Chapter 26 Theo
TWENTY-SIX
THEO
“Finley,” I choke out, my voice full of need. “Please keep going. I can’t—”
“Can’t what?” she asks. “Can’t come in your pants like I said not to?
” There’s a mocking lilt to her tone, which is completely unlike her, but fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
My cock is leaking in my briefs, the orgasm that was almost close enough to grab onto floating further away with each passing second.
“I’m s-sorry,” I stammer. “I’m sorry I cheated. I just—I need to be inside you. Please.”
“Mmmm,” she hums, wiggling just enough to send a bolt of pleasure up my spine. Even that has me clenching my ass cheeks, so I don’t blow in my pants when she explicitly told me not to. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Fuck. Yes. Yes, Fin.” It’s a mess of almost unintelligible, hurried words, each one giving away how desperate I am for anything she’s willing to give.
I know she has to be suffering too—I could tell how turned on she was the moment I pushed my fingers between her swollen pussy lips.
How she’s acting so unaffected is a mystery when I’m barely hanging on.
“Okay,” she says, standing and turning toward me. She leans in, grabbing my shirt by the hem and pulling it over my head. Her green gaze burns into mine as she drags both hands from my pecs to the waistband of my pants, working them down my legs until I’m clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs.
“You’re all wet, baby,” she whines with a patronizing pout, a devilish smirk creeping across her lips when she notices the giant dark spot covering my dick. I’ve been oozing precum since the second she touched me, soaking the fabric in the process.
I could end this right now. I know Finley well enough to know all I’d have to do is rise from the couch and tell her to bend the fuck over, and she’d do it.
But the power behind those beautiful emerald eyes as she takes control is enough to keep me rooted in place, regardless of the torment it brings.
“I want you so fucking bad,” I groan when she curls her fingers under the elastic and peels my underwear down my thighs. She frees them from my ankles, tosses them aside, and licks her lips coyly.
“You have such a pretty cock, Theo. Do you want me to sit on it?”
My dick twitches in response to her words, and I swallow thickly, nodding my head. “Yes.”
She winks, which should raise a million red flags in my head, especially since she was torturing me just moments ago.
But apparently, all the blood from my brain has moved south, because when she turns around, braces her hands on my thighs, and slowly sinks down onto my weeping length, I think I’m about to get what I want.
And I couldn’t be more wrong.
“Oh my God, you’re so thick,” she moans when I’m buried to the hilt, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
I grind my back teeth together, silently begging her to move, but she remains still, her plump ass resting on my pelvis.
Sweat beads all over my body, my vision blurring because I’m about to come whether she wants me to or not.
I’m lost to the tight press of her walls against my cock, which is currently throbbing in need of a release.
“Finley,” I whimper pitifully, my hands fisted at my sides because I’m not allowed to touch her.
My entire body shakes, scorching hot blood pumping through my veins as she opens her legs and plants both feet on the couch outside my thighs.
She’s spread completely wide, her stuffed cunt pulsing around me, yet she still isn’t budging.
She just warms my cock inside her while I do everything I can not to break the rules.
I deserve every bit of this, but that certainly doesn’t make it any easier not to come.
“What’s wrong?” she taunts, relaxing into my chest. “You don’t like your prize?
Maybe if you had won fairly, you’d be fucking me right now.
” Her hands slide up her torso, bringing my jersey with them until her bare, heavy tits are exposed to the cool air of the room.
My mouth waters uncontrollably, watching as she plucks her nipples to pink, hard points.
“You could be touching me all over, but you decided to be bad, so now I have to do it myself.”
She lowers one hand down her body, and my gaze follows, only stopping when the pad of her middle finger is pressed to her swollen clit.
As soon as she makes contact with the aching bundle of nerves, her inner muscles clench, squeezing my shaft tightly.
My balls draw tight, my toes curling against the floor as my hands involuntarily shoot up to her thighs.
“Fuck, baby. What are you doing? I can’t—” My fingertips burn into her soft flesh, pulling her legs wider as she traces firm circles on the sensitive pearl. She moans loudly, turning so that our faces are just inches apart, a slow smirk tugging at her lips.
“You’re right. You can’t. But I can. I’m going to come on your cock, Theo. And you’re going to sit still like a good boy while I do it.”
I swallow the dry lump in my throat, throwing my head back into the cushion as I release a shaky exhale.
She continues rubbing her pussy, her walls fluttering around me every time she hits the right spot.
She’s so turned on that her arousal is running down my balls, and I know without a doubt that—whether she moves or not—I won’t last long.
She’s too tight. Too wet. Too fucking perfect for me not to fill, even though she told me not to.
“There you go, Fin,” I praise. “Masturbate that pretty little cunt. Punish me.” Thankfully, the dirty talk sends her into overdrive, and she cries out, her hand moving rapidly right above where we’re joined.
Pleasure pulls low in my core, snaking its way through my limbs until I can barely even see straight.
But I don’t blink, too entranced by Finley taking what she wants from me to look away.
“Oh my God. I’m gonna come,” she whines, her breath coming out in shallow, erratic puffs. Her cheeks are flushed, fingers clenched around the material above her breasts so tightly that her knuckles have gone completely white. She’s about to explode, and there’s no way I’m not going to follow her.
“Come for me, beautiful. You’re going to milk me dry with that tight little hole. You don’t even have to move.”
“Theo,” she rushes out, making one final circle over her clit before her entire body seizes.
Her inner muscles clamp down on me like a vise as she comes on a loud scream, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm pulls her under.
For the first time since she sank down on me, her hips undulate, creating just enough friction for me to go off, grunting like a wild animal as thick, hot ribbons of cum pulse into her.
We convulse against one another, the onslaught of euphoria passing between us as we cling to each other for dear life.
It goes on forever, both of us being tossed around in the throes of pleasure until it slowly begins to ebb away.
We ride it out, my cock buried deep inside her warmth as she accepts every last drop I have to offer.
I skate gentle, open-mouth kisses along the heated skin of her neck, enjoying the satisfied moans that roll up her chest at my touch.
“Holy shit,” she says on a laugh. “That was so fucking hot. I can’t believe we both came like that.”
I chuckle, hooking a finger under her chin and pressing my lips to hers.
I’m still breathless and reeling, but completely satiated despite the fact that I never really even got to fuck her.
This woman is what every one of my wet dreams is made of, so it should come as no surprise that watching her take control like she just did gave me one of the best orgasms of my life.
“Fuck yeah, it was,” I reply with a grin. “In fact, I think I’ll be a bad boy more often now that I know what the punishment feels like.”
She rolls her eyes playfully, finding the floor with her feet. My cock falls from her body as she pulls away, giving me a perfect view of my handiwork as cum drips down her slit.
Fuck me. I’ll never get sick of that.
She turns, catching me red-handed and pressing her lips into a tight line to stifle a smile. She’s so goddamn cute, I can barely stand it. I’m one lucky motherfucker for getting to call her mine, sassy attitude and all.
“Sorry,” I lie, jerking one shoulder up in a noncommittal shrug. “I have almost as much fun watching it come out as I do putting it in.” She does her best to act annoyed by my filthy words, leveling me with a pointed stare, but we both know she loves it, too.
“C’mon, Calloway,” she huffs, picking up my controller from the couch and extending it between us. “You owe me a rematch.”