19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Noelle
T heo untangles himself from me and I can’t quite bite back the moan as he slides out of me. He grins, that boyish, mischievous grin I like the most, and leans back down to press a kiss to my mouth. “Stay put.”
Like I’m going anywhere. My body feels like jell-o. I’m sure if I tried to stand, my knees would wobble like a newborn giraffe.
He stands then heads out of the bedroom, completely naked. I prop my head in my hand and watch him walk away. He’s built like a basketball player; all long, lithe limbs and narrow hips, though his shoulders are wide, and every inch of him is trimmed in lean muscle. Now that I’ve seen Theo naked, I don’t ever want him to put clothes back on or cover that body from my sight again.
He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth and kneels on the bed. I stare up at him, one brow raised and unmoving, and he narrows his eyes at me. “Noelle…”
I roll my eyes, earning myself a deep growl from him, but I flop back onto my back and let him part my thighs. His touch is gentle as he cleans me up, and then he leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of one of my hipbones. I’ve always been tall and on the skinnier side, and until I was almost into my twenties, I’d been all knobby knees and gangly limbs.
I trail my fingers through his blonde locks as he skims his lips across my hip, and then his eyes find mine. The intensity in them is so potent… and I know what he’s trying to say without actually saying the words out loud.
Now that I know its there, I’m a little surprised that I never realized it before. How could I have missed all of this for so long? His feelings are like a glowing neon sign blazing ‘do you see me now?’. And I do. I see all of it. All of him.
Theo’s been my best friend since we were six… and I had no idea this side of him existed.
The goofy, fun-loving Theo that I’ve known my entire life.
The sweet, kind Theo that is always at my side no matter what.
This dominant, sexy Theo? Totally new and its making me swoon, hard.
But this Theo, with the shutters pulled back and his full, undisputable feelings on display in those blue eyes… it’s making me feel things I’d never even dreamed of.
My best friend has been… what? In love with me? For years?
This is some Hallmark Christmas movie level of rom-com craziness. And I’m totally here for all of it.
“Your skin is so soft here,” he whispers, drawing his mouth across my body again. It sends shivers up my belly, and goosebumps flash across my skin. He chuckles, winking up at me. “So sensitive.”
“You’re mean,” I grumble, narrowing my eyes at him.
He shifts on the bed and moves me so that I’m lying on my side, then slides one arm between my thighs so he can prop himself on his elbow across the leg that is flat against the bed, his arm curling around my other thigh so he can rest his cheek in his palm. My thigh is trapped in the cage of his arm, and from there he lowers his mouth to the top of my thigh where it meets my hip. I flinch, the brush of his lips tickling that sensitive spot. His other hand trails over the flat plane of my stomach and ribs, then back down to the lower part of my abdomen. That blue gaze follows his hand everywhere he touches, before raising to mine again.
“So, are you going to kick me out in the snow?” he asks quietly, still trailing his fingers over my stomach, back and forth. I smirk down at him. He glares at me and warns, “Just remember, Noelle, if you brat, I will punish you.”
Biting my lip, I grin. “I do kind of like your version of punishments, Theo.”
He nips my thigh and I gasp at the sharp sting, but then I laugh shakily. His voice is low and husky when he chuckles out, “Naughty thing.”
“Always,” I whisper-taunt. Sinking my fingers into his hair, I push the blonde strands away from his forehead. His head tilts against my fingers, as if he can’t get enough of my touch, too. It makes me feel like the Grinch when his heart grows three sizes. “But to answer your question: no, I’m not kicking you out in the snow. I think I’d like it if you stayed with me tonight. Please.”
“I wasn’t going anywhere even if you said yes,” he teases, winking up at me again. I roll my eyes and shake my head. A sharp pinch on my ass cheek elicits a startled yelp out of me and I laugh. He yawns broadly then, letting his cheek rest against the thigh he has his arm wrapped around. “I’ve been up since four-thirty this morning and you wore me out.”
“One and done? We need to work on your stamina, old man,” I taunt, stretching my arms over my head and elongating my body, putting it shamelessly on display for him. Those blue eyes darken and narrow on my face, and I smirk again, biting my lower lip. I love teasing Theo.
He releases my thigh and crawls up my body like a predatory cat; and I’m the prey. Stretching out beneath him, where he’s bridged over me by his muscular arms and thighs, I giggle at the dark growl that rumbles out of his chest. His eyes leave my face and he grins then, reaching up and untwining the string of lights along my headboard. Oh shit.
“Turn over, Angel,” he rasps, and I do as I’m told. Flat on my stomach, he manacles first one wrist, then the other, pulling them together above my head. He wraps my fingers around the metal bars of my headboard. The strand of lights is bound around my wrists and through the metal bars, anchoring my hands to the headboard, though that’s all he binds this time. My cheek is pressed against the bedsheet and my breaths are coming out in short, shallow puffs of air. I can just see him over my shoulder out of my peripheral. Once he’s satisfied my wrists are thoroughly bound, he sits back and then nudges my thighs apart so he can kneel between them. His hands drop to my ass, kneading it, spreading my cheeks. He groans, then his thumbs are trailing between my thighs, along the slickness there. “Fuck, so pretty. Are you ready? Naughty girls get fucked hard and fast, Noelle.”
I nod, my cheek sliding against the coolness of the bedsheet beneath me. “Yes. Please.”
I can feel the bed shift between my legs and then the blunt, broad head of his cock is there, pressing in. As he slides in, he moves so that he is leaning over my back, bridged above me by his arms on either side of my shoulders. This angle presses him in deep and he hits that spot that lights me up from the inside. Rolling my head, I press my forehead into the mattress and groan sharply at the pleasure, my fingers tightening around the cool metal my hands are anchored to. Holy fuck that feels amazing.
He lowers himself so that his chest is pressed against my back and his mouth grazes that spot where my neck and shoulder meet as he starts to move. Hard, fast, deep thrusts that take him so deep I’m not sure of anything other than I never want this to end. I’ve never been able to come from penetration by itself, but good god, I’m about to. I throw my head to one side, sucking deep, panting breaths in as my heart threatens to explode out of my chest. I clamp my fingers tight, my arms going taut above my head. Something tightens inside of me and suddenly I’m panicking, because—
“Oh god, Theo, stop,” I cry, my arms straining against the bonds of the lights. “I’m going to… Theo I have to pee! —”
He chuckles darkly from behind me, his teeth grazing over my shoulder sharply, but he doesn’t stop. I buck against him; he doesn’t understand. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. I squeeze my eyes shut and fight the feeling. Oh god, oh god—
“Good girl. Don’t fight it, Noelle.” His words are barely audible through the whooshing in my ears. I start to shake uncontrollably. Ooooh god, it’s happening—
“No, no no,” I moan, and then my body explodes, coming so violently that I scream, and I bury my face in the mattress to muffle the sound and to hide my embarrassment as something gushes out of me. Theo pounds into me, harder than before and my body just keeps coming, my release tearing through me. I think I might be dead. “ Ohmygoooodd. ”
“Goddamn, such a good fucking girl,” he groans out on a guttural growl. And then I feel him come, pulsing inside me as he empties deep into me. He presses his mouth against a spot directly between my shoulder blades, his chest heaving against my back as he shakes through his own orgasm. I’ve never come so hard in my life, little lights are dancing at the corners of my vision.
I can’t catch my breath, and I’m so embarrassed I could cry. But then one of his hands is tipping my face toward his, and he seals his mouth over mine in a voracious kiss.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, mortification burning my cheeks. I can feel the wetness beneath my hips, my thighs. I groan from the embarrassment.
“Sorry?” he asks, still catching his own breath. “For what? I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“What?” I whisper breathlessly, still mortified, but now confused, too.
His brows pull together and he drags his mouth over mine again. “Angel, you just came so hard you squirted for me. You’ve never done that before?”
I shake my head. I didn’t just pee? Oh thank fucking god.
Theo quickly unwinds the lights from around my wrists and pulls me up. I’m shaking from head to toe, and he gathers me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest. “You beautiful, wonderful thing. You’re fucking perfect.”
And then he wraps me in the comforter and sets me in the chair across the room with a tall glass of water as he strips the bed, lays down a few towels, then remakes the bed with clean sheets.
“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he chuckles as he leads me back to the bed, then climbs in beside me, pulling me close again. I laugh, shaking my head, but as soon as my cheek rests against Theo’s chest, where I can hear his heart thudding a steady cadence, I’m asleep.