CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE THEO
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THEO
Lucy’s in the kitchen when I get out of the shower, standing by the stove, staring at something in a pot… wearing my sweatshirt.
It’s oversized on her, hanging off her left shoulder. The sleeves are too long and bunched around her wrists and if she’s wearing shorts underneath, it’s impossible to tell. The hem hits her mid-thigh, her bare legs exposed beneath it.
My throat tightens while my cock simultaneously stirs in my pants. She’s been stealing my sweatshirts for years, but something about seeing her like this, standing in my kitchen, like it’s exactly where she belongs does a multitude of things to me.
“You trying to conjure something in that pot with your mind?”
She glances over her shoulder, a smirk tugging on her lips. “I wish.” She chuckles, turning around to face me. “Waiting for the pasta to be done. I was beginning to wonder if you were okay in the shower.”
You could have come and checked for yourself.
I clear my throat, shoving the thought away. “The hot water felt nice,” I say lamely.
“Hmm.” She hums, turning back to stir the pasta. I walk toward her, stopping behind her as I lean back against the counter. I love her here, in my space, making it her space too. It’s where she belongs. Here. With me.
She arches a brow. “You’re staring again, Simmons.”
I lean against the counter. “You’re wearing my clothes again, Taylor.”
She smiles, heat flickering in her irises. “You love it when I wear your clothes.”
“Maybe I do,” I murmur, the words falling from my lips with ease. Because that’s exactly how things are with her. Easy. Comfortable. Safe.
She turns around to face me and leans back against the counter. The sweatshirt rides higher on her thighs and my eyes drop before I can stop them. My mouth is instantly dry, my heart hammering in my chest as I slowly bring my gaze back to hers.
The kitchen suddenly feels too warm and it’s not because of the stove.
A slow smile curves her mouth. “Why are you looking at me like that, Theo?”
I drag my hand down my face, ignoring the heat stirring in the pit of my stomach. “I’m not looking at you like anything.”
She tilts her head innocently, but there’s nothing fucking innocent about the desire burning in her eyes. “You’re looking at me like you want to throw me onto the counter.”
I let out a low laugh, electricity trailing down my spine.
What the hell am I supposed to say to that?
There’s no denying it. I’ve been thinking, dreaming about touching her again.
She pushes off the counter and turns off the stove before walking toward me, her bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floors.
“Pasta’s done,” she murmurs, her eyes meeting mine through her thick lashes as she trails her finger down the center of my chest. “Are you hungry?”
My cock throbs, pressing against the material of my pants. There’s no hiding it and I don’t even bother at this point. “I am”—my hands find her waist—“but not for food.”
She inhales softly. “Funny,” she breathes, hooking her wrists around the back of my neck, toying with my chain. “I’m not so hungry for food anymore either.”
We’ve crossed this line enough times now that there’s a kind of inevitability to moments like this. It’s like a gravitational pull. I don’t exist outside of her orbit. Every touch turns into another until suddenly we’re wrapped up in each other, breathing each other in.
Each time feels more dangerous than the time before. Maybe it’s because she’s looking at me like she already knows I’m gone for her. Maybe it’s because she’s right.
My face drops down to hers and she lifts on her toes, her mouth soft and warm against mine. There’s a moment of tenderness, as if we’re testing the waters… and then the chords of restraint snap inside my chest.
I pull her closer, tugging her body flush against mine. She moans softly against my mouth and that’s all it takes. I’m completely destroyed. My fingers tighten around her hips as I back her against the counter.
The subtle swell of her stomach presses against me and I slide the hem of her sweatshirt up her torso. Reality knocks against the wall of my chest. This is real. Her. Me. The child she’s carrying.
She kisses me harder, her fingers sliding through my damp hair and every coherent thought vanishes. My hips instinctively press forward, my cock rock hard as I push it against her stomach. I immediately still, my lips locked against hers and I tear them away.
“I’m so sorry,” I rasp, my voice strained as I take a step back, raking my hand through my hair. “I didn’t hurt you or the baby, did I?”
Her eyebrows tug together. “No, not at all.” Her chest rises and falls with a ragged breath as her eyes search mine. “I’m not fragile, Theo. You’re not going to break me.”
“I just—” Fuck. I grip the back of my neck. “I need to be more careful of your stomach.”
She takes a step forward, peering up at me through thick lashes as she slides her hands against my bare chest. “You’re so gentle with me,” she murmurs, her hands slipping up over my shoulders. “So attentive of all my needs.”
I swallow hard, warmth rushing directly to my cock. “I just want to take care of you in any way I can.”
“I know,” she whispers, raking her nails back down my chest, trailing down the rigid planes of my abdomen. An inferno of desire burns in her irises. “I want to take care of you too, you know.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Luce…”
Her fingers roam along the waistband of my pants, her fingers pushing just beneath the elastic. “Let me make you feel good, the same way you do to me.”
“Fuck, Lucy,” I groan, the tip of my cock beading with my arousal. I wrap my hand around the back of her head, my fingers plunging through her hair. “You wanna suck my cock, baby?”
A devilish grin tugs on her lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
My hand is still in her hair as she begins to lower herself, her lips trailing down the length of my torso, pushing my pants and boxer-briefs down my thighs. She drops down onto her knees, an audible gasp falling from her lips as she’s eye level with my erection.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she breathes, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. She looks up at me, looking fucking perfect on her knees for me, gripping my dick. She stares up at me, her gaze unwavering, burning into mine. “Don’t be gentle.”
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s going to be the end of me.
“You sure?”
She runs her tongue along the underside of my cock, from my hand to the tip. A shudder ripples through me. “I’m sure,” she rasps, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking me into her mouth.
My lips part, a ragged breath escaping me as she slides her lips along my length, taking me into the back of her throat until her mouth reaches her hand. Her mouth is wet and warm, her tongue as soft as the finest fucking silk.
And I swear to god, I might explode.
“Goddammit, Lucy.” I moan as she moves her head back until her lips are just around the tip. My grip tightens on her hair, fisting it as she sucks my length in again. My head tips back, face screwing up, eyelids slamming shut. “Holy fuck.”
I’ve had my dick sucked three times before in my life, none to completion. I could never finish because every time I closed my eyes, it was Lucy I pictured on her knees in front of me.
And now, here she is kneeling in front of me with her pretty lips wrapped around my cock.
She sucks me in and out of her mouth, her hand pumping around me in tandem. She pulls me in deeper, gagging around the head and the back of her throat constricts around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
I drop my chin to my chest, my eyelids heavy as I open them to look at her.
It’s an image I know I’ll never be able to erase.
She gags around me again, her glassy eyes on mine.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” I murmur, my hand guiding her head as she continues to move.
My hips jerk instinctively, thrusting forward into her mouth every time she draws me in.
My balls constrict, drawing closer to my body as heat floods the pit of my stomach. I’m so close to the edge, so close to my tipping point. I need this release. I’m desperate for it, but only by her hand. Her mouth.
Her.
“I’m so close, baby,” I rasp, my voice low and barely audible. She hums around my length, and the heat begins to spill into my veins. “Are you gonna let me come in this pretty mouth?”
Her gaze is locked on mine and her head dips subtly as she murmurs around me, sucking harder.
She pumps her hand faster, her grip tight around my cock, her tongue cradling the underside.
I thrust my hips, hitting the back of her throat over and over until tears are springing from her eyes and she’s gagging around the tip.
The back of her throat fucking sucks me in, clenching around me, sending me over the edge.
My body tenses. “Ohmygod, Lucy.” I moan, low and deep, shuddering with my orgasm, my hips jerking as I fuck her mouth.
A string of curses falls from my lips and my face screws up, my head tipped back as I grip her hair.
She sucks me deep, swallowing my release as she continues to pump her hand until there’s nothing left.
I look back down at her, releasing her hair as she pulls me from her mouth with an audible pop.
Her eyes are on mine, hooded and dark, as she wipes the corner of her mouth with the side of her thumb.
I reach for her, hauling her to her feet, my hand gripping her chin as I kiss her hard.
Her lips part instinctively, granting me access.
My tongue sweeps across hers, tasting my release on her.
She moans softly into my mouth as I tug her body flush against mine.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I murmur against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip. I break away from her, bending my knees to lift her into the air. She lets out a gasp as I set her down on the counter in front of me. I push her knees apart, stepping into the space between her thighs. “My turn.”
“You don’t have to do that, Theo.”
I tilt my head, dragging my fingers along her flesh until I reach the apex of her thighs. No shorts. Just my sweatshirt and panties.
Fuck me.
“Do you not want me to?”
Her nostrils flare, her eyes filled with desire. “I always want you to.”
“Thought so.” I chuckle, tugging her panties to the side and dragging my finger through her soaked lips. “There’s no way you could deny it with how wet you are.”
Her eyes are on mine. “Only for you, Theo.”
A growl vibrates in my throat as something feral and possessive builds in my chest. I remove my finger and grab the waistband of her underwear instead. “Need these off, love.”
She lifts her hips and I drag her panties down over her ass and down her thighs, dropping to my knees as I pull them away from her body and discard them on the floor. My fingers splay along the inside of her knees, pushing them wider.
“I love you like this.” I trail my lips along her flesh as I slowly push a finger into her. “So fucking ready for me.”
Lucy plants her hands on the counter behind her, her head tipping back.
“Oh my god.” She moans, her back arching as I run my tongue against her, circling her clit.
I pump my hand, adding another finger as I slide them in and out of her.
She’s a mess of breathless moans as I suction my lips around her clit, swirling my tongue around it.
She slides her hands into my hair. “Don’t stop, Theo.”
I moan against her clit, her body jolting from the vibration.
A rush of heat shoots down to my cock and instinctively, I flex my hips.
My fingers curl in her, stroking her insides as I fuck her with my hand and my mouth.
My tongue works her clit, licking, tasting and teasing her until her hips are bucking and her grip tightens on my hair.
“I’m so close,” she breathes, her body tensing under my touch. “Shit, Theo. I’m gonna come.”
I murmur against her, fucking and sucking her until she’s coming undone.
Her orgasm hits her and my name falls from her lips as she grinds her pussy against my hand and mouth.
Her legs tighten around my head, and I pin them down with my arms, feasting upon her as she trembles with ecstasy.
I drink her in, lapping at her center until her body sags.
I pull my fingers and mouth from her as she untangles her fingers from my hair. Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure, her lids heavy as she stares down at me on my knees, a lazy grin tugging on her lips. “I’ve always been a fan of dessert before dinner.”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I reach for her panties and slide them back over her feet. “I’ll never complain about something like that.”
Lucy smirks as she tugs her underwear on and slides down off the counter. She steps closer to me, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “And I’ll never deny you.”
My lips find hers, kissing her slowly and softly until we’re both breathless. Her stomach growls as a reminder of the food she was making before we decided to feast on each other instead.
“Let’s get you fed and showered and find a movie to watch.”
She leans back with a soft sigh and the corners of her mouth lifting. “That sounds like absolute heaven.”
I release her, unable to fight the smile that drifts across my lips as she walks over to the stove, her face flushed, her hair a tangled mess with my sweatshirt hanging off her shoulder.
If there is a heaven, I’m pretty sure it would be a mirror image of this exact moment.
Here, with her.