Chapter 30 Theo #2
When we reached the end of the bed, Shep was about to turn around when I whispered, “No, stay just like this.”
Shep let his head fall back as I circled his waist and flattened my hands over his stomach. I moved in close, pressing my body up against his, trailing my fingers up and down.
“Theo…” he said, and placed his hands over mine to draw them higher up his body. I kissed his shoulder over the material that still hung from it, then finally took hold of its edges and drew the shirt off him.
I tossed it on the floor and moved right back into position, but my hands weren’t the only thing touching him now—my lips had found a warm spot directly over his shoulder blade.
I kissed and sucked my way across the tight, firm skin as my hands found their way back down to where his dick jutted out of his pants.
“My husband has a spectacular cock.”
Shep grunted out a chuckle as my thumb swept over the sticky head. “Was that a requirement?”
“Oui, and yours is most spectacular.” I stroked my hand down his length, grinning against his back. “To ride, suck, and stroke.”
“Jesus,” he groaned, wrapping his hands over mine as I quickened my pace. He started to thrust in and out of the tight opening we’d created. “Yes… Theo.”
The more aroused Shep got, the deeper and more sensuous his voice became, seducing me and making my body heat like the expensive whiskey the two of us had polished off tonight.
Needing him now, more than ever, I let go of him and slipped my fingers under the waist of his pants and briefs, then drew them down his legs. He stepped out of them.
“Get up on the bed.” I punctuated the order with a sharp bite to his perfect ass. As Shep did as he was told, I undressed and grabbed the bottle of lube I’d made sure to pack for this impromptu visit.
When I turned back to see him face down on the covers, his arms wrapped around the pillow under his cheek, and his legs slightly spread, my feet faltered.
Putain. He was the picture of male beauty.
The light dusting of hair on his legs and thighs led my eyes up to the plump, round ass I couldn’t wait to get inside of.
His back muscles flexed with anticipation of what I was going to do next, and I couldn’t wait to lie over the top of him and make him mine.
I climbed up onto the bed and in between his thighs, and the second my fingers touched one of his cheeks, Shep canted his ass up in my direction.
“Damn, but your ass is something else,” I said, gripping his waist and pulling him fully up to his knees.
A muffled chuckle met my ears as I uncapped the lube and poured some into my hand. Then I reached for my cock, slicked it up, and used what was left to trail slippery fingers along Shep’s crack. He moaned loudly as he pushed back and I teased his eager entrance.
“Greedy tonight?”
“Greedy, horny, needy.”
“Me too, husband,” I said, pushing a finger inside him. “Me too.”
I smoothed a hand down his back as I continued to stretch him in preparation for what would come next. I couldn’t remember ever wanting a man as much as I wanted Shep, but every time I was with him, that need intensified.
Impatient to claim what was now legally mine, I removed my fingers and moved into position, then teased his hole with the head of my cock.
Shep’s thighs trembled as I palmed his ass cheek and spread him wide, then I pushed inside of him with one hard thrust.
It was like sinking inside of heaven. A place I would happily spend eternity in.
Shep was hot and tight, and I fit inside like he was made for me. Something I was truly starting to believe. It was as though we were two pieces to the same puzzle, fitting inside the other one when the other needed it, each complementing the other’s body.
A low growl rumbled out of my gorgeous husband as he got used to the intrusion—then he started to move.
A slow, lazy rock of his hips had him sliding along my length before he changed course and pushed back. I grabbed hold of his hips, allowing him to set the languid pace, knowing that once he found and hit the right spot—
“Oh, fuck yes.”
That was the one.
Shep’s arms bunched as he tightened them around the pillow under his head, his body clutching at mine as though the idea of letting it go would be a fate worse than death. But he had nothing to worry about. I wasn’t going anywhere.
The extreme pleasure of being buried inside of him confirmed that.
Fire licked through my veins as I began to move in and out of him, keeping time with his ever-increasing pace, understanding he was feeling the rush of desire as hot and fierce as I was now, as he chased the ultimate pleasure. The one that was right there, within our reach.
My toes curled as I sank inside him again and again, then I reached under him to grip his cock, giving it several rough pulls as I continued to tunnel in and out of him.
“That’s right, Mr. Rinaldi—”
“Oh God…”
“—I want to feel you come. Want to watch my husband fall apart while I’m deep inside him.”
Shep groaned, his dick jerking in my hand as his ass clamped like a vise around mine. Then he buried his face in the pillow and roared like a madman as he came all over my hand and sheets.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling as possessive as I did right then over someone, over what was mine. As Shep collapsed down onto the bed, I followed, bringing my hands up to find his, lace them by his head, and hold him in place.
I flicked my tongue over his lobe as I remained fully lodged inside him, and when he turned his head to meet my lips, I began to roll my hips.
In and out. Up and down. I massaged my dick with his ass until I was rutting against him, getting myself off inside of him, until finally it was too much. That was when all of the feelings I’d felt today finally came to a head, and I exploded inside of him in a hot, sticky rush of emotion.
I curled my fingers around his and drew our arms in close as I snuggled into Shep’s back.
“I’m the luckiest prince ever.”
Shep’s body vibrated under mine as he hummed in pleasure. “Got your happily-ever-after, huh?”
I pressed a kiss to his cheek and closed my eyes, reveling in the warm aftermath of our pleasure. “Sure did, and you know what?”
“What?” he asked, his voice sleepy from the whiskey and sex.
“Turns out it’s even better than what’s in the books.” And it was.
Shepard O'Neil Winchester the third—now Rinaldi—was my husband. It was official.
And didn’t that make me the luckiest prince in the entire fucking world?