Chapter 16 Theo
Chapter sixteen
Theo
Dawn breaks gently through the window in my bedroom, waking me softly from perhaps the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life.
And as I slowly gain sense of my surroundings—Cora tucked up against my side, asleep in my bed—it all comes rushing back. And I just might need to pinch myself.
I gaze down at her sleeping form, unable to stop myself from gently tucking a strand of her white-blonde hair behind her ear.
Getting home last night felt like a daze.
We’d barely spoken on the ride back, simply shooting each other shy smiles over the console.
We’d eaten dinner, watched a movie, and then when it came time for bed, I asked her to stay with me.
The thought of her being anywhere but by my side felt utterly earth shattering.
I can’t count how many times I almost told her, “I love you.”
Cora stirs, and when she opens her eyes, for a brief moment I’m worried the light of a new day will somehow break this spell and I’ll be cast back into my role as doting best friend who can never be more. But the smile that spreads across her face says otherwise.
“Hey,” she says, her voice groggy.
“Hey.” I smile down at her, my hand now cupping her cheek. Fuck, I want to kiss her. I want to fuck her. I want to take her out to dinner, take her on a trip, marry her all over again. I want to do everything and anything.
She moves to sit up, but I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me. She giggles a, “Hey! We have work, remember?”
“Last I checked, it’s 6 a.m., and I don’t have to be in until eight today,” I murmur against the back of her neck. She shivers slightly, and I take that as a good sign.
She giggles again but doesn’t fight me. “What about breakfast?”
“If breakfast takes too long, we can be late.” I’m pressing open-mouthed kisses down her neck now.
She sucks in a breath. “Tate wouldn’t like that.”
“Tate can fuck off.”
“Theo!” She reaches her arm back to swat me, but instead of deterring me, it does the opposite. I growl against her skin, snatching her wrist and pinning it to her lower belly, simultaneously pulling her tighter against me.
“Be good,” I admonish, and while she gasps slightly in shock, I can see the curve of her smile.
Still kissing her neck, I move my hand up her stomach, under the hem of her pajama top, cupping her bare breast. She sighs, arching her back, pressing herself against my touch.
I tease her nipple lightly, plucking and pulling and watching her body react, learning what she likes, what makes her move, moan, shudder.
Once she’s whimpering quietly, I move lower, dragging my hand down her stomach, under the hem of her pajama bottoms only to find her panties satisfyingly wet. “That’s it,” I murmur against her ear, sliding the thin strip of fabric aside to plunge a finger deep inside of her.
She whimpers, arching her back, rocking her hips against me.
God, I don’t think I could ever get tired of that sound.
I wrap my free hand under and around her body, holding her close as I pump my finger in and out of her. I add a second finger and then position my thumb to press against her clit.
She cries out, wriggling against me in a way not at all unpleasant.
“Fuck,” I mutter into her hair, grinding against her ass instinctually.
Her moans are coming faster now, and I keep up my pace while pressing kisses up her neck, across her cheek, then capturing her mouth in mine.
She twists to reciprocate, now lying mostly flat on her back, still wrapped in my arms. Her legs fall open easier this way, giving me a better angle.
I’m propped on my side, staring down at her, at those perfect lips parted in a moan, at those gorgeous blue eyes filled with desperation—desperation for the thing only I can give her in this moment.
Fuck, it’s enough to make me come right now.
In fact, I might just …
“Theo,” she moans.
A startled gasp escapes me as my climax rushes through me—hot, fast, searing. I squeeze my eyes shut, focused on the rhythm of my fingers, of giving Cora what she needs.
She whimpers, her nails digging into the flesh of my arms. “Holy shit, I’m—”
I open my eyes to watch her fall apart for me, to watch her back bow off the mattress, her legs shaking, her eyes closed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmur, leaning down to press my lips to her forehead as her orgasm washes over her, slowing my fingers to a gentle thrust as I work her through it. She mumbles unintelligible words, moaning over and over again until the waves subside and she collapses.
But I don’t plan on giving her much of a reprieve. I toss the covers aside, moving down the bed and settling on my knees between her already spread legs. I reach for her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. Once Cora registers what I’m doing, she sits up on her elbows.
“What are you—?”
But her question is answered by my tongue sliding across the length of her slit. And holy shit does Cora taste like heaven and more. Sweet and tangy and deliciously her.
She gasps, her eyes closing momentarily.
My hands find their way to her thighs, gripping tightly and spreading her wider, pinning her legs down on either side of me.
“Theo!” she squeaks. “What about you? You just made me …” She trails off, biting her lip as I swirl my tongue around her already sensitive clit.
“I’m right where I wanna be, darling,” I murmur before continuing my exploration.
She whimpers but doesn’t let up. “Seriously, let me do something for you.” She moves to sit up, but I hold her down, pinning her with a gaze that says I’m serious.
Surprise skates across her face. “Theo, what about—”
“I already came.”
She blinks, not registering.
“I came in my pants,” I clarify, smirking slightly as the realization dawns on her.
“You already …”
“Watching you was all that did it for me,” I say simply, leaning back down to take more of her.
She moans softly, settling back against the mattress. And then I lose myself. And I think she might lose herself too, because before long, she’s crying my name, whimpering, writhing, as I draw another orgasm out of her.
I don’t wait for it to subside before I’m pressing kisses up the length of her body, her stomach, her waist, pushing the fabric of her shirt up and over her breasts, pausing just for a moment to take them in.
“God, you’re perfect,” I breathe before leaning down to gently suck one of her nipples into my mouth while simultaneously thrusting two of my fingers back inside of her.
She bucks her hips, a surprised moan trickling out of her. “I already—” she starts.
“I know you did,” I murmur against the underside of her breast. “And you’re gonna come again.” I run my tongue over her nipple. “And again.” I move to her other breast. “And again.” I press a kiss to her skin. “Until I say you’re done.”
I’ve dreamt for years of Cora naked in my bed, and I’m not about to let her leave it until I’ve scoured every inch of her body and made her come every way I know how.
Shock, arousal, desire all wash over her face, immediately replaced by pleasure as I curl my fingers upward, hitting that spot I’m beginning to learn does her in. She looks like she wants to argue but simply whimpers in defeat, fisting the sheets on either side of her.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Let me make you feel good.”
I curl my fingers upward again, using my free hand to press down gently on her lower belly.
Cora cries out, arching her back, and I silently thank God I don’t have neighbors close enough to hear us.
I do the motion again, and again, pressing harder on her stomach.
It’s not a foolproof technique, but it is something that’s worked in the past to …
“Theo, maybe—” Cora’s voice is different now, a bit alarmed. “I feel like …”
Yes. There it is. I zero in on her, on her face, on her body, her movements. Her mouth opens, shock skittering across her face. “Theo!” It’s a cry of surprise, of confusion, pleasure, maybe a bit of fear.
And then she shatters, and my hands are rewarded with warmth, spreading over my fingers, her legs, my bedspread.
I’m hard again. I’m so fucking hard again.
I shuck my sweats and underwear down my legs, kicking them aside.
“Did I just …?” Cora looks shellshocked, embarrassed, mortified. And I’m about to wipe that look right off her face. “Oh my god, your bed!”
I crawl up her body, planting my elbows on either side of her, my hips lodged between her legs.
“You think I give a fuck about my bed when I just watched the fucking hottest woman in the world squirt all over my fingers?” I murmur, my voice low, dead serious.
Because Cora feeling embarrassed in this moment? Unacceptable.
She swallows, and I reach up to take her cheek in my hand, my thumb gently caressing her skin. My gaze flits to her lips, then back up to her eyes. “You’re so fucking hot, Cora, everything you do. It drives me crazy.”
Her mouth parts, and I capture it with mine, just as I plunge my length inside of her.
She moans against me, and I kiss her harder.
She wraps her legs around me, her arms, and kisses me back, desperate, greedy.
I pump into her hard, fast, my orgasm building quicker than it has any right to.
I can’t remember the last time I came twice in one session, and it surely must have taken longer than this to finish, but I can’t stop myself.
Because it’s Cora, and she’s perfect, and she’s everything, and—at least for this moment—she’s mine.
I come—hard. I groan, stars dancing in front of my vision, clinging to Cora for dear life as pleasure rocks through me, harsh and almost painful.
When I open my eyes, Cora is staring up at me, an expression of absolute bliss on her face. I almost tell her I love her, tell her how much I love her, how long I’ve loved her, but I bite it back. For now.
“We’re gonna be late to work,” she says with a soft smile, seemingly not as concerned as earlier.
A grin stretches across my face. “I’d say it was worth it.”
So goddamn worth it. Worth more than anything in my entire life.