Chapter 16
Finn
Theo’s fingers are on my buttons, and I think I’ve stopped breathing.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each one pushes more oxygen out of my lungs. She’s straddling me as if she’s claiming what’s hers and done waiting for permission. Hoodie riding up her hips, bare skin pressed to my tux trousers, working a grind of heat across my lap that fucking wrecks me.
All I see is her mouth. All I want is more of it. That lush, clever mouth. The same mouth that just kissed my hand like it was sacred.
She dips her chin and peers up through her lashes. There’s this tiny lick of her tongue against the corner of her lip, and I nearly lose it. It’s not even a kiss, and I’m spiralling.
She leans in slow… Her mouth finds mine, and I’m gone.
Her kiss doesn’t ask. It claims.
Top lip slick with heat. Her breath tastes like chocolate and marshmallows. I want to breathe her in, swallow her whole, and never let her out.
Theo sinks her fingers into my hair, and I groan as her mouth opens for me. I take her face in both hands to kiss her deeper, give her my tongue hard and fast. She kisses me back like she’s starving, and I’m so in – wet, hot, all in.
I should pace myself.
But then she moves her hips against me and…no chance.
She rocks again, and it lands right where I need it. Slow drag over the part of me that’s been begging for her. She sighs against my chin and it rips straight down my spine.
‘Goddammit, Theo—’
She shushes me with another kiss.
I push my hand under her hoodie. No bra. She’s soft and full in my hands, heavy enough to make me swear. I sweep my thumbs over her nipples, and she pushes into my touch as if I’d flipped a switch.
‘I’ve thought about this.’ I run my open mouth along the line of her neck. ‘So many times. But it’s not even close to how good you feel.’
I take that damn hoodie off her. ‘I’ve fantasised about this a hundred times, Theo…’
‘And what…did you do in those fantasies?’ Her breath leaves her in a rush, and she holds the back of my neck to pull me closer.
‘Tugged my cock slow thinking about how your tits would bounce if you rode me.’ I give them a slow squeeze. ‘And every time I came, it wasn’t enough. Because I couldn’t fucking touch you.’
‘Then stop talking and put your mouth on me.’
My laugh breaks on a groan as she pushes against me. ‘Bossy.’
‘Only when I need to be.’
‘Oh, I’ll show you what you need.’ I lean in and take one tight peak into my mouth, sucking until she lets out another shattered moan.
Every rock of her hips sends a new ripple through me.
My cock is straining so hard it hurts. Her skin is silk and heat and the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever touched.
I want everything. Every fucking heartbeat.
And she’s right here, letting me touch her like this.
Not pretending it’s anything less than raw need.
Real. This is as real as it gets.
She rolls her hips down, and the sofa’s springs dig into my back like teeth. I don’t give a damn. Her head falls to my shoulder, and she lets out a sweet little series of pants I’ll never recover from.
‘Shit, Theo… You’ve got no idea what that does to me.’
She gasps again when I rock up, letting her feel every ridge of pressure, every bit of friction.
‘That’s it, baby. Now open my trousers.’
Her eyes shoot to mine, wide and dark. ‘I—’
‘You heard me.’ I cup her neck with my hand. ‘You’re soaked and I’m dying. Get my fucking cock out, Theo.’
She swallows, and I feel it with my whole body.
Her hands drop to my waist, fingers trembling. She fumbles the button. I don’t help her, I watch – her concentration, how her teeth sink into her bottom lip…
She takes her sweet time with the zip, her knuckles grazing lower. The second she dips her fingers under my waistband, I swear to Christ my ribs tear open. My hips jerk up – fuck patience – and I shove everything down in one ruthless motion: trousers, briefs. My cock’s free, thick and hard.
She stares and her gaze goes hungry. ‘I knew it. Of course you’re gorgeous there, too.’
The fuck’s she doing making me feel shy about it? It shouldn’t work on me. That shouldn’t—
She closes her fingers around the base, so tentative it makes my head spin.
‘I was right,’ she says. ‘You don’t need small hands to make it look bigger.’
And just like that, I laugh – with a painful hard-on. God, this woman.
She drags her thumb over the head, catching the slick there.
‘You’re gonna kill me, Theo.’
She sinks forward against me again. Her hot centre glides over me, lace barely a barrier.
I let out a low, fucked noise. ‘Careful or I’ll come like a teenager.’
‘Don’t you dare.’
‘Then don’t move like that.’
But she does. Slow rolls that drive the head of me against her clit through that thin strip.
‘You hear that?’ I ask.
The wet sound of her arousal dragging over me. Oh, she hears it. Her whole face burns. Blushing Theo is always stunning. But blushing Theo with bare tits rubbing herself up and down my cock? That’s a fucking work of art.
And Jesus Christ, I want to fuck that pink deeper.
‘Don’t get shy now.’ I kiss along her collarbone. ‘You’re aroused. That’s fucking sexy.’
She rubs over my entire length again, dragging fire behind it. I reach between us, nudge the lace aside, and tease my fingers through her folds, slick and hot.
‘Fuck. I could slide right in, Theo.’
She gasps out a bitten-off curse, and it shoots through my bones like lightning.
‘Theo, baby… You’re making noises I’ll be replaying in my head till I’m ninety.’
‘I think—’
‘Don’t think. Just feel me.’
She bites her lip and moves. Slow, slow, slow. Up and down now.
‘There. That. Do that again.’
She rocks her hips in a tighter circle. I drop my hands to her arse and I yank her down, hooking my thumbs under the lace. ‘You want to take these off?’
She nods again, pupils blown. ‘I need you. You,’ she breathes. ‘Finn. Please. Now. I need—’
‘Let’s see.’
Her hips buck when I work my hand between us.
I trawl two fingers through her hot, swollen flesh, just enough pressure to part her.
She’s…so soft. Smooth, and so fucking wet that the seam of her clings like a kiss.
Not just slick, thick with it. My middle finger catches on her entrance, and that first scant millimetre?
A molten, fluttering grip. She’s alive under my hand.
I curl, find the spot, and her entire body quivers. ‘Mhm…There, baby?’
A rasp breaks out of her, halfway between surrender and disbelief. I suck one nipple into my mouth. She hisses through her teeth as I strip my fingers from her and paint her lips with them.
‘Open.’
Her tongue darts out, and she tastes herself, eyes blazing into mine.
‘Tell me, baby – you need more of my fingers,’ I cup her jaw with one hand, ‘or are you ready to be fucked? Your choice.’
‘I-I want…’ She’s hiccupping. ‘God, I want everything. But I don’t know how to—’
‘Stand up, my darlin’.’
Eyes glaze-fix on mine. Slowly, she rises from my lap.
‘Now take them off for me, nice and slow.’
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peels them down. They catch slightly on one thigh, then fall at her feet. She steps out of them. Soft curls, dark and natural, glossy where she’s wet for me. Fucking glorious. My cock kicks at the sight.
I reach down, snatch my wallet from the trousers on the floor, and fish out a condom. I tear the foil and roll it on with shaky hands. Her eyes track my fingers like she’s memorising how wrecked she’s got me.
Yeah, look close, baby. That’s how fucked up I am for you.
Because this thing between us? It’s not heat.
It’s white phosphorus behind my sternum.
The high of realising she’s letting me in.
She’s giving me the parts that never make it out of the armour.
That’s the real addiction – trusting me.
And she’s doing it with her eyes wide open.
As though I’m not a problem, but the thing she wants.
Not tolerated or endured. Wanted.
And when I sit back, it’s with wonder and gratitude and greed for more.
‘You don’t have to say anything right now.’ Her voice goes threadbare. ‘Just…please don’t stop looking at me like that.’
‘Not as long as I have eyes.’
‘I don’t know how to do this without pretending I’m not scared. But I don’t want to stop.’
‘Come here.’
She climbs onto the sofa, knees on either side of my thighs again.
‘You don’t have to pretend anything.’ I grip her hips and guide her in close. ‘You just have to let yourself be mine.’
And I mean it. I want the broken part, the fear and fury and softness underneath. I want all of it to be mine.
She reaches between us, and for a second, her hand hovers as if she’s not sure if she’s allowed.
‘Aye, take it, baby. All yours.’
A ragged exhale. ‘You’re so…hard and…’ Her teeth dig into her bottom lip.
I feel her guide me, my tip teasing her entrance, hotter and softer than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. She inches forward.
‘Go slow, baby. You’re so tight, you’ll need a moment.’
She nods, fiercely focussed. But her voice is almost fragile. ‘I’m trying. But I want to…feel everything. I need you so much.’
Her thighs flex and she sinks down a bit. A groan rips from my chest as if it’s been buried there for years. She stretches around me with tight, gripping heat. She’s letting me in – really in – and my body’s fighting to hold back when all I want is to disappear inside her.
‘God. Oh my god. I feel you, Finn. I…’
I haul her closer, one hand splayed up the dip of her spine, the other locked on her hip.
Another slow descent and I nearly black out.
The pressure steals my breath. Jesus fuck, she feels like home.
Her chest brushes mine, nipples dragging over my shirt where it’s still half-buttoned.
She exhales against my jaw. And then she takes me all the way.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her pussy is clenching so damn hard I feel her heartbeat around my cock.