Chapter 29
Theo
She’s going to kill me.
Eyes blazing, she shifts her leg, but I catch it before she can move. I want her to stay exactly where she is, so I glide my fingers back into her, keeping her still.
“Y . . . Yes. P-Please,” she stammers, breathless.
“What do you need, Fable?”
Instead of telling me, she tugs at my hair, bringing me closer.
The little burst of pain morphs into pleasure, but this close, I can’t stop myself from tasting her again.
Her yes is a breathy whimper. I flick my tongue over her, pumping my fingers, as she cradles the back of my head, holding me in place.
I wind her back up, focusing on getting her to the edge again, licking and sucking until I can feel her legs trembling beside my head and her muscles fluttering around my fingers. Her back arches, her grip in my hair tightens—
“Sweetheart?” I pause, keeping my fingers inside her.
She dips her chin to glare at me. “What? I was so close,” she whines.
“I know,” I soothe, circling my thumb slowly over her clit, giving her just enough to keep her in place. “But I have a question.” I don’t, really. I just want to annoy her until she’s begging for it.
Nostrils flaring, she shakes her head. “You can ask after I come.” She grabs my hair again, pushing me toward her.
With a dark chuckle, I resist, not bringing my mouth back. “Awfully bossy when you’re desperate, huh?” I wait until her eyes burn like hazel embers and her cheeks turn scarlet.
Perfect.
“Fuck. You. Theo,” she growls.
I laugh, hearty and loud. “Keep being mean, sweetheart. It only makes me harder.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “Please. I need . . .” She squirms, grinding herself against my hand. A startled oh leaves her lips as she realizes she can chase her own pleasure, and she works herself more firmly.
Dammit. She won this round.
I reward her by curling my fingers and bringing my mouth back where she wants it, and her satisfied moan burns through my ears. Just as I hoped, she tastes even sweeter when she’s annoyed with me.
She writhes against my tongue, begging for more. I wait until her hips are canting and her moans are getting longer, and fuck, this is agony for me, too, but I pull away, ready to rile her up again.
“You’re the worst.” She tips her head back, bumping the mirror.
“But I thought I was a good boy?”
Gripping my hair, she glares down at me. Wildfire burns in her dark eyes. “Theo Nikolaou. Be a good boy and make me come.”
The thrill I feel at that good boy is unrivaled. More endorphins than all the runs I’ve ever been on combined. Her nails dig into my scalp and all the air rushes from my lungs, and this time, when I bring my mouth to her, I don’t stop.
I can’t stop.
It only takes a few moments before she’s screaming, soaking me in her pleasure, and I lap up every bit of the reward I worked for as she moans my name and pulses around my fingers.
Her leg falls from my shoulder, and her other one gives out. But I stand and catch her, scooping her into my arms and carrying her to the bed.
She lands against the mattress with a whoosh, and all the air in the room vanishes as I look at her.
Honey hair fanned out on the bedding. A flush on her cheeks and down her throat.
A sated curve to her lips. Gorgeous tits and rosy, peaked nipples.
I want to play with her, tease her, make her ache for me as much as I ache for her.
She lifts onto her knees and waves me closer until she can unbuckle my belt. “I got tested after my last partner, and there was nothing to report.” She unbuttons my jeans and pushes them to the floor so I can step out of them.
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “I went a few months ago, and everything was clear. I can show you my results on my phone, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“That’s okay. I trust you.” She tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it away. With a coy grin, she lifts her knuckles to graze my cock through my briefs and a ragged sigh rattles out of me. “Do you have a condom?” she asks, eyes bright with lust.
My heart beats so hard I can almost hear it. Is this right? Should we be doing this? No matter how much I try to pretend this is only a physical arrangement, this is Fable.
I’ve kept my feelings for her locked in the cage for so long, and this was supposed to be like dipping a toe into the water. Only letting myself have the tiniest bit before I pull back. But I can’t help feeling the water is already over my head, and I didn’t even take a breath before I dove in.
Touching her chin, I tilt her face up. “We can stop if you want,” I whisper. “It’s okay if this is too much.”
“I don’t want to stop.” She dips her fingers into my waistband.
“Me either.” My shoulders hunch as I press my forehead to hers. “Fable. This is—I can’t—fuck, it’s so hard to think.”
An amused huff coasts over my lips. She tucks her fingers in farther, dancing them over the head of my erection. “Then why are you trying to? I thought we were just chasing what feels good.”
Right. I push away the doubts and center myself back to the plan. No guilt, no emotions. I’ve done that before, I can do it again.
“I want this,” she whispers, her voice steady.
I drop my mouth to her throat. “Are you sure?”
Her answer is to tug at the waistband of my briefs, pulling them down my hips and wrapping her fingers around my hard length.
“Fable.” The word is an agonized rasp as I fold my hands around her waist. My whole body is tense, barely hanging on to the last threads of my control.
“I want you to fuck me, Theo,” she breathes, twirling her thumb over the tip of my cock. “I need you to.”
Her plea untethers me. I reach for my jeans, grabbing the condom out of my wallet, before sitting at the top of the bed, legs spread out and shoulders against the headboard. She waits, on her knees at my feet, her gaze dragging down my body, arousal staining her cheeks red.
I fist my cock, giving myself a firm tug that has her lips falling open. “Come here,” I instruct, my voice deep and gravelly.
Crawling up the bed, she places her palms on my shoulders and slings a leg over mine, straddling my thighs. She sits back, my erection between us as I tear open the condom.
“Put it on for me,” I request.
The wrapper crinkles as she pulls it out and then I watch her slide it slowly over me. My hands shake, and I grip her thighs tighter with every inch. When she reaches the base, I shudder.
Our eyes meet. “Are you sure? Tell me again,” I whisper.
She props her hands on my chest, her heartbeat hammering in the side of her neck.
“I’m positive.” She leans forward and presses her mouth to mine.
I seize the opportunity, cupping her cheeks and diving into the kiss, letting every bit of doubt and worry evaporate between us.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she kisses me as wildly as I kiss her.
I pull away just enough to murmur against her lips, “Then please, sweetheart, show me how perfectly we fit together.”
My lips part as she lifts up on her knees and scoots forward, her bright, flowery scent filling my lungs.
She reaches between us to notch me at her entrance, and the tip of my cock slips into her warmth.
My breath tumbles out of me. My vision goes hazy.
I don’t know how I’m going to hold myself together for this.
Gaze pinned to mine, she sinks down an inch. My fingers flex on her hips as she stretches around me, the pressure tight and heavy and perfect. We groan in unison, her nails digging into my chest.
“That’s it—oh, fuck. Just like that,” I soothe, feeling myself throb inside her. “You’re doing so good, taking me so well.” My voice is strained as I watch us come together.
Sliding her hands up my neck, she threads her fingers into my hair and tilts my head back. When our gazes connect, she drops the rest of the way down until I’m fully seated inside her.
We both gasp at the feeling. Something in my chest locks into place. I search her eyes. For what? I’m not sure. But I know it’s not supposed to feel this . . . consuming. It has never felt like this.
Neither of us moves our hips, but I wrap my arms around her back, pulling us closer together. “Fable,” I breathe into her neck, peppering kisses against her skin.
My fingers tangle in her hair. She squirms with tiny movements, seeking more friction, but I hold her still in my embrace, trying to wrap my head around why this feels so different.
I don’t know if I can handle it. I feel as if I’ve been flayed open and taken apart from the inside.
Everything is new and hypersensitive, too exquisite to ever be this good again.
“Theo . . . please.” She circles her hips, begging for movement.
With a sharp exhale, I lean back against the headboard. “You okay?” I whisper, letting my thumb roll over my freckle on her chest.
“Yeah. Are you?” Her grin is full of affection. “Your eyes are a little wild.”
“I feel a little wild,” I admit, my hands roaming down to her hips.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” she teases, digging her knees into the mattress to slide up and dip back down in the most delicious way.
I groan, watching where I disappear inside her. “I can’t. My lungs aren’t working.”
“Need me to stop?” she taunts, fingers dragging over my scalp.
I shudder, my entire body tense and taut. “Fuck no. Please never stop.” I think I might die if she did.
She laughs, stealing my breath as she writhes above me.
I’m too overwhelmed to figure out where to focus my heavy-lidded eyes.
Maybe on the way the flowers on her hip shift with every movement.
Or her incredible breasts bouncing only inches away from my mouth.
Or the wisps of hair swaying at her cheeks.
Or that confident smirk on her pretty lips.
Everywhere I look is a new detail I want to spend hours memorizing. No, days. Years.
She’s stunning above me, chasing her own pleasure, using me however she needs.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, pushing my hips up into hers. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
I’m unraveling faster than I expected, pleasure rolling through my thighs. My body is rioting with the need to feel her come around me. To spill inside her. To bury myself so deep she can’t forget this.
I give in to the feeling, letting our movements become frantic. A layer of sweat coats my skin, and I grip her hips, tight enough to press little bruises into her skin as I grind up. Her back arches and she mutters a string of incoherent words, hands trembling on my shoulders.
“Give it to me, sweetheart.” I move a hand between us to circle her clit. “I’m right there with you.”
When she gasps out my name and her walls clench around me, the building pressure whirls up my spine and beams out through my limbs.
My body tightens and tenses, and I shout her name, pulsing inside her.
I reach around her back to grab her shoulders and crush her to me, low, breathless grunts leaving my chest with every pump of my hips.
“Fable,” I mumble. I’m floating somewhere faraway, where my bones are limp, and my mind is full of a distant humming pleasure. “Say my name again.”
I manage to hear her whisper, “Theo.” Then even softer, “Theo.”
Cradling her against me, I drag my hand up and down her back in soothing movements, letting our bodies settle. “That was—I’m never going to recover.” I sigh into her hair.
“I’m . . . just . . . yeah,” she says, making us both chuckle.
When she pulls away a few moments later, my hands itch to hold on to her. But she sends me a soft smile as she walks to the bathroom. Then we switch places, and I return to the room to find her tucked under the blankets in the bed she chose.
Even though my mind screams at me to slide in beside her, I throw myself onto the other one—completely naked and right on top of the covers.
Hands tucked under her cheek, she watches me across the space between our beds. I copy her position, watching her too.
I pretend the distance isn’t there and we’re right beside each other. Our pillows side by side. Our knees touching. Her lips mere inches from mine. If I close my eyes and pretend hard enough, I might be able to trick myself into sleep.
“Goodnight, Theo.” Soft, golden light coasts over her features.
“Goodnight, Fable,” I whisper back, then reach over to turn off the lamp.
Sheets rustle as she readjusts in the dark. I clear my throat. A loud sigh rattles out of her.
It’s only a few heartbeats later—honestly, much quicker than I expected—when I hear a mumbled “Goddammit.” More sheet rustling. “Get over here.”
I hold in my laughter as I settle into bed behind her, relishing the feel of her warm skin against mine. “You little rebel. Breaking rules all over the place.”
A tiny growl. “Stop talking and go to sleep.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I kiss her bare shoulder. “Dream of me, sweetheart. I’ll be dreaming of you.”