Chapter 42 #2
I nod. “Yes. But I don’t want to.”
“Why not?” he asks, dragging his thumb over my nipple again while pairing it with a kiss to my neck.
“Because I want your cock.”
“Mmm, you like my cock, love?” His mouth finds the other side of my neck.
“Love it.”
“Good answer,” he says just as he rolls my nipples with both hands, pinching just enough to please my body.
“Oh my God, yes,” I say, not minding that I’m in the kitchen of Theo’s house with his friend just upstairs. “Yes, Theo.” He continues to roll. Moving my hand between my legs, I start to play with myself when my hand is quickly snatched away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Helping,” I say breathlessly while my body hums.
“I don’t need help, and this pussy belongs to me. You don’t fucking touch it without my permission,” he snaps.
“Does that mean your cock belongs to me?” I challenge.
“You owned my cock the minute your eyes met mine,” he whispers, soothing my soul with his words.
Then he takes my fingers that were rubbing my clit and he slips them into his mouth, sucking them, his tongue swirling around each digit until he’s completely satisfied.
Or at least I thought he was.
“I need more,” he says and then lifts me off his lap and bends me over at the waist so my ass is right in front of his face. “That’s more like it,” he says before his mouth finds my clit and he starts lapping me up.
“Jesus,” I whisper. I’ve never been in a position like this.
My legs shake as I try to maintain balance.
My body thrums with need as he gives me exactly what I want.
And my muscles fatigue as my orgasm builds and builds and builds with each and every press of his tongue.
He’s so good at this, a master, knowing exactly what I want and how I want it.
I swear he can read my mind because when I want him to go faster, his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit.
When I want him to slow down, his tongue flattens and takes long, languid strokes that drive me crazy with need.
“You’re so good,” I say just as he grunts, and I see him pull his cock out of his shorts. He starts stroking, so I quickly step away from him and turn around.
A look of irritation crosses his expression. “I’m not fucking done feasting. Bring your pussy back here.”
“My turn,” I say as I get down on my knees and move his hand away, replacing it with mine. I go to wrap my lips around his head, but he stops me. “What?” I ask, insecurity racing through me.
“No, Renley, I’m too close.”
“Already?”
He nods. “I swear to fuck, there’s something about you. I will come if you put your mouth on my cock, so bend over and give me that pussy again.”
Not listening, I tug on his shorts so they’re pulled all the way off.
“Renley…”
I stand up, straddle his legs, and then take his giant cock and place it at my entrance, only to slowly sink down on top of him.
“Fuuuuuck,” he drags out, his head momentarily falling back in pleasure. “Jesus Christ, I’m so close.” His hands move to my sides, and then one drives into my hair as his mouth finds mine.
His kisses are a drug; they put me in a state of confusion, uneasiness, and a mind-numbing, blackout pleasure that I’ve never experienced before.
He’s able to control, manipulate, and possess me in a way that almost feels unnatural, but also feels so very right.
Like this is what I’ve been missing my whole life.
I never want to let go of this feeling.
His tongue collides with mine while I move up and down on top of him, loving how I can feel all of him so deep inside me. It’s the best feeling, being this full, this desired.
“Shit, love,” he breathes heavily, placing his forehead against mine, staring down at our connection. “Not going to last.”
“Me neither,” I say.
“Want to go deeper.” He lifts us both up from the chair and lays me on the table, situates my ankles over his shoulders, and grips my hips before thrusting so deep that he hits me in a spot that makes my body tremble.
“Oh God,” I moan as he does it again and again and again. It’s the fourth thrust that has my stomach dropping and my orgasm tugging me right over the edge. “Oh fuck, Theo!” I yell, my body trembling around him.
“Jesus fuck,” he grunts just as he stills and pours into me. “Christ,” he huffs as he opens his eyes and stares down at me.
“What happened to eyes on me?” I ask.
He smirks and leans down to give me a kiss, only for a crack to sound through the kitchen, and before I know it, we’re both on the ground, a broken table beneath us.
“Shit,” he says, scrambling off me. “Are you okay?”
Chuckling, I nod. “I’m fine. Are you?”
“Yeah, I think so.” He looks me over. “Sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay.” I glance from side to side. “You broke the table.”
“No, you did.”
My mouth falls open in mirth. “Uh, you were the one thrusting.”
“Yeah, because I can’t get enough of your tight cunt.”
The way he just throws that word around makes my cheeks blaze.
“So technically, you broke the table.”
“Blame the woman. Do you really think that’s a smart idea?”
He smooths his hand over his cheek. “Probably not, but I stand by my statement. Your pussy made me lose control. Maybe don’t have such an addicting pussy.”
“Do you realize how absurd you sound?”
“Yes, but please note, blood is still attempting to return to the rest of my body, so I might speak nonsense right now.”
“Uh-huh. Nice try. I need to clean up. Can you help me up?”
“Sure, yeah.” He helps me up and then offers me his shirt.
I slip it on before I head to the downstairs bathroom that’s right off the kitchen.
I spend a bit of time taking care of business and when I look in the mirror, my reflection shining back at me, I notice the bite marks that haven’t gone away, the redness of my skin from Theo’s scruff, and the satisfied grin on my face.
Ehh, I don’t know if satisfied is the proper term.
It doesn’t feel like it fully encapsulates what I’m feeling when he’s around. Not even close. Not even sure there is a word for it.
Either way, staring back at the mirror, I don’t look like the same girl from a month ago. I look like someone with hope.
And it’s because of him.
I finish up in the bathroom and exit, only to find Theo sitting in a kitchen chair next to the broken table, looking far too handsome. His eyes travel up my legs, to my face, and with that one sexy look, I know for certain there is no chance in hell I’ll be getting any sleep tonight.
Arms crossed, a look of disappointment on his face, Rupert gestures to the broken kitchen table and says, “Really? On the surface where I enjoy my afternoon tea? Was that really necessary?”
Theo and I are standing side by side, him in a pair of shorts and me in my walking clothes. We decided to make it seem like I was coming back from my walk when I return home, in case Aunt Kitty has any questions. But before I could leave, Rupert pulled us to the side.
“It’s bad enough that I had to listen to ‘Oh God, Theo,’ and ‘Fuck this cunt,’ and ‘Fuck, I’m coming’ all night long.” Oh my God, he heard us? “But then you have to go and break the kitchen table? What if I walked in on you?”
“You were sleeping.”
“Trust me…I wasn’t. And those headphones you got me did jack shit.”
“Oh my God, Rupert, I’m so sorry.” I’m absolutely mortified.
“Don’t worry about it. Not the first time I’ve heard what that man’s crotch can do.”
“Can you not?” Theo asks as I glance over at him, my mind trailing off for a moment about how many women he could have possibly been with.
“Either way, I hope you realize you won’t be getting your security deposit back.” He gestures toward the table again. “This is a real renter’s offense. They might take legal action.”
“They’re not going to take legal action. Also, stop making a big deal about this. I’m trying to say farewell to Renley and thank her for an amazing night, and you’re ruining that with your dramatics.”
Rupert presses his hand to his chest. “Pardon me for being slightly dramatic because I didn’t get an ounce of sleep last night.”
“Jesus,” Theo mutters before taking my hand and leading me to the front door.
He presses me lightly against the wood as Rupert calls out, “Careful, you might fuck her right through that door with your insane thrusts. If you do that, creatures will be able to get into the house, and if that happens, my arse will be back on a plane to England faster than you can say, ‘This pussy was made for me.’”
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” Theo yells back and then brings his attention back to me. “Sorry about that.”
“Theo,” I whisper. “I’m mortified.”
“Why?”
“Uh, because your butler heard me. I was…I was quite loud last night because I was under the impression that he was asleep.”
“You were loud, and I fucking loved it,” Theo says, moving to kiss my neck, but I stop him.
“You’ll mess up my makeup. It took me a solid ten minutes to cover up your marks.”
“Which I’m not happy about, by the way.”
“Theo.” I press my hand to his chest. “We were obnoxious last night.” Leaning in closer, I say, “We had sex six times. That’s not human.”
“Why is this a problem?”
“We’re…we’re addicts. We need help.”
“You’re right, we do need help. I was reading an article the other day that said if you’re obsessed with your girlfriend’s pussy, the only cure is to suck on her clit more, soooo…shorts off, Gossy.”
“Stop.” I chuckle. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” He playfully reaches for the waistline of my shorts.
“Theo.” I push at his chest. “Seriously, the stamina is ridiculous.”
“I see nothing wrong with it.”
“Of course you don’t. You’re only thinking with your penis right now.”
“He does tend to lead the way with decisions when it comes to you.”
I roll my eyes. “Can you just kiss me, thank me for an amazing night, and then send me on my way so I don’t have to have him staring at me like that anymore?”
I point to Rupert, who is leaning against the living room wall, arms crossed, staring me down.
“Stop fucking looking at her, you sick bastard!” Theo yells.
“Sick bastard?” Rupert practically stomps his foot in protest. “You’re the one who thought it was appropriate to have a sex-a-thon with his friend next door. Were you trying to prove something? Because if you were, you won. My dick would never be able to do such a thing.”
“For the love of God, leave us alone.”
“Wish I could,” Rupert says, throwing his arms up in the air and then going back into the kitchen.
When Theo turns back to me, he grips my chin and whispers, “Thank you for last night. You weren’t amazing, you were phenomenal. If you’re sore at all, please let me know, okay?”
I nod.
I wrap my hand around his neck and bring him down for a kiss. He groans into my mouth and pushes me against the door, his pelvis matching up with mine while his tongue parts my lips.
I gently hook my leg around his as I feel him start to get hard.
Not wanting to lose control in the entryway, I pull away and then grab ahold of the doorknob. He gasps for air and then looks at me as if I just punched him.
“Gossy, you can’t leave after a kiss like that.”
“I have to.” I glance down at his bulge, and it takes everything in me to open the door and tell myself to be good. “I have things I have to do today, and they do not include spending the day in Theo’s bed.”
“Actually, I checked your to-do list, and that’s the one thing that’s on there. Crazy, huh?”
“Yeah.” I roll my eyes. “Thank you for last night. Express my apologies to Rupert one more time. I’ll, uh…I’ll see you around.”
“See me around?” he asks, raising a brow. “Gossy, I’ll see you at the store.”
“Are you sure? Maybe you should spend some time with Rupert. He seems like he needs some love from your crotch as well.”
Theo cringes. “Renley—”
“Thank you, Renley,” Rupert calls out from the kitchen. Does the guy have insane hearing or something? I didn’t even say that loudly. “I’d love a day with my man.”
“See?” I kiss Theo one more time on the lips. “Hang out with Rupert today.”
“At least let me bring you dinner tonight. You can show me the progress you made.”
“That sounds perfect.”
One more kiss and then I give him a wave and take off.
Of course, because I’m infatuated with the man, I glance over my shoulder to see if he’s still watching, and of course he is, one arm propped up against the doorframe in his shirtless glory, looking so freaking good that for a moment, I think about throwing caution to the wind and letting myself spend the day in his bed.
But my priorities win out, because it’s time to get to work.