Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
Wren
Damn, I really need to be better with laundry. After eating all that food, all I want to do is curl up in bed wearing a baggy shirt. . . but this day isn’t over yet.
I stare at myself in the mirror and release a long sigh. My hair curled throughout the day, which also means it’s beyond frizzy. There are bags under my eyes because I’m chronically exhausted, and I forgot to shave. But the clock has run out.
It’s now or never.
I take my shirt and bra off and act without thinking. “Theo?” I call before peeking into his room.
“Yes, mi amor?” He fidgets with something on his dresser, but the moment I enter, covering my bare chest, he stops, and a flush spreads across his cheeks.
“Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I forgot to do laundry.”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat, voice a little strained. “Absolutely.”
Turning back to the dresser, he rummages through a drawer and pulls out a black shirt. I slip it on, the soft fabric brushing against my skin.
“Much better.” I inhale, his comforting scent wrapping around me like a warm embrace.
His gaze traces the curve of my body, drifting down to my legs before traveling back up, lingering at the hem of the shirt. His eyes burn with a hunger that quickens my pulse.
He’s not simply looking—he devours, and the intensity sets my skin alight.
I revel in it. Theo has always seen me, but this. . . this makes me feel beautiful.
A boldness rises within me, and I step closer, heart hammering against my ribs. “Do you like what you see?”
His chest rises, each breath heavy and measured. He slides his hand around my waist, pulling me to him with a deliberate slowness that sends shivers down my spine.
His gaze locks on mine, his voice low and thick. “How do you make a simple shirt look so. . . ravishing?”
A soft laugh escapes me, but Theo steals it with a kiss that sears every one of my nerves. He presses his lips against mine, parting them as his tongue slips inside with a commanding grace. The kiss deepens, and a small moan spills from me, fueling the urgency in him.
His lips leave mine just as my breath catches. I open my eyes to find him watching me again, his irises dark as the night sky, flecked with glints of amber like scattered jewels.
Theo grazes his thumb over the curve of my breast before cupping it entirely. Heat pools in my belly as his knuckles brush my sensitive peak. A sharp jolt courses through me when he pinches it, the sensation crackling through my body and settling between my thighs.
“Are you ready?” he murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper.
It’s time.
I hesitate, the weight of our decision thick in the air. My gaze flits around the room. “Where’s the camera?”
“Don’t think about that.” He tilts my chin so our eyes meet again. “Focus on me—on us.”
He slips his hand beneath my shirt, fingertips grazing my upper thigh with a reverent touch. My underwear glides down my legs as he tugs them free. When I glance at his lips, he lifts my chin again with firm yet gentle fingers.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers. “Nothing else.”
His thumb moves in slow circles over my clit, and goose bumps ripple over my skin.
“Do you consent?” His lips brush my ear, and his teeth graze my earlobe before he sucks it gently, drawing a shaky gasp from me.
I nod, breathless. “Yes.”
A low growl vibrates against my neck. “That’s my girl.”
Before I’m ready, he slides his fingers inside me with a sure, steady motion, filling me completely. I clutch the back of his shirt in both fists, barely able to catch my breath as he curls his fingers and presses into the perfect spot.
“You’re so wet, mi amor,” he groans, voice thick with satisfaction.
I press my forehead to his shoulder, rising to my toes, desperate for more. “Please, Theo,” I manage, the plea raw.
“Begging already?” His teasing tone carries a dark edge, but his fingers don’t stop. They explore me with excruciating precision, every movement, every stroke designed to undo me.
“Theo,” I plead, my voice trembling, my grip on his shirt tightening.
His free hand slides up my back, drawing me closer. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the curve of my neck. “Falling apart for me.”
My body arches into his touch as his thumb resumes its languid circles against my clit. A shiver races down my spine, every nerve alive and electric. The tension coils tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
He’s teasing me, dangling what I crave just out of reach. He knows exactly where to touch and how to break me, but he’s withholding, denying me the release my body screams for.
“The only place you’re coming tonight is on my face or my cock,” he growls against my ear. “Pick one.”
“Just one?” The words slip out before I can stop them.
A devilish grin spreading across his face. “Such a greedy, greedy woman.” He curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes my toes curl. “Is this what you want?”
A gasp tears from my chest as my hips buck into his hand. Every nerve in my body ignites as he presses deeper, dragging out every ounce of tension building inside me. My hands clutch at his shirt, desperate for something to anchor me.
He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my face toward him.
His gaze locks on mine, dark and intoxicating. If looks alone could unravel me, I’d already be undone.
His lips part, just slightly, and he sweeps his tongue over them, slow and teasing. It’s impossible not to imagine that tongue sweeping elsewhere. Fire races through my veins, and I’m on the brink, teetering at the edge of an orgasm that feels as though it might consume me whole.
But just as the tension crests, he withdraws. His fingers leave me empty, and his lips crash against mine, swallowing my protest.
“No.” I whimper, clutching at him. “Come back.”
A low, husky laugh escapes him as he slides his hand to my waist. He steps closer, forcing me to retreat until the backs of my legs meet the mattress.
“Did you forget what I said?” He leans in, his weight pressing me down slightly. “Either my face or my cock.”
The thought of his tongue tracing over my clit and entrance sends a fresh wave of heat through me. But the idea of him filling every inch of me, hitting the spot he knows will make me scream. . . it’s too much to bear. He can’t make me choose.
I grab the hem of my shirt and tug it off in one swift motion. His cocky composure shatters, his pupils dilating as his gaze devours me.
I arch a brow, my own smirk playing on my lips. “Why can’t I have both?”
“You can have whatever you want.” His voice is strained as he drops his eyes to my chest, lingering.
A soft hum leaves my lips as I toy with my nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Pleasure spikes, and I moan, enjoying the way his breath hitches.
“Whatever I want?” I repeat, pinching harder, and his jaw tightens at the sound of my gasp.
“Anything,” he mutters, the word more of a plea than a promise.
I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. As my palm glides over his cock, his head falls back, and a guttural groan escapes his lips.
“Can you suck on my clit?” I whimper.
“I’ll worship you,” he rasps.
“Take these off,” I demand, licking the curve of his neck before sucking on the pulse thrumming beneath his skin.
He’s quick to obey, dropping his jeans to the floor and stepping free of them without missing a beat. My hand returns to his cock, tracing its length with just enough pressure for him to?—
“Yes, baby,” he moans as his hips stutter toward my touch, but I pull back before giving him relief.
I should torment him the way he did me, but my need outweighs my restraint. My clit throbs with desperation, the ache unbearable. I lie back on the bed, spreading my legs in invitation, and he joins without hesitation.
Propping myself on my elbows, I watch as he lowers himself between my thighs. He kisses his way up, each press of his lips sending shockwaves through me. By the time he hovers over my entrance, his warm breath tickling my skin, I’m trembling.
He flicks his gaze upward, locking with mine. Those gorgeous, hungry eyes rake over me, and the weight of his attention bolsters my resolve.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers just before his tongue brushes my clit, and the world dissolves into pure, unrelenting pleasure.
“Is this what you want?” Theo’s voice is low and rough, the heat of his breath grazing my pussy.
His tongue slides over me, moving to my folds. When his lips return to my clit, he kisses it tenderly, and my composure breaks. My back meets the bed as the tension I’ve been clinging to slips away.
Giving myself over to him is easy. I close my eyes and let every sensation consume me. His warmth, the skilled way his tongue moves—every flick, every stroke—is perfectly orchestrated.
Then, as if he knows I’m teetering on the edge, he slides his hand up my body, cupping my breast. His fingers find my nipple, brushing over it lightly at first, then pinching just enough to make me gasp.
“Fuck,” I moan, a sharp inhale tightening my chest as my back arches off the bed.
The sounds of him—soft groans mixed with the wet noises of his mouth—fill the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing back to me. I never thought I’d find those noises so. . . intoxicating.
I scoot closer to him, craving more, needing more. Theo curls his arm around my thigh, locking me in place against his mouth. The added pressure makes me groan, his tongue flicking over my clit in unpredictable intervals. One moment soft and teasing, the next firm and relentless.
My thighs quiver as waves of electricity ripple through me. My chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, my grip on the sheets tightening like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality.
Theo’s moans vibrate against me, low and primal, pulling a cry from my lips. “Yes, don’t stop!”
And he doesn’t. Shaking his head slightly, he increases his pace. The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until I can’t hold on any longer.
My body tenses, and a tidal wave of ecstasy crashes into me. My hips lift off the bed, but Theo’s hands are firm, holding me in place as he keeps going, drawing out every last tremor of my orgasm.
“Theo!” I scream, the intensity leaving me breathless and quivering.
He doesn’t move from his spot, lapping at me as though my release is the only thing he needs.
I suck in air while opening my eyes and catch him kneeling above me. I drag my gaze over his toned chest.
He presses a kiss to my thigh, his lips warm and soft. “Move up toward the pillows.”
My limbs are jelly, but I obey, rolling onto my stomach and crawling to the headboard. Collapsing onto the pillows, I try to catch my breath, my body still tingling.
I’m spent. My body hums with the aftermath, every muscle relaxed, every nerve dulled. Surely, he’ll let me recover?—
“Come here, baby girl,” Theo murmurs, his voice sending a fresh shiver through me. His lips skim over my waistline as his hands find my hips.
Before I can respond, he flips me onto my back. Those eyes meet mine, dark and smoldering.
“We’re not done yet.”