Chapter 33
Theo
Igrabbed his hand, entwined our fingers, and led Jeremiah down the hall, past the bathroom, and into my bedroom at the far end of the house.
My heart raced faster than the first time he’d kissed me, but this time, the anticipation was far more powerful than fear.
I knew the stunning man I was about to see, the pecs and abs and legs and . . . that glorious cock.
Okay, fine, I was about to shit my breeches.
Everything about Jeremiah’s body intimidated the hell out of me .
. . and thrilled me all in one glorious, horny heartbeat.
Never in a million years had I even dreamed I’d be dating or sleeping with or whatever the fuck we were doing with a genuine Greek god; but there we were, quietly sneaking down my hallway, hoping beyond hope that my little girl would stay asleep while we, well, didn’t.
Oh, right, there was also my rule about never—and I mean never—having sex while my daughter was under the same roof.
The moment she’d come to live with me, I’d made that commitment to us, to her upbringing, to keeping her innocent.
For four years, I’d kept that sacred promise, not that I’d had that many offers to break it.
Still, guiding Jeremiah through my bedroom door somehow felt like an explorer stepping off his ship for the first time after months at sea.
Would the land hold me? Would natives attack?
Was this all a massive mistake, one I could’ve avoided by never leaving my home shore?
Jeremiah’s gentle kiss on the back of my neck as we crossed the bedroom’s threshold brought me back from my nautical adventure.
He was such a good man, so kind and caring and gentle.
For one with muscles covering him like sexy barnacles on a ship—okay, ew, that was a weird analogy—anyway, for one who was so well built, he might’ve been one of the softest hearts I’d ever met.
Although as the door clicked shut behind me, and I heard him turn the lock, it wasn’t his heart I was excited to feel.
Warm hands dug beneath my shirt, teasing the tender skin of my waist with rough callouses.
“I’m going to make you forget your own name tonight,” he whispered, kissing my earlobe before taking it in his teeth.
“Quietly. Make me forget quietly, or we’ll end up with a gremlin sleeping between.”
“Right,” he said as his hands crawled up my sides until he forced my arms over my head.
My shirt followed, slipping free and dropping to the floor.
Jeremiah’s hands were on my chest before I could breathe, his fingers swirling around my nipples, teasing them, flicking them, stroking them in the perfect way that made me shiver.
“Jer—”“Shh.” He wheeled me about to face him. “No talking.”
His lips quashed any reply my addled brain tried to force out of my mouth. Teeth dug into my bottom lip, then his tongue soothed. He kissed so deeply, so perfectly, I thought the room might spin off its axis.
I could’ve kissed him forever.
But his hands had other plans, trailing down my stomach before one wedged itself into the front of my pants.
My cock, already hard, throbbed in his palm.
“Somebody’s happy to see me,” he crooned.
I tried to speak, but his mouth consumed mine once more.
The top button of my jeans popped free.
I heard the zipper.
Strong hands slid inside my underwear again, taking both my jeans and inner layer down at the same time.
Then Jeremiah was on his knees, helping me step out, while his tongue roamed across the tip of my head.
“Jer, fuck, that feels so good.” I shivered again.
His hand gripped my shaft, pulling me taut, as his tongue traveled down my shaft until he reached my balls. He opened wide and took one in.
Pain shot up my abdomen.
Pleasure followed close behind.
He licked, swirling and sucking, drawing blood from every corner of my body, filling my balls and hardening my erection even more.
I grabbed his hair and pulled at it. I wanted him. Wanted to be one with him. Wanted to feel him inside me.
God, I wanted everything.
His head rose, eyes gleaming, as he licked my head again. “I think he likes me.”
“You have no idea,” was all I could manage.
He cupped my balls again, but this time, without warning, one of his fingers snuck past to flick the outer edges of my hole.
I groaned.
He pressed.
My body trembled.
His finger vanished. I heard him spit. Then it was back, stroking and teasing and—
“Oh!”
He made it to the first joint of his finger before he stilled.
“This okay?”
I pulled his hand. “Fucking yes. I want you inside me, Jeremiah. Please.”
He wiggled his finger.
I almost cried out.
His mouth found my cock again as his finger slipped deeper, to the knuckle.
I pulsed against his tongue, leaked a little.
He pulled back and smacked his lips. “Fucking tasty.”
God, this man.
Then his finger went all the way. Jesus, it hit something . . . my . . . fuck!
Stars bloomed on the ceiling, then spun and swirled and—
He pulled back. My ass missed him immediately.
Then he slid in again.
“Kiss me when you do that. Put me on the bed and kiss me, damn it.”
My cock fell out of his mouth as he chuckled. “So bossy, library man.”
“I need you, Jer, like I haven’t needed anybody in fucking forever.”
His laughter quieted. For a split second, I thought I’d gone too far. In a moment of prostate-ticking-induced pleasure, I’d said too much.
Then Jeremiah was standing before me, brushing back my hair and kissing me like I was the last man on earth, the only man who’d ever lived.
I melted in his arms as we eased back onto the bed, his weight atop me. Air whooshed out of my lungs, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that kiss.
After a moment, he sat up and tugged his shirt off. Then I watched as he removed his jeans. His own erection flew free, unconstrained by undies.
“Where’s your lube?”
“Dresser drawer.”
“Condom?”
I hesitated. Of course, he was right. We couldn’t be stupid or irresponsible.
I knew I was negative. Hell, I couldn’t remember having sex this decade.
And this was Jeremiah. We hadn’t had a lot of sex over the past few weeks, but we’d found time to get naked between dinners and slumber parties and all the other things a dad—or dads—had to do.
“Theo?”
I blinked up at him. “Is it terrible that I want . . .” My words trailed off.
He leaned down and kissed me.
“It’s not terrible, and I just got tested a month ago, right before we met, but it’s a big step, a really, really big step.”
I drew a deep breath and let it out. He was right. I knew better.
“They’re in the drawer.”
He reached across and retrieved the lube and a condom. With no small amount of regret, I watched him roll on the rubber, then lift my legs and lean over me.
“One day, hopefully soon, there will be nothing between us,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lips as though promising me the world.
I nodded, unable to speak.
He grabbed the lube and squirted some on his hand, rubbed his fingers together, then reached down to stroke slickness between my cheeks. His middle finger slipped inside, and I forgot everything we’d just said.
When a second finger joined the first, I forgot my own name.
In and out.
Fingers turned and stretched.
My head swam.
Then they were gone, and something larger pressed against me.
This was it.
I tried to relax, but damn, he was big, and it had been so long and—
All the air I’d ever held in my lungs flew out as he slid his cock inside me. First the head, so slowly, then half his shaft.
“Are you—”
“Get inside me now!”
He pushed the rest inside.
His hands gripped my chest.
“God, you’re tight.”
My back arched.
“Oh, fucking hell!”
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“Damn it, Jer, I need more of you. Don’t you fucking stop.”
His balls slapped against me as he shoved the last of his length deep within me.
I gasped and gripped the pillows so hard they might never resume their shape.
He pulled back slowly, then slipped in deep again, this time in one smooth motion.
Out and in.
Out and in.
“Fuck, Jer, fuck me harder!”
He hesitated.
My eyes were squeezed shut, but I was sure he was trying to guess how hard I meant.
Then he slammed so deep inside me I think my lungs felt his cock.
“Holy fucking shit. Right there. Do that again!”
He did.
Again and again and again.
In minutes, we were both sweating through the sheets. I opened my eyes to find his arms stretched above me, hands gripping the headboard, my legs resting on his shoulders as he drove into me harder and harder with each thrust.
“Fucking kiss me, Jer.”
He let go of the headboard, gripped my shoulders, and leaned down to kiss me. The angle was harder, but he didn’t slow, shoving himself into me, slowing occasionally before quickening to a pace that had us both breathing hard.
“I can’t hold this much longer,” he wheezed. “I’m getting so close.”
“Come in me, Jer. Make me yours. I want to be yours.”
I didn’t know what I was saying anymore. My mouth was moving on its own, my brain having given up on playing any role. Jeremiah’s rhythm stumbled, likely as his brain, still functioning, processed the garbage I’d just spewed.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I ordered, reaching out and gripping his ass, pulling him deep inside me.
He snapped back to it, pushing and pulling, shoving and retreating.
His hand, slick with lube, grabbed my cock and began jerking so fast I couldn’t think.
“Jer, you’re gonna make me come.”“I want you to come, baby. I want you.”
He shoved deeper, faster, almost frantic now.
His abs clenched.
My ass squeezed.
His cock throbbed and pulsed, then he growled as liquid heat filled the condom over and over.
He squeezed my cock, his grip mirroring the way my ass squeezed his load, and those stars on the ceiling flared. A wave of pressure, building since the moment I’d seen him naked, swelled and pressed against my insides.
I couldn’t hold back the tide. It was too much.
Jeremiah was too much.
I wanted to shout to the sky, to scream and yell, as pleasure poured through me, but I bit my lower lip and stifled my cries.
My cock exploded across his hand, spilling across my stomach.
He didn’t stop stroking or thrusting or kissing.
Cum slathered our skin, slick and sticky between us.
His cock pulsed inside me, mine in his hand.
Until neither of us could move, and Jeremiah collapsed in a heap atop my sweaty, goo-covered body.