herself only made my cock thicken in my pants.
Made it harden until it was nearly painful.
“How’s that?” I rasped.
“Good.” Her voice came out breathy. Soft .
I moved in front of her again, my gaze on hers as I dropped my hand to my belt.
Her tongue dragged along her lower lip as she watched me slip it through the loops on my pants before dropping it to the floor.
Slowly, maybe too slowly, I removed the rest of my clothes, and she watched with rapt attention.
Finally, I fisted my cock, groaning as I dragged my hand along my length. A whimper sounded in the back of her throat, and I smirked.
“Like that, baby?” I asked, my voice husky.
It seemed all she could do was nod.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I told her, stepping forward. “I don’t care about keeping your makeup perfect tonight. When I’m done with you, there won’t be any left. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” she breathed.
It made me freeze—the word sent a bolt of heat through my body, and my cock grew impossibly harder. Fuck. I had no idea that word would make me feel… like this .
Her eyes widened like she hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but I stepped forward, trying to act like I wasn’t about to burst by the name alone.
“Good girl,” I murmured. Reaching out, I threaded my fingers into her thick hair, yanking her head back. She gasped at the roughness of it, and I paused, letting her adjust. Letting her safe word out. But she didn’t. “You okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“And you remember to drop the keys if things are too much?”
“I will,” she promised, her tongue dragging along her lips. “Don’t hold yourself back, Theo. Do what you want to me. Use me how you need to.”
My fist tightened in her hair as I pulled her forward. “Open your mouth for me,” I said, watching as her shiny lips parted, her soft pink tongue falling from her mouth.
I dragged my cockhead over it, my jaw tensing at the velvety, warm feel. Slowly, I pressed inside, just the tip, teasing her, preparing her.
Her jaw relaxed, and her mouth opened wider. I slid farther in, my gaze flicking between her eyes and her mouth. I wanted to let go, like she asked, but I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t want to hurt her.
She shifted her arms, whimpering when she couldn’t pull them apart.
“Is it too much for you?” I asked, and she shook her head as much as she could. “Can I give you more?” A nod, then excitement flashed in her eyes.
Slowly, I pushed forward, watching as more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth. Her lips stretched around me, her little moans and whimpers sending waves of vibrations down my shaft.
My hand tightened in her hair as I held her in place as I pushed deeper. I bumped the back of her throat and pulled back slightly, but she didn’t gag. Didn’t drop the keys.
So, I thrust forward, this time not stopping. Her eyes watered as I shoved into her, feeling the muscle of her throat stretch to accommodate me. I paused, gauging her reaction, but she pressed forward, taking more of me.
I pulled her head back by her hair as I jerked my hips away.
“You’re not in charge,” I told her, watching as she panted to catch her breath.
Saliva dripped from her mouth, down her neck.
“You don’t get to pick what pace we go. You don’t get to choose how much of my cock you get in your throat.
Do you understand me? I’ll give you only what I want, and nothing more. ”
“Yes, Sir ,” she said again, breathless, emphasizing sir . “But I can take it. Don’t hold back.”
“I’m not.” I kissed her forehead gently. “I’m going slowly so I don’t hurt you. Your safety is more important than my pleasure.”
A smile melted across her face, her body swaying closer to mine.
“Now, be my good girl and open your mouth again.”
This time, when my cock hit her throat, she stayed still. Her eyes were on mine, tears filling them as I slid deeper. I groaned, my fist tightening in her hair as I felt her throat stretch around me again.
“That’s it,” I ground out. “God, your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I pulled back so she could breathe, then pressed forward again, this time going even deeper. Gathering her hair in both my hands, I fucked into her mouth in slow, firm thrusts. She closed her eyes, a deep blush settling on her face.
“Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes.”
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared up at me. I groaned at the hooded look, the glint shining in them. My hips snapped forward, and I felt my cock slide deeper.
She gagged, and I paused, letting her get used to the feel of me before slowly pulling back. For a moment, all she did was breathe deeply through her nose, and when she nodded, I slipped deeper.
This time when my cock slid down her throat, she didn’t gag, but her eyes watered. Mascara dripped from the corners of her eyes, leaving behind a sheer streak of black. My hand tightened in her hair—the sight of her like that was nearly my undoing.
I didn't want to come, though. Not yet.
But her mouth felt too good to stop.
“Think you can take all of me?” I asked, my restraint slipping with every thrust. I pulled out, letting her catch her breath. Her shoulder slumped slightly, her arms shifting behind her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “ Every inch .”
Her mouth fell open, letting me slide all the way in.
This time, I didn’t stop when I hit her throat, I didn’t stop when she gagged around me, I didn’t stop until her lips were pressed against my lower stomach, stretched wide.
Her eyes watered, and saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her body.
She stroked the underside of my cock with her tongue, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.” I pumped my hips in shallow thrusts, and she let out a small whimper, the vibration shooting through me.
My toes curled, my fingers tightened. I could barely hold back—I was about to come.
It took everything I had to pull out, to force my orgasm back. My cock was red and painfully hard, precum leaking from my tip. She panted, her face red, lashes thick with tears.
“More,” she breathed, but I shook my head.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” I said. Her brows twitched in confusion, then understanding dawned.
“I have an IUD and I’m clean,” she murmured. “If you don’t want to use a condom.”
I almost said yes. Almost gave in.
But I shook my head.
“I’ve never not used a condom,” I said, smoothing my fingers gently through her hair. “I can’t?—”
“Next time,” she said softly, and I nodded.
“Next time.” I wiped the black streaks from her cheek, smearing it slightly. “Do you want me to fuck you, Red?” Her eyes flashed, and she nodded.
“Let’s see if you’re all talk,” she muttered, and my brows rose.
“If I’m all talk?”
“You said a lot of dirty things, Playboy. Can you live up to it all?”
I huffed out a laugh, stooping to press my lips to hers in a hot, rough kiss. “Get on the fucking bed.”