Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Wren
“Yes!” I cry out when Theo arches his fingers against my G-spot.
Only one word can describe where I am right now: heaven.
Everything is trembling. With each flick of his tongue, the muscles in my stomach tighten like an elastic band. The noises that leave those heavenly lips only add to my building climax. I was worried he wouldn’t enjoy doing this with me, but he wouldn’t moan like that if that were the case. He wouldn’t look as if he were worshipping my body or enjoying how I taste.
His touch is otherworldly. He knows what I want before I do and uses that to his advantage. I wasn’t prepared for his fingers, but goddamn, the stretching is far from uncomfortable. My body is on fire, and only he has the power to subdue the flame.
Pleasure rakes through me, and I whimper as his fingers slow down. “Theo, no.” I plead with ragged breaths.
When I arch back into him, he kisses my clit and hums against it.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says while licking my folds. “Can I try something?”
Try whatever you want, lift me off this bed, and fuck me until the entire neighborhood knows I’m yours. Just don’t stop.
“Yes,” I gasp.
With a series of kisses along my clit to my entrance, he moves his free hand up my stomach to my breasts. He brushes a fingertip over my nipple, and I shiver and relax around him.
“Have you played with your breasts before?”
“Mhm,” I pant as my chest heaves.
“Words, baby girl. Do you like this?” He feathers his finger over my nipple, sending a shockwave throughout my body.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Or this?” Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my bud, and the ripple intensifies.
My lower back arches off the bed, and his dark chuckle vibrates into me. “Look at me, Wren,” he orders while increasing his tongue’s momentum, but I shake my head.
“I can’t.” I grip the sheets again as his fingers work me higher and higher.
Nerves spread through me, and I’m becoming acutely aware of where we are and what we’re doing. My breathing quickens, and the urge to run creeps in.
“You still trust me?” he asks while slowing down.
It’s such a simple question; one I already know the answer to. Trusting Theo is easy, so when I nod, I mean it wholeheartedly.
“Then, look at me.”
Without a second thought, I look down at him, right into his chocolate eyes, and a fresh wave of desire surges through me. It takes over my common sense and anxiety. All that matters is this moment, Theo and I, and nothing else.
“Is this too much?” he whispers while making out with my most sensitive area.
I thought it would be, so when I mutter a “No,” I’m just as surprised as him. Seeing Theo this way. . . it’s different, vulnerable, and invigorating. When he moans and swipes his tongue from up my slit, I shiver, and my head drops back.
“Eyes on me,” he growls.
Readjusting, I grant him my attention and become mesmerized with watching him pleasure me. “Oh my god.” I’m shaking again.
The worry and shadow of a doubt creep away.
“You’re so close. I can taste it.”
“Theo,” I cry out, and he pulls me closer to his mouth. “Fuck!”
Reaching down, I weave my fingers in his hair. His fingertip works my hardened peak as his other hand focuses on hitting my G-spot repeatedly.
It all becomes too much. In seconds, I’m a whimpering, moaning mess. The kissing sounds bounce off the walls, the desperate look in his eyes and how good every inch of him feels—I can’t handle much more of it.
“Just like that, don’t stop,” I gasp, my voice breaking as I roll my hips against his mouth.
He presses closer, his lips firm and unrelenting as he sucks on my clit, each pull sending electric sparks down my spine. He curls his fingers inside me, grazing that perfect spot with expert precision, making my whole body ignite. Heat radiates from where his mouth meets my skin, and every flick of his tongue seems like it’s branding me, setting fire to every nerve. Stars explode in my eyes, and my mouth drops open with ragged groans. I grip Theo’s hair, holding him against me as I ride out the intense pleasure raking through me.
Everything is tingling: my thighs, back, arms, and heart. This is what I’ve been missing out on? No woman deserves to go without coming like this at least once in her life because, damn, nothing beats it.
Loosening my hold on his hair, I fall against the mattress.
He carefully lowers my legs, his touch lingering on my skin like a promise. Gently, he adjusts my dress, his fingers skimming my thighs, leaving trails of goose bumps that seep into my skin. When he lies down beside me, he leans in close, and his scent—something familiar and warm—surrounds me, grounding me in the afterglow. His hand finds mine, our fingers interlocking, and the steady beat of his pulse against my own racing heartbeat is a reminder that this is real, that he’s right here.
My small gasps are the only sound to fill the room. With one final exhale, I turn to face him.
“What are you looking at?” I ask with a shy smile.
“The most magnificent woman I’ll ever see,” he responds in a low whisper.
Flipping onto his side, he brushes a loose curl from my face. His hair is also messy, thanks to my fingers, but I don’t dare fix it. I want to remember this moment for as long as I can. Commit him to memory and soak this in.
“You feel this too, right?” he murmurs, his voice low and unguarded.
As I look at him, my heart leaps into my throat, and the air I just regained vanishes. “Feel what?” I ask.
He traces my jawline with his thumb, his touch both familiar and electrifying. “This. The spark.”
His words hang between us, heavy and charged, and my chest tightens with a longing I’ve been too afraid to name. It’s like he’s reading the thoughts I’ve kept buried, and the realization is both exhilarating and terrifying. Here, with him, I’m finally seen—completely and undeniably.
“Yes,” I whisper, barely audible. “I feel it too.”
Theo places a kiss on my lips, and I can taste myself. I can’t help but chuckle, and his grin widens as he looks at me. “What’s so funny?” he asks.
“You taste like me.” I snicker.
Placing his hands on my cheeks, he brings me in and kisses me long and hard. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t stop.
“Theo,” I laugh.
His smile breaks our kiss, and when he pulls back, I blush.
“It’s divine, isn’t it?”
I can’t bring myself to respond. Instead, I sit up and reach for my underwear. “Before we head back, do you think your mom still has any of your baggy shirts? My boobs are killing me.”
There are several reasons I don’t dress up. One of them is that I can’t find a bra that doesn’t dig into my rib cage. Underwire is a crime against all women.
“Umm, let’s see.” Theo stands and goes to his closet without any further questions.
When he pulls out a cotton tee, I almost sob in relief.
“Thank you! Can you unzip me?” I ask while standing and turning around.
“No, thank you,” he says, and I chuckle while slapping his hand.
The back of my dress loosens, and before I can reach back to unhook my bra, Theo does it in one swift motion.
“Theodore!” I scold through a laugh.
“What?” he asks in an innocent tone.
“I could have done that myself.”
“Why would you when I’m right here?”
“Maybe I don’t want you to see my boobs?” I say while turning around. “Don’t look.” I place my hands on his shoulders and spin him around.
“So you’ll come on my face, but I can’t see your tits?” He teases me, his grin wicked.
I cross my arms, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I say, though my cheeks burn. “Maybe I just didn’t want to give you all the satisfaction.”
Without waiting, Theo turns around, and he narrows his eyes, the playful glint unmistakable. “Oh, I’m pretty satisfied, trust me. But if I knew you were hiding all this”—he gestures with an exaggerated sweep—“I might’ve begged sooner.”
A laugh escapes before I can stop it, and he steps closer, brushing his fingers over my shoulder, leaning in to murmur, “But just so you know, Wren, I’m not done yet.”
I purse my lips, trying to hold back a smile. “Theo, make yourself useful and zip me up again.”
“Was I not useful earlier?” he grumbles as I turn around.
Once I’m sucked back into the dress, I place the shirt over my head and face him again.
“Remember when you were screaming my name? Theo! Theo! Theo?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, and he moans in surprise. Smiling against his lips, I giggle in response. “You’re trouble, Theodore Torres.”
His expression softens, and he asks the question I’ve been daring to ask myself. “What now?”
“I’m not sure,” I admit.
“What do you want?”
You.
I want this. Your gaze in mine, the fluttering, the warmth, the laughs, smiles, subtle and not so subtle touches. “I want?—”
“Theo, are you in there?” Malory calls from outside the room.
“Her timing never ceases to amaze me,” he sighs. “?No hablo Inglés!”
“?Estas ahí?”
“Sorry, I don’t speak Spanish,” he says.
“I’m going to kick you into next year!”
With a groan, he starts toward the door, but I stop him by grabbing his wrist. “We’ll talk later.”
After I kiss his cheek, he blushes and lets his Mom in with a gleam in his eyes.
“What are you—” She takes a mental step back when she sees me. “It’s finally happened,” she mutters, and Theo and I furrow our brows. “I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. I’ve prepared for the day when I walk in on you and Wren.”
“No.” I’m quick to deny it.
“You’ve lost your mind,” Theo says.
“If I didn’t catch you two in the act, then why is your bra on the floor, and why are you wearing one of my son’s old shirts?”
“My boobs were hurting,” I groan.
“Yeah, you should see the marks,” he jokes.
“Theo!” Malory and I shout at the same time, and his eyes widen.
“That was terrifying.” He gulps.
“That’s what you get.” I slap his arm while walking past him.
“Where are you going?” he calls after me.
“To be social! Take a page out of her book!” Mal shouts as Theo follows me.
Taking the stairs, I leap onto the landing and head back toward the fruit tray. Picking up where I left off, I place a strawberry in my mouth and shimmy. Each bite is a symphony of sweet flavors balanced by subtle tartness. Placing another one on my tongue, I bite into it and sigh in contentment.
“Are you going to hang out by the fruit tray for the remainder of the day?” Theo asks before placing his hands on my hips and pulling my back against his chest. His breath is warm against my neck, and I shiver when he whispers in my ear. “You are radiant.”
As he massages my waist, I can’t help but lean into his touch, eager to have his lips on me again.
“Why do you feel so good?” Theo kisses my neck, and I arch into him, desperate to get closer. “I can’t get enough of you.”
The stairs creak, indicating his mom is coming. With one final kiss on my cheek, he peels us apart and starts snacking on a carrot stick.
“Wren, do you want to borrow a pair of my shorts?” Mal asks.
“You don’t like my new outfit?”
Theo’s shirt stops near the middle of my ass, and the dress falls right above my knees.
“I think you look great,” Theo says while crunching down on more vegetables.
“I just want you to be comfortable,” Mal says while starting back outside. “By the way, Gia is looking for you, Theo. Be polite.”
“Yeah, Theo, be polite .” I tease him as she closes the glass sliding door.
His smoldering gaze leaves invisible marks over my body as he chomps down on a piece of celery. “Careful, I won’t hesitate to bring you back upstairs and teach you a lesson.”
He jolts toward me, and with a squeal, I book it outside with him hot on my tail.