Chapter 31 Finley
THIRTY-ONE
FINLEY
Anxiety surges through my veins, mixing with the red-hot lust from the way Theo is acting.
He’s never spoken to me with such a demanding lilt to his tone, and fuck if it isn’t everything I hoped for and more.
I’m so turned on that I’m trembling, my clit pulsing with every warm breath he exhales against it, but the thought of being way too heavy to sit on his face has me holding back.
The alternative, however? Him going to practice without getting me off?
Not fucking happening.
I grip onto the padded headboard, letting my eyes fall closed as I lower down onto him.
He grunts a muffled good girl, not wasting a single second before latching onto my hardened bundle of nerves and giving a deep, unrelenting suck.
Black clouds the edges of my vision, and I instinctively try to back away, but he doesn’t allow it.
Instead, he wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me tightly to his face as he feasts like I’m his favorite meal.
“Oh, Theo. Yes, so good,” I moan, unable to stop my hips from rolling against his tongue when he flattens it.
It feels incredible, all the worry I was feeling moments ago falling away as I take what my body is begging for.
One hand leaves the headboard, reaching down and gripping onto his hair as I slide back and forth over his lips.
Faster than usual, he brings me to the edge.
I’d like to blame it on the fact that I’m so worked up from him fucking my tits, but I have a feeling he’d have gotten the same reaction without it.
Every one of my senses is on overload. Between the feeling of him licking and sucking between my legs, our combined scents, and the sound of his groans mingling with my wetness, I don’t know what to focus on.
It’s a completely immersive experience—one that’s about to end way sooner than planned.
“Fuck,” I gasp, rotating my hips as he hits dead-center against my clit. “I’m gonna come.”
His growled response is unintelligible, but by the way he grips my thighs, pinning me to him as he picks up speed, I’d say he’s ready for my release.
I ride him without abandon, grinding down like an animal as I take what I need.
Pleasure sparks to life at the base of my spine, radiating up and out until every one of my limbs is tingling.
Throwing my head back, I snap my hips one, two, three more times, my orgasm slamming into me like a freight train.
The room goes dark and silent as I surrender to the euphoria, my body shaking uncontrollably while I ride it out for as long as I can.
Theo never lets up, greedily lapping every drop of my cum until I’ve been wrung completely dry.
I’m nothing more than a satiated pile of mush, barely able to hold myself up as I lean my head onto the hand that’s still somehow tightly gripping the headboard.
He continues licking gently, unwilling to let anything go to waste as he cleans me.
I’m sensitive, small whimpers falling from my lips with every stroke of his tongue, but I don’t have the energy to move off him just yet.
Eventually, the aftershocks from my climax subside, the haze slowly dissipating until I have the wherewithal to lift my weight from his mouth and scoot down his body.
I straddle his hips, hands braced on his rock-hard pecs, because I still don’t trust myself to sit upright without collapsing.
Both of our chests are heaving, and we stare at each other wordlessly as matching smiles bloom across our faces.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says on a rushed exhale, using the back of his hand to wipe my arousal from his mouth, chin, and nose. I should probably be embarrassed by the way he’s completely soaked, but I can’t find a fuck to give with the pleasure that’s still skittering through my limbs.
“I’m just glad you’re still alive,” I joke, a gasp getting stuck in my throat when he grabs hold of my hips and glides his very erect cock through my slit. I bite down on my lower lip, the dull throb of need swirling around in the pit of my stomach as I think about what he’s going to do to me next.
“Alive and well, Mama,” he replies. “And dying to tear this pussy up.” He rises so that we’re as close as we can get with my belly between us, leaning forward and kissing me passionately.
Our tongues tangle, the taste of my release making me moan out loud as he feeds it to me.
His hands snake around, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as I grind against his lap.
We trade needy sounds, swallowing them like they’re the sustenance we need to survive.
Nobody’s ever devoured me the way Theo does.
He makes me feel wanted, loved, and so sexy, even when the voices in the back of my mind tell me I shouldn’t.
We make out for several minutes, until I’m so wet and he’s so hard that we can’t wait any longer. Every empty inch between my legs begs to be filled, my inner walls swelling and clenching painfully in anticipation.
“Need you,” he mumbles into my mouth, lifting me off him like I weigh nothing.
“Get on all fours for me. I need to see that sexy ass ripple against me while I pound into you.” Without a second of hesitation, I do as I’m told, my hands and knees pressing into the mattress while I wait for him to take what he wants.
But of course, he wouldn’t be Theo if he didn’t put my well-being first at least a little bit.
So, I’m not at all shocked when he slides a pillow under my midsection, providing a little relief from the weight of my stomach.
I turn my head, a grateful smile pulling at the corners of my lips as he leans forward and presses his to my shoulder. It’s a tender moment, but the softness behind his gaze is gone by the time he pulls back, his breath fanning over my cheek as he speaks quietly.
“Just remember that I love you.”
Before the words even have a chance to click in my brain, he’s slamming into me in one hard thrust. I cry out, all the air depleted from my lungs as I struggle to take him.
My body attempts to revolt, every muscle inside me pushing against him.
But he stays right where he is, stretching me to my limit as a smooth chuckle breaks through the air around us.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, his voice dripping with mockery. “Am I being too rough?” But there’s no time to answer before he pulls back and drives into me once more. He sets a punishing pace, fucking me like I’m nothing more than a toy as loud, animalistic grunts rumble up his chest.
“Th-Theo,” I moan, not even sure if there’s more to the sentence. It wouldn’t matter if there was, though, because short of me uttering my safe word, I can tell he has no intentions of letting up.
“This cunt is perfection,” he says, using his hands to spread me apart.
I should be self-conscious or feel at least a modicum of shame for the way he’s exposing me, but I can’t seem to give a shit as he buries himself over and over again.
His heavy balls slap my overstimulated clit every time he surges forward, causing a bite of pain to go with the primal bliss that’s rapidly snowballing deep within me.
“And this,” he grinds out, a drop of spit splattering onto my forbidden entrance before he drags his thumb through it, “I can’t wait to fuck this gorgeous ass.
I’m going to make you cry so pretty, Fin.
And you’re going to beg for more.” He continues adding pressure, lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
It’s so intense that I can’t stop myself from pushing back until the tip of his thumb has breached the tight ring of muscle.
I choke on a sharp inhale, my eyes rolling back when he sinks in the rest of the way.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he curses, never faltering on the punishing tempo he’s set. “Look at you, taking me in both holes at once. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Don’t stop, please,” I beg. “I’m close. Can you feel it?” I barely recognize my own voice as I plead for more, every word being nearly drowned out by the sound of skin on skin as he fucks me like there’s no tomorrow.
“I feel it, Finley,” he grunts, the fingers of his free hand digging deep divots into the skin of my hip. “Your cunt is swelling around my cock. Let go for me. Milk me dry.”
His filthy words are all I need to go off again, fantasies of him putting another baby in me playing on repeat as I splinter into a million pieces.
Every muscle in my body trembles wildly, and he puts a hand under my stomach for support as my arms give out.
I drop to my elbows, wave after wave of unbridled bliss slamming into me like a tsunami.
I can’t breathe, barely hanging onto consciousness as his thrusts become uneven and jerky, which tells me that he’s about to erupt at any moment.
He hammers into me one last time, howling out a string of obscenities as he finally fills me to the brim with his pleasure.
We’re gasping for air, both of us covered in a thin sheen of sweat by the time we float back to awareness.
I can’t remember the last time I had this kind of workout, but I know it was well before I found out I was pregnant.
Add the extra weight I’m carrying around, and I’m exhausted, yet I’ve never felt more invigorated in my entire life.
And that, folks, is Theo Calloway’s superpower.
He leans down, curling himself over my back and pressing a sweet kiss to my flushed cheek. “I love you.” It’s the softest whisper, a stark contrast to the way he was fucking me just moments ago. It’s everything I wanted, not that I ever doubted him.
“I love you too,” I reply, peeling my tired eyes open to look at him over my shoulder. I’m still on my elbows, his palm gently cradling my belly that’s just barely resting on the pillow. “That was insane.”
He chuckles, pulling out of me and sitting back to watch the show.
“Come on, Mama. Give it to me,” he demands as I push, enjoying the warmth of his cum as it drips from between my lips.
It’s part of his breeding kink, and he doesn’t miss a beat, dragging his finger through the mess before stuffing it all back inside.
The sensation has my walls clenching down, desperately searching for more, even though I don’t think I could even handle it. I need rest.
Theo presses another kiss to the small of my back, placing a hand on each hip and guiding me to lie on my side. I’m still trembling, but as soon as the pressure is off my arms and legs, I relax into the mattress with a sigh.
“You okay?” he asks, plopping down next to me. “I promise I’ll be rougher after she’s born, but that was my limit for now. I still have to protect you both.”
I smile, my gaze finding his as I reach out and skim my thumb over his bottom lip. “It was everything. I feel amazing. So does your little butternut squash.”
His brows shoot up. “Looks like somebody’s been doing her research.
” He shimmies down the bed, smacking several loud kisses to my stomach as I giggle.
“You hear that, baby girl? Mama’s almost as excited to meet you as I am.
But you have to stay in there for a little bit longer, okay?
I need you to be big and strong, so you can beat up Uncle Emmett for me.
” I shake my head and huff a laugh, wondering what the hell Em said to get him going.
It had to be good, since Theo has been stuck on it for weeks.
“Alright. I have to go downstairs and see what mischief Boner got into while we weren’t looking.
He’s way too quiet to be up to any good.
” He crawls off the mattress, stretching his arms above his head.
I can’t stop the saliva that forms on my tongue, silently trying to figure out how I can get him to ditch practice so I can lick his abs for a few hours.
Clearly, I’m wearing the proof of my impure thoughts right on my face, because he lifts a brow, pointing an accusing finger my way.
“Don’t even think about it, Mama. We’re one win away from making it to the Wild Card game. I don’t think you want to explain to the city of Cleveland why their cornerback was benched for being a no-show. You know I can’t say no to you, so do me a favor and don’t say a word.”
I sigh obnoxiously, allowing him to pull me to my feet. “Fine, but it’ll cost you a foot rub when you get home.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, baby.”