Theo
She’s an angelic vision.
Perfect in every way. So damn beautiful.
Her tits are an overwhelming handful and I’m aching to hold each one like they’re precious stones unearthed from a buried treasure box. But I want to see the rest of her, too. The whole package.
She bites on her plump bottom lip as I begin tugging her shorts and panties off. It takes forever to slide them off her long legs, but once they’re gone, it was worth the wait. Tentatively, she parts her thighs, giving me a peek of her sweet pussy.
“Show it all to me, baby,” I rasp out. “I’ll show you mine.”
Her eyes flicker with need and she obeys, sliding her feet up near her ass and then letting her knees fall apart.
I’m transfixed on the beautiful sight before me.
Her pussy, smooth and free of hair, opens up, revealing dark pink flesh hidden beyond the outer pale lips.
Arousal slicks her opening that seems far too small to accommodate my cock. It twitches in protest.
“Your turn,” she says breathily. “I want to see your dick, Theo.”
I’m not sexy, and too eager, when I yank my shorts and boxers off. My cock bounces heavily, slinging pre-cum across the inside of her thigh. The sudden urge to paint her pussy with my cum overwhelms me.
“Oh. You’re really big.”
“You have nothing to compare it to, remember?”
She laughs. “True, but my eyes don’t deceive me.”
I curl my hand around my cock, stroking it, enjoying the way her eyes darken. “As much as I want to push inside of you, I need to taste your first. Can I lick your pretty pussy, baby?”
She nods as a pink blush creeps over her entire body. “I’m nervous.”
“You won’t be soon. It’s going to feel so fucking good. And when you come from my tongue, I’m going to make love to you. Sweet and slowly because you’re an angel who deserves nothing less.”
“What if I want it rough and fast?”
“Next time.” I wink at her. “If I do anything that hurts or you don’t like, tell me. You’re in charge here.”
She tenses up when I settle between her thighs. I can smell her sexy grapefruit scent. Makes me wonder if she tastes like the fruit or if she’s sweeter like a peach. When I flick my tongue out and run it along her slit, she jolts in the bed as if electricity zapped her.
“You okay, beautiful?”
“Yessss. Keep going.”
Her fingers find my hair as my mouth latches on to her clit.
She squeals and yanks at the strands. The next several moments, she maneuvers me this way and that way, showing me exactly what she likes and at the pace that makes her scream.
I lick and suck and nip at her sensitive flesh.
My tongue slides inside of her and the taste is so perfect I can’t describe it.
It’s not fruity or sweet. It’s just her.
Made just for me. She drags me back to her clit, indicating what she wants.
I pleasure her clit until she’s screaming and thrashing wildly in my bed.
Once she’s done, I slowly crawl up her body. My cock taps along her flesh as I move. Then, I kiss her with my messy mouth, letting her taste her own perfection.
Her long legs wrap around my waist, encouraging me to take her. I pull away from our kiss to meet her hooded gaze.
“I want to fuck you so bad, angel, but we need to talk first.”
She whines. “No talking. Just fucking.”
I playfully bite on her bottom lip. “When I found out my ex was cheating on me, I got tested for STIs. I’m negative. And I know you said you’re a virgin, so I can presume the same for you.”
“So, what’s the problem?” she gripes. “Let’s do this.”
“Birth control?”
She scowls at me. “Ugh. I’m not on it.”
“So, condoms then.”
We both frown as if this is the worst idea ever. This then makes us crack up laughing.
“How about when I’m about to come, I’ll pull out?” I say, rubbing my cock against her clit.
“What if I want you to keep it inside me?”
All talk goes out the window. The next several seconds we claw at each other, aching to be together in this way.
My teeth knock against hers and I taste blood.
I think it’s my lip or tongue. The head of my cock slides to her opening on its own accord.
Slowly, I begin thrusting and it slides in slowly, millimeter by millimeter.
Once my dick is nice and slick from her juices, I drive it the rest of the way in.
Her scream is loud enough I wonder if the neighbors will call building management on me.
“You okay?” I rasp against her mouth, nearly blacking out from the sheer pleasure of her pussy milking my cock. “I can pull out.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders. “No. Keep going. I need this. Need you, Theo.”
Our mouths fuse together and the next few minutes become a frantic blur of pleasure and need. And when I’m about to come, I move my hips slightly. Her heels dig into my ass. I don’t fight her and give her what we both secretly want.
Consequences.
Because that’s what this is.
Her eyes sear into mine as I come. I reach between us to give her clit some more attention. It’s so stimulated, her orgasm hits almost violently. The end of her virginity is messy but the most intense thing I’ve ever been a part of.
“God, I’ll never get tired of that. Of you,” I murmur against her lips as I slowly slide out of her body. “Tell me you liked it.”
She hugs me to her. “I loved it.”
I settle on the bed beside her, my soaked cock pressed against her hip. Reverently, I stroke her hair away from her face and kiss her lips. “Me too.”
“I don’t want to go home,” she grumbles. “I want to stay with you forever.”
I want that too.
“I know.” I run my nose along hers. “One day. I promise, baby.”
This satisfies her and she grins at me. “I’ll hold you to it.”
“Come on. Let’s clean you up.”
As much as I wanted to fuck her again in the shower, I didn’t.
She was still sore and in a super cuddly mood.
So, I just put all my focus on making her feel valued and wanted.
Washed her body and her hair. Towel dried her off.
Kissed her through each task. Now, she has to leave and it fucking sucks.
Since it’s dark out as I walk Addison to her car, I boldly keep my arm wrapped around her waist. It feels like a gift.
“Will your mom be looking for you? It’s after midnight and you have school tomorrow.”
She grimaces. “I have a few missed texts from her. She’s pissed I turned off my location.”
“Go. Before you get yourself grounded.”
“I’m eighteen now,” she sasses. “I can do what I want.”
I chuckle. “Just be a good girl.”
I’m about to lean forward and kiss her goodnight when a familiar car passes by. I tear my eyes from Addison, watching Mary Ellen’s car drive past.
“Shit. It’s my ex-wife.”
Addison gapes at me. “What?”
“Call me when you get home. I’m going to go see why she’s stalking me.”
I squeeze Addison’s hand as a goodbye in case Mary Ellen is recording us or some shit.
My good girl climbs into her car and drives away.
Once she’s out of sight, I stalk over to Mary Ellen’s car that’s now idling in a handicapped spot.
When I reach her window, I rapidly tap on it, indicating she needs to roll it down. Immediately.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, voice colder than I’ve ever spoken to her before. “This is harassment.”
She scoffs. “I was just coming to talk to you, but apparently you were too busy with your girlfriend. Who is she anyway?”
I’m glad she doesn’t seem to connect that it’s the same girl from school. It’s only a matter of time, though.
“I’m here. Talk. What do you want?”
“Theo,” Mary Ellen says, shaking her head. “You’re getting grumpy in your old age.”
“And you’re getting predictable in yours.”
Her features contort into the nasty, hateful expression she always shot my way. “I miss you. I want to get back together and raise our baby together. Why are you being so difficult about this?”
A laugh bursts out of me. “You’re fucking serious right now? Oh, shit, you are. Get a life, Mary Ellen. You’re delusional and fucking insane. The kid isn’t mine. Leave me the hell alone.”
I don’t wait for her response and storm away from her.
Tomorrow, I’ll be calling my attorney.
Tonight, I’ll call my sweet girl and replay our perfect lovemaking over and over in my head.
I refuse to let Mary Ellen ruin the one slice of happiness in my life.
I’m tired as hell the next morning, and grumpy after a nightmare where I learned I was the father of Mary Ellen’s baby, but I manage to drag my sorry ass into the gym anyway. A sweet text from Addison telling me she’s sore but so happy improves my mood dramatically.
“You look like shit,” Everett says as he runs on a treadmill. “Seriously. So bad.”
Adam, who’s walking briskly, and limping while at it, laughs at his friend. “Rough night?”
I grumble as I hop onto the machine beside Everett. “My ex-wife is stalking me. Thanks for sending her my way, jackass.”
“I didn’t know she was stalking you,” Adam says, shaking his head. “She seemed nice enough and said she had something important to talk to you about. Next time, I’ll tell her you’re busy.”
I turn my machine up to a speed where I can easily jog while also talking. Everett is racing on his treadmill and barely sweating, much less out of breath.
“She showed up last night at my apartment,” I tell them, irritation in my tone. “I was with my girlfriend.” I evade both their curious stares. “Mary Ellen claims I’m the father of her baby. I’m not. That shit gave me nightmares hence why I’m grumpy.”
They both nod as if this is a satisfactory reason.
“Do we know your girlfriend?” Adam asks, voice careful.
“I’m not answering that.” I mash the buttons on my machine so I’m running as fast as Everett.
We go for another fifteen minutes and then take a break to drink water before heading to the weights. Adam’s eyebrows are furled together in concern. Everett is stone-faced, but I can tell he’s dying to ask more.
They’re my friends, but also, they work at the school I work at.
The girl I’m fucking is a student there.
I need to be careful.
“Look,” Everett says once we’re all busy with bicep curls. “I’m going to say this once and I won’t say it again.”
Cringing, I brace for a verbal lashing.
“You’re close with the Monahan girl. It’s plain as day.” Everett pins me with a hard stare. “But she’s eighteen. Legal. Just shitty if it gets out. Know what I mean?”
“Grounds for termination,” Adam mutters, disappointment in his tone. “Unfortunately.”
“This job isn’t everything,” I hiss out, stupidly giving myself away.
Both men nod as if they agree, surprising me.
I frown in confusion.
“Have I ever told you about how I met my wife?” Everett asks.
Shaking my head, I say, “Never really came up before.”
Adam sighs as if he’s resigning himself to something.
“Don’t worry,” Everett says to Adam. “We’ll get to yours after. We’re not letting our new friend shoulder this alone.”
What?
“River was my student,” Everett says. “I coached her in track.”
I gape at him. “Holy shit.”
“Let’s just say we may have a little experience navigating this. Right, Adam?”
I whip my head over to my boss. “You fucked your student too?”
Everett snorts out a laugh and Adam’s face turns bright red.
Why is this such a fucking relief right now?
I’m not alone.
Maybe there is a future where me and Addison can publicly be together. I know both of these men are happily married and their relationships aren’t hidden away. I want that. So damn badly.