Chapter 16
THEO
I regretted telling Simon we could take it slow.
Not because the feeling of his fingers inside me wasn’t incredible. Because it was. I had my eyes screwed up, forehead pressed to Simon’s, panting for breath as I rocked back onto his hand, my thighs already starting to hate me.
I was going to feel this in the morning, but that also wasn’t what I objected to.
What I objected to was that Simon was taking it slow, and I wanted his dick now. Ten years. Ten years I’d been waiting for this. Some people would’ve said another ten minutes was nothing, but I was so close to having what I wanted I could practically taste it. That was torture.
“Sy,” I complained, not for the first time, voice rough, grinding down against his hand. He had three fingers inside me, up to the hilt, the stretch of it just short of really satisfying.
Simon, to my delight, had a big dick. As though he wasn’t already perfect enough.
I wouldn’t have cared, whatever I found in his underwear, but my insides squirmed at the thought of what I had found.
I’d thought he was the most incredible man in the world before—now I knew it for a fact.
He was the ideal size, not so big he’d be difficult to take, more than big enough to feel amazing.
He laughed, which was so unfair. I was suffering.
I made an unhappy sound, rolling my hips in protest, fucking myself on his fingers. I wanted, needed more, and I needed it now, and he was teasing me.
He was being careful with me. Of course he was. He was Simon.
He cared about me.
“Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this,” he murmured. My eyes were screwed shut, but the smile in his voice sent a shiver of want rippling through me. He was unfairly sexy.
Worse, he was right. Complaining though I was, I loved this.
I loved the way his body felt against mine, the warmth of it seeping into me, how satisfying it was to tighten my thighs around it.
I loved the knowledge that it was Simon’s body, his gentle hands, one stroking my leg, the other four inches inside me.
I huffed against his cheek, mouthing my way down to his jaw.
He tasted good, too, the salt of clean skin, and the texture of his evening stubble under my tongue made me shiver with lust again.
I wanted my mouth on every inch of him, I wanted us to touch everywhere we possibly could, I wanted more and I wanted it now.
“I’m enjoying it,” I admitted. “But if you don’t fuck me soon, I will die. You don’t want that on your conscience.”
Simon snorted. “I don’t,” he allowed, twisting his wrist in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids, a jolt of pleasure making me whimper against his neck. He’d figured out exactly how to touch me within the first two minutes and was taking advantage.
It wasn’t a completely new experience, but not everyone I’d dated had cared to bother. Not like Simon did, like it’d been his first priority. Item one on the sex to-do list, make Theo whimper.
“Okay,” he said, rocking his fingers in and out one last time. I shuddered as they slipped out, gasping at the sudden empty feeling, squirming to find what I really wanted.
Simon shushed me, moved his hand to my butt, and pulled my cheeks apart with his fingers. For a second I felt intensely, breathtakingly exposed. Then the blunt head of his cock, slick and searing hot, nestled against my entrance.
I bit my lip, picturing what that’d look like. Simon’s hand on me, his cock about to shove inside, stretch me open, fill me up.
I was going to be jerking off to that image for months. Years, maybe.
“Ready?” Simon asked.
Instead of giving him an answer, I pushed myself up, wriggled back, and let gravity take over.
Ohfucksogood. Perfect. Fuck.
Someone was moaning, and it took me a second to realize it was me, the sound clawing up my throat as I sank down on Simon’s cock.
I’d been right, I’d been so right. I shuddered though the stretch, just short of a burn, and didn’t stop until my butt connected with his hips and I couldn’t go any further.
Eyes still closed, I curled my fingers around his shoulders and breathed through my nose, overwhelmed. This was too much, too good, a riot of pleasure and feelings and Simon, inside me, finally.
“Okay?” Simon asked, a little out of breath himself. I hoped he felt at least half as good about this as I did.
“So okay,” I breathed, wriggling on top of him. My cock throbbed as the delicious curve in his pressed against a sensitive spot inside me. “Never better.”
For a handful of heartbeats, we were both still. Then, Simon’s hands ran up my thighs, warm and soothing. I hadn’t realized how tense they were until they relaxed under his touch, and my body sank the tiniest bit closer to his.
I laughed, biting my lip as the movement made him shift inside me and set off another spike of pleasure. I was never going to recover from this.
Which meant I had to make the most of it.
“You feel good,” I murmured, shifting my grip on his shoulders.
Simon beamed up at me, eyes crinkling at the corners. He was so unfairly, unbelievably hot. Everything about him was warm and appealing and I wanted as much of it as I could have.
I bent down to kiss him, breath hitching at the change of angle before our lips met. His fingers tightened around my hips, a light squeeze that sent another shiver running through me, the rough, dry pads of his fingers dragging pleasurably against the sensitive skin.
Humming into his mouth, I let my eyes fall closed as I rocked my hips.
Slow, at first. Careful, shallow movements, not even enough to make the mattress creak under us.
My cock rubbed against his stomach, smearing precome in his treasure trail, and my hips sped up automatically, body torn between chasing that friction and being fucked as deeply as I could manage.
Simon made a tiny sound of pleasure against my lips, squeezing again, firmer this time. He shifted, thighs parting under me, hips rising to meet mine. Just a few fractions of an inch, so gentle I’d have to object if he didn’t get a little more enthusiastic.
I moaned into his mouth as I rolled my hips again, harder this time, deeper, then again, and again, building up a steady rhythm between us.
“Sy,” I breathed, nose pressed to his, panting now. The urge to lean back and ride him like my life depended on it coiled in the pit of my stomach, my hips, my thighs, an aching, throbbing need.
I wanted this to last, though. If we were forgetting all about it once we were home, I needed to wring every drop of pleasure out of it.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmured, running his palm over my butt, giving it a firm squeeze.
“That,” I gasped, a spike of pleasure making my hips jerk. “You. Whatever you want.”
“No,” Simon said. My heart stuttered. No?
“I asked what you need,” he continued. “Tell me.”
Fuck. Oh, this was going to ruin sex with anyone else for me. Forever.
I really had to make the most of it.
“Harder,” I admitted, voice cracking. “I need more.”
Simon nodded, catching my lips again as both of his hands covered my ass, thumbs digging into my hips as he tightened his grip. The pressure made me gasp, back arching.
Only to be pulled back down with more force than I would’ve given Simon credit for.
The sound that spilled into his mouth was one I’d never heard myself make before, a moan that ended in a whimper as he held my hips and thrust up, hitting just the right spot and making me see stars.
Then he did it again, and again. I hiccupped at the peak of every thrust, gasping for air, a wave of heat washing over me and pooling between my legs.
“Yes,” I managed, voice catching, eyes screwing shut. “God, yes.”
It came out as a whimper, but I didn’t care. I wanted Simon to know how good he felt, how good he was making me feel.
“My hand, or yours?” he asked. It took me a second to understand, and another few to think. I wasn’t sure I’d need a hand at all, but—
“Yours,” I forced out, barely a word. “Your hand. Please.”
One of Simon’s hands moved away from my hip, the other one tightening further. Would he leave a bruise?
I hoped so. I wanted a mark to remember this by, even if only for a few days. I could take pictures. Then I’d always know it’d been real, even if we never talked about it again.
A sharp cry escaped me as Simon brushed my cock, the backs of his knuckles running along the underside, thumb spreading precome along the length. I ground against him, whimpering into his mouth, head spinning between the feeling of his cock inside me and his fingers against me.
When he curled them around me, I saw stars again. I almost tipped over right away, clenching every muscle I could to prevent it. I wanted just a few more minutes, a little more of Simon to squirrel away and come back to when I needed it most.
“Got you,” Simon encouraged. “Want you to come first.”
I laughed. Obviously. Obviously, Simon would be more worried about me than himself.
I bent down to his ear. “Make me.”
Simon hummed.
The next thing I knew I was falling.
I landed flat on my back, mattress groaning under me, Simon on top of me.
“You asked for it,” he said, eyes glittering as he grinned down at me.
My heart pounded in my ears so hard I could barely hear him, the rush of arousal so intense that my vision closed in around the edges.
I reached out to grab his face with both hands, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushed into me again, a brand new stretch that made me shiver, thighs tightening, toes curling.
“Fuck,” I panted into his mouth. “Fuck, yes.”
Simon made a happy noise and didn’t miss a beat giving me everything I could’ve wanted, driving deep into me, hitting just the right spot on every thrust, dragging the head of his cock over it, back and forth, relentless.
I hiccupped, clinging to him like my life depended on it, grinding my cock against his stomach, slick with precome and aching with need.
I was so close it hurt, and as much as I wanted this to last forever, I couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Close,” I mumbled, nearly biting my own tongue. Simon curled a hand around my hip, slowed his thrusts in favor of making them deeper, harder, every one of them setting off a new burst of fireworks behind eyelids I hadn’t meant to shut.
I sobbed as my orgasm hit, burying my face in his neck and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
Someone was saying oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, and it took me a second, again, to realize that was me, whimpering it into Simon’s skin as my hips jerked wildly and I came all over his belly, hot and sticky and such a relief I thought I might pass out from it.
Simon made a strangled sound as he came, a hot rush inside me that set off another wave of pleasure and left me shuddering as the ripples of it coursed through me.
Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, I was ruined for every other person on the face of the Earth. Completely, permanently. It’d never feel as good as this with anyone else.
Simon rocked us both through our orgasms, taking me right to the edge of oversensitive and then pulling out as he softened.
He stayed where he was, bent over me, for a handful of breaths before rolling off and collapsing beside me hard enough to make me bounce on the mattress.
The only sound in the room was the two of us panting for breath and the soft creak of the mattress as we both shifted, sinking deeper into it.
Holy shit. Wow. Okay.
Well. Sex could be like that. Who knew?
“How was, uh…?” Simon asked after a pause, voice wrecked.
The sound of it was enough to make me want to crawl back on top of him and insist on round two. My body, on the other hand, was up to moving two fingers, tapping them against the sheets.
I laughed instead of saying anything, too overwhelmed for words. It was probably ironic that I was never good with words when it mattered most. Was that irony? I’d decide when there was more blood in my brain.
Anyway. It’d never mattered with Simon. He’d always known what I wasn’t saying.
“Ouch,” he said, but there was laughter in his voice, too. “That bad?”
I snorted. With supreme force of will, I slapped the back of his hand where it was lying between us with my own.
“That good,” Simon corrected, voice warm and happy and pleased with himself. The urge to roll over and kiss him and demand another round rose up again.
I managed to slip my fingers between his, squeezing lightly.
“Lemme catch my breath a minute,” he said, which was impressive given how hard he was still panting. “Then I’ll clean us up.”