Chapter 32
THEO
I’d never met anyone who tested my patience like Mallory. I understood now, perhaps, why people got hooked on drugs. The euphoria, the pure bliss of being lost in something, was addictive.
She, and that ridiculously talented vagina of hers, was addictive.
I knew what she felt like when she came.
I knew what she tasted like.
I knew what she looked like.
But I hadn’t gotten inside her, and that was going to be dangerous. Because if my dick craved her without even being surrounded by her tight, wet heat, I wasn’t sure if I could handle fucking her.
I was willing to take the risk.
We made it as far as slamming the front door behind us before I had my mouth on her. Thank fuck the pizza place was only around the corner. Any further and I’d have bent her over the nearest parked car.
My tongue was in her mouth, my hands in her hair and cupping her ass, she practically climbed my body. Fuck, she was a good kisser.
“Theo, please.”
She was as desperate as me. But I was the one who knew what the hell was going to happen. Sure, her sixteen-year-old boyfriend’s two thrusts gave her an idea, but this experience was going to be vastly different.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“You,” she said, kissing along my jaw while tugging up the hem of my sweatshirt.
“You’ve got me.”
“I want your dick.”
“You can put it down your throat anytime you want.”
Fuck, that had been insane. My balls were heavy and ached with that possibility again.
“No, you need to fuck me. Right now.”
I spun her about, pressed her into the door. Rolled my hips. I wanted to take her to bed, to at least give her something soft at her back, but that wasn’t going to happen now. Not this time.
Not with her frantic hands giving up on my sweatshirt and reaching into my workout shorts and taking hold of me.
“Fuck,” I said, thrusting into her tight hold. I couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped. Her eagerness was an insane turn on and I didn’t want to come from a handjob. “Okay, okay.”
I stepped back and her hand slipped away. Pulling out my wallet, I grabbed the condom I put there, just in case. I wasn’t a Boy Scout, but it seemed my dick was always prepared.
Holding it up, I let her see it, to know what it implied.
She didn’t respond, only frantically toed off her sneakers as she worked her tight yoga pants down her hips. I didn’t know if she had panties on underneath because if she did, they fell to her ankles, too.
Before I could get the condom wrapper open, she toed the stretchy pants off one foot.
“Hurry,” she breathed. She was bare for me from the waist down.
“Take off your top,” I requested.
She shook her head, snagged the condom from my hold and pushed my shorts down, just enough so my dick sprang free. “No time.”
With very sure hands, she rolled the condom down my length and the feel of her fingers on me pushed me over the edge.
Mallory. Bare pussy. Condom covered dick.
It was time.
I stepped into her again, hooked a hand behind her knees and picked her up, pressed her into the door.
I stared into her pale eyes. “You sure?”
Her eyes were blurry with need. She was breathing harder than she had at yoga class. Her cheeks were flushed. She was sure, but I needed to hear her say it.
“Yes.”
“You wet?” No way was I taking her if she wasn’t ready. With one hand on her bare ass and using the door to hold her up, I reached between us, found her pussy. Found it soaked.
“Theo!” she cried and grabbed the back of my head, tugged my hair. “If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to–”
I didn’t let her finish, just shifted my hips enough so my dick was at her entrance, then thrust up and tugged her down at the same time.
“Fuck!” I cried.
She moaned.
And clenched around me.
And pulled my hair.
She was so fucking tight. Her inner walls rippled around me, adjusting to being filled. She’d barely ever had a dick in her before and I was big. I was cramming her full and I hadn’t prepared her.
I dropped my face into her neck, licked and sucked at her damp skin, trying to hold still, to let her adjust.
“Theo,” she whispered, angling her head.
I pulled back, met her blue, blue eyes.
“Okay?”
She nodded.
“You took all of me.”
She nodded again.
“Ready to get fucked?”
Her inner walls clenched, and she nodded a third time.
“Good. Now you’re going to find out what it’s really like.”
I pulled back, then punched deep. With each thrust, I used her hips and pulled her down on me. I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be. Not when her heels were pressed into my ass, getting me to go deeper.
“Yes!” she cried, pressing her head into the door.
I wished I could see her perfect tits, bite and suck at those tips, but she was covered in several layers–sweatshirt, stretchy top and sports bra. I’d savor the rest of her body later, but right now, it was to get her off on a dick for the first time.
My dick.
There was no way I could reach her clit in this position. Our bodies were too tight together. But I could touch her somewhere else. And I did.
Her eyes opened and flared wide as I pressed my thumb gently against her back door. I continued to fuck up into her as we looked at each other.
“Like that?” I asked.
She didn’t answer because she probably wasn’t sure. So I moved my thumb, collected some of her wetness and coated that place that no one had touched before. Then pressed in ever so slightly. Like she had with me.
“Theo.”
Just my name, nothing more, but I felt her little rosette clench. Her pussy squeeze.
I grinned. “That’s it. I knew you’d be wild. Whatever you need, tiger, I’ll give it to you.”
My balls drew up and I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me. I was going to come. I wasn’t sure if I could hold it off though. She was too responsive. Too wet. Too tight. Too fucking perfect.
She licked her lips. “Please,” she begged.
“More?” I continued to circle her carefully, even though my thrusts were anything but.
“More.”
“Roll your hips. Rub your little clit and while I play with this virgin hole.”
“Oh God. Your dirty talk…”
A smile tugged at my mouth as I carefully worked the pad of my thumb into her ass, carefully stretching her open. If she wanted ass play, I’d give it to her, but with lube and a lot of prep. This was just a glimmer, a test, to see what got her hot. Or got her off.
Because that was exactly what happened. Her hips rolled with a need to come and nudged my slickened thumb into her a little deeper, while I never stopped fucking her with my dick. I felt the end of her with how deep she took me.
“Fuck!” she screamed as she came, squeezing my dick so hard it was difficult to get nice and deep. Her scream was so loud, I felt immense male satisfaction that I could please her so well.
Caveman? Neanderthal? Whatever. She was riding my dick and I was satisfying my woman.
Yeah, my woman.
Because when I came, my dick so deep in her that she’d feel me for days, I knew I was addicted.
When she was slumped in my hold, our breaths finally slowing down, I reached up, stroked her hair back, although only a few wild strands had come loose from her bun.
“First time was against the door. Now I fuck you in a bed.”