Chapter 45 #2
“Fuck,” he whispers as he releases my neck and moves to my mouth. His tongue dives between my lips, finding mine in a feral need. I part my lips and allow him to continue to claim me, his tongue swiping and tangling. His desire ramped up. His need consuming.
I reach between us and play with the waistline of his shorts, slipping my fingers past, wanting us both naked as I tug on them.
He releases me for a moment and that’s when I stand and slip out of my shorts, leaving me naked, only to tug on his shorts and spring him free as well. With his erection straining up his stomach, I kneel between his legs and move my hands to grip him, but he stops me.
“No, love. I want to be inside you. I need it.”
Seeing the desperation in his eyes, I straddle his legs and bring my center right to his hard, thick length.
He positions himself and I sit up, press him to my entrance, and then lower down on him.
“Fuck,” he drags out, his head falling back to the couch as I take him all the way down until he bottoms out, filling me in a way only he can.
When his eyes connect with mine, it feels like the world pauses, and it’s just me and him. The sounds of the morning fade away, the worries of him leaving no longer exist, it’s just me and him, in this moment, connected in a way I never thought I would be able to connect with another human.
But here we are, and with each rock of my hips, each kiss to my neck, each touch of his hand or moan from my mouth, he’s consuming me. He’s enrapturing me. He’s showing me what it means to be adored. What it means to be…needed and desired.
Needed in a way that doesn’t require me to babysit.
That doesn’t require me to take the lead and be the one that takes care of everything.
No, he takes care of me because he needs this feeling between us. He needs my body just like I need his.
“Fuck, I love this,” he says, his hands falling to my hips as he helps me rock over him. “I love being inside of you.”
I bring my forehead to his and move my hips at a slightly faster pace now as the tension in my stomach starts to coil. I can feel my body begin to prepare for the pleasure only he can bring me.
“I love your cock,” I whisper, pulsing over him. “I love it so much.”
He groans and then finds my mouth with his. I grip the back of his head, holding him close, letting our open-mouthed kisses turn into a full make-out session.
Our breaths become labored and our bodies slide against each other.
“Yes, love, fuck…don’t stop,” he whispers, as I start to bounce up and down on him, the friction too freaking good as my orgasm starts to climb. He grips my breasts and squeezes them, just enough to send a bolt of lust through me.
I need more.
I feel wild, like I can’t get close enough to him even though I’m practically wrapped around his body.
“God, Theo, I’m close. Right there.”
“Same,” he breathes, his fingers closing around my nipples. “So bloody close…”
He pinches and pleasure shoots right down my spine.
“Oh fuck…again,” I say as my hands fall to his shoulders.
“Yes, love, fuck, keep going.” His hands fall to my side now, helping move me up and down. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl.”
His voice.
His words.
The way his fingers dig into my skin.
It sends me into a frenzy.
My skin tingles, my pussy throbs, already starting to contract around him, and all the nerves between my legs begin to bunch as I start to climax.
“Fuck, yes, oh fuck, Theo.” I bite down on my lip, my orgasm bursting through me as my mouth falls open and a long moan falls past my lips as I come all over him.
“Jesus…fuck,” he cries as he forces his hips up into me over and over again until he stills and groans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, filling me all the way up. “Fuck,” he says again as he falls back against the couch and tries to catch his breath.
When his eyes open and meet mine, the sadness he had just a few moments ago is still there. The life in his eyes, still not present. And instead of humor, there’s worry in his expression with his pinched brow as he caresses my cheek with his finger.
“Fuck,” he whispers, taking me in. “I don’t…I don’t want to leave.”
I want to beg him to stay, but what kind of human would that make me? I would never put pressure on him not to visit his father who just had a heart attack.
Then again, seeing him so distraught, so upset, it splits me in half.
“I don’t want you to leave—”
The door opens and Rupert walks in, startling the both of us.
“Bloody hell,” he says, covering his eyes and turning away.
“Fuck,” Theo says as he quickly grabs my shirt and fits it over my head before he helps me into my shorts and I run to the bathroom and shut the door, my face flaming from embarrassment.
From the other side of the door, I can hear Theo say, “What…what are you doing here?”
“I came back because my mum called me and told me about your father. I can see you’re really distraught about it.”
I quickly try to clean up as I listen.
“I…I am,” Theo says and then lowers his voice so I can barely hear him. “I got us flights for tomorrow to go back. I was just about to go find you.”
“Were you looking for me in Renley’s vagina? Because news flash, I wasn’t there.”
“Don’t be an arse. I was…I was trying to say bye.”
Say bye? What does he mean by that?
“Funny, not how I say bye.” I hear something plop on the floor and I’m going to assume it’s his luggage. “I do intend on saying bye to Kitty tonight though. I already texted her about moving dinner. It’s the least I can do before heading back home.”
Are they really not going to come back?
From the way they’re talking, it seems like that.
At least it does for Rupert.
I clean up, adjust my outfit, and then head back out into the living room to find that Rupert is gone and Theo is standing in the middle of the room in his boxer briefs, his hand pushing through his hair again.
When his eyes land on me, I see trepidation and anxiety.
Oh God, is he really not going to come back?
“Theo?” I ask, my voice tight.
He shakes his head and then walks up to me and pulls me into a hug, embracing me fiercely, like he doesn’t want to let go.
But like he has to…