Chapter 20 #2
Our mouths met, lips parting immediately to welcome each other in.
I was so distracted by the kiss that I barely felt the tug on my breast as Theo peeled the pastie off.
I did feel him strum his fingers over my nipple ring right after, and, fuck, it felt good.
A pull came from my other breast, and then my chest was fully bared, Theo’s huge hands cupping and kneading me, his fingers bumping over both nipples in tandem.
Need punched into me, and I clenched my thighs together to keep from squirming. The rush of endorphins and happy hormones coursing through my body was starting to take the edge off my pain, and I wanted more.
With a gasp, I broke the kiss. “You have too many clothes on.”
I turned us, pressing AJ back into Theo, sure this was the moment my blackmailer would balk, but when I lifted my gaze to his, it was to see the look of challenge gone, replaced by something else entirely.
Something hot, hungry, his blue eyes dark, with a carnal gleam in them that told me he had no intention of stopping either.
To have him looking at me like that . . .
My face heated. Lust curled in my core.
And then I remembered how good Theo was at reading people, and I dropped my gaze back to AJ before he could see too much.
I pushed AJ’s jacket wide. Theo snagged the lapels, tugging it down his arms, and AJ shrugged out of it.
Theo tossed the garment onto the same chair he’d draped my dress over.
Then his lips were on AJ’s neck, his hands at his shirt, unbuttoning it.
I dropped my fingers to AJ’s belt, sliding it free.
His slacks framed his straining cock, and I paused to stroke a palm down it.
“God, Stel,” he breathed, reaching out to draw me in for another kiss, this one deeper, slower, Theo’s hands moving between us as he continued unbuttoning AJ’s shirt.
I made the mistake of opening my eyes as we shifted angles, and blue filled my vision. Theo was staring at me from an inch away. His eyes narrowed, annoyed, and he flicked them to the right in a clear command of This is my side, go back to where you came from.
I glared but switched angles again, and we kept AJ between us like a barrier, barely touching each other as we finished stripping our companion out of his clothes.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as I stared down at AJ’s cock, not too big, not too small, the head full and proud, the shaft bare and soft, not a vein in sight.
I’d once told him that someone should photograph it, and while he’d laughed, I’d only been half joking.
Surely some anatomy textbook needed an example of what a perfectly formed dick looked like?
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had one in my mouth, and not even Theo’s presence was enough to stop me from dropping to my knees right there on the carpet and laving my tongue over the head of it.
“Fuck,” AJ groaned, relaxing backward into Theo, one hand framing my face, the other reaching behind him, searching for what I already knew was a much larger and more cumbersome piece of equipment.
All the luck to him. I was happy where I was, twirling my tongue around the entire circumference of his head as I relearned the feel of him. He was just as soft as I remembered, just as responsive, his dick twitching in my grasp as I lifted my hand to his shaft and wrapped my fingers around it.
I was just starting to close my eyes and really let myself enjoy what I was doing when motion had me popping them back open.
Theo’s hand, stroking down AJ’s stomach to slide past my fingers and cup his balls.
And then his other freakishly large hand wrapped around the back of my head, threading his fingers into my hair and tugging me backward hard enough that I saw stars.
Warmth pooled between my legs. My pulse stuttered.
With a yank, Theo had me moving forward again, and, oh, no, I shouldn’t like this as much as I did—him controlling me like a bobble head. But from the way my pussy clenched, there was no denying the truth.
I pulled my hand from AJ’s shaft and braced it on his thigh, opening my mouth wider, relaxing my throat so he could glide in and out of it with every thrust. A quick glance showed AJ working the arm he’d slipped behind his back, biceps flexing.
Was AJ fondling Theo through his suit pants?
Or had he managed to free that massive cock while I’d been busy worshipping his?
I wanted to know, had a morbid curiosity to see Theo’s dick. So I’d be able to identify every part of him when the eventual day came that he pushed someone too far and they chopped him up into little pieces. Yup, that’s his schlong, all right, I’d tell the coroner.
“Enough,” AJ said, sliding out of my mouth and stumbling toward the bed, leaving me kneeling there on the floor, Theo’s massive, girthy cock barely a foot away from my face.
My lips parted even more, out of surprise, I tried to tell myself, but really, I was just trying to figure out if it would even fit.
“It would,” Theo rumbled.
I should have snapped out of it, gotten to my feet, but I just sat there, frozen, staring at it, my scalp starting to burn from how tightly he held me. Suddenly, he let go, and it was only when I swayed forward that I realized he’d actually been holding me back.
Get it together, I told myself, rising on shaking legs as Theo turned away.
He shrugged out of his jacket, shoulders straining the fabric of the shirt underneath.
“Goddamn, Stel,” AJ said from the bed. He sat reclined against the pillows, idly stroking himself as he watched my “boyfriend” disrobe. “Where do you find such beautiful men?”
“This one followed me home like a stray.”
Theo turned, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the smooth, flawless chest I remembered from our first meeting. He sent me a cocky look and then glanced toward AJ. “Don’t let her fool you. She climbed into my lap within ten minutes of us meeting.”
“Can you blame her?” AJ said. “I mean, have you seen yourself?”
Theo’s expression was insolent as his eyes came back to mine. He would be insufferable now.
“I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who’s almost as pretty as she is,” AJ added, and now it was my turn to be smug.
“Almost,” I mouthed at Theo.
Instead of firing some silent insult back at me, he drank me in from head to toe as the last of his buttons slid free.
I braced myself for some horrible comment.
For him to say he preferred partners with some meat on their bones—a common refrain from my past partners—but his eyes heated as they rose back to mine.
“No one’s as pretty as Stella.”
I nearly fell over dead.
His shirt fluttered to the floor, his pants and boxers following soon after, and then he was standing there, fully naked, and I didn’t know where to look.
Anywhere else, would have been ideal, but I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away.
He was a work of art. Raw masculinity. Brutal power.
The Renaissance masters would have wept to see him.
I could fill notepads with sketches of his nude form, whole pages taken up by the swell of his pecs, the hollow at the base of his throat, the deep V of his hip flexors.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed, and I jerked my head up to find his eyes boring into mine.
Look away, I begged myself, but I was like a deer trapped in headlights. Did Theo really want this? Had I been right all those weeks ago, and some part of him enjoyed our constant bickering and barbed insults?
Oh, no. Did I?
Mentally, I shook myself. The answer was no, definitely not.
Half the time I lashed out, I felt like a kitten facing down a Doberman, trying to appear bigger and tougher than I was.
The other times, my goal was to keep Theo from getting the upper hand.
And okay, fine, maybe like one percent of the time, I was trying to make him laugh, but that had more to do with my own sick need to be funny than it did anything else.
Theo looked me over, slowly, his hand working his cock, eyes dark with some hidden emotion I couldn’t interpret.
It made me wonder if I was reading too much into things.
Was he secretly laughing at me, and this was all just for show?
He could be such a convincing actor that it was impossible to tell how he really felt.
I faced the bed and the much simpler sight of AJ sprawled atop the covers. He reached out and lowered the dimmer on a switch, and the room was dropped into warm shadows, not too dark to see, just bright enough to be intimate and inviting.
I approached the right side of the bed, Theo, the left, and we paused for one last staring match.
Leave, I told him with my eyes.
You leave, he shot back.
In answer, I climbed onto the bed beside AJ.
The other side of the mattress bowed beneath Theo’s weight as he copied me.
This is your last chance, I thought at him, shifting lower and sliding into AJ’s waiting arms.
If you’re staying, I’m staying, he seemed to say, moving into place on AJ’s other side and dropping a kiss to his shoulder, eyes smoldering at me out of the shadows.
There was no turning back.
This was going to happen.
I was about to have a threesome with a man I absolutely hated.