Chapter 14
I was awake again before Theo.
But today, I didn’t jump out of bed so he could sleep. I also didn’t hear Easton get up like I did yesterday morning. Though, last night before I went to bed I heard Easton tell Theo he’d take the night shift again. So I knew he was awake and would be until Theo was awake and he could go to sleep.
I peeked over at the window, didn’t see any light coming in through the blinds, and decided it was too early to be awake.
Especially with Theo’s hard chest pressed tightly against my back, his arm around my middle, his hand resting on my stomach.
I scooted back, closing the fraction of an inch that separated us and snuggled into his warmth.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
The next time I woke up I felt Theo’s fingers gently stroking my stomach. His firm body was still wrapped tightly around mine with the addition of a very thick, very long erection resting on my panty-covered ass.
“ Mmm, ” I hummed and pushed my ass deeper into his crotch.
“Morning, baby,” he returned, gliding his hand up under the shirt I’d worn to bed.
When he reached my breast he cupped it, brushed his thumb over my nipple, then added his finger and rolled the tightened bud with just enough pressure that I arched into his hand wanting more.
“Panties off,” he bossed. “Unless you don’t mind losing another pair.”
I absolutely, one thousand percent did not mind losing another pair if that meant I got to experience the pleasure of him tearing them off of me.
Unfortunately, my undie selection was currently limited, so practicality won out over having the mini orgasm I knew watching his strong fingers tear through the lace would cause.
I shimmied out of my panties, got them to my ankles, and kicked them off.
“Open yourself up for me, Bridget,” he ordered. “Leg over my thigh.”
God, his rough, scratchy, morning voice was sexy as hell.
I did what he asked, taking the sheet with me, exposing myself to the cool air of the room. It felt good against my heated skin. Throughout this, Theo kept rolling and pinching my nipple. Not hard, not gently, somewhere in the middle.
I wiggled back, wanting more.
Theo was having none of that.
“Stay still.”
I didn’t want to stay still, I wanted him to hurry.
I wanted all the things he’d promised but circumstances yesterday were such he couldn’t make good on those promises.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t thought about it all day—hoping he’d get a break from work to give me a little relief.
And I knew he’d thought about it, too. More than once I’d caught him staring at me, eyes heated, jaw tight.
I was ready.
More than ready.
And before the next disaster hit, I was going to get it.
So, I disobeyed him and ground my bare ass against his erection.
His welcomed response was to pinch my nipple to the point of pain. Delicious pain that brought with it a flood of desire.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked as he continued to abuse my nipple.
“Yes,” I groaned.
I wanted to groan for a different reason when he let go of my nipple and slid his hand back down to my stomach, giving me nothing more than his fingertip gently trailing from hip to hip.
“Theo,” I snapped.
“Good girls get good things,” he rasped against the side of my neck. “You want good things, Bridget?”
I nodded.
“You gonna be a good girl?” he asked.
I wanted to say yes. I wanted all the good things Theo could give me. But saying yes would be a lie. I was too impatient to be good. The evidence of that impatience had gathered between my legs.
I shook my head no.
“Didn’t think so.”
His hand drifted lower to my thigh and he hitched my leg higher. Whisper-soft, he skated his fingers down the inside of my legs, over my wet center, up to my clit before he skimmed back down.
Slowly.
Up and down he went.
Giving me nothing but want.
Building the ache until I was ready to explode.
“You gonna be good now?”
I thought I was being stupendous, controlling my need to roll him to his back and slam myself down on his cock.
I shook my head no.
Without warning two fingers slammed inside of me, pulling a startled gasp from my throat.
“How about now, Bridget, you gonna be good for me?” His fingers pumped in and out roughly. “Move with me. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
I moved the best I could while being captured between the hard wall of muscle at my back and his hand working between my legs. But in no way was I fucking myself—Theo was doing the finger fucking and he was doing a spectacular job of it.
I squirmed back, hoping he’d understand I was ready for more.
“You want my cock?” he growled and ground his erection against my ass.
“Yes.”
I felt him shift away from me, twist, move, then he was back, his bare dick now sliding between my legs. I missed his fingers but this was better. The head of his dick nudged my clit and I jolted.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned.
Drenched was more like it.
“And ready,” I added.
“Told you before but it bears a repeat, this changes everything. I won’t let you go. Be very sure this is what you want.”
“This changes nothing,” I told him and tipped my head back in offering. “I was never going to let you let me go. I was prepared to beg you not to let me leave.”
Theo went solid behind me. The only movement in the bed was the vibration coming from his chest as he rumbled out a tortured moan.
His hips pulled back then he slammed into me.
Full .
So full I cried out.
Electricity shot down my spine, the charge so forceful I arched into it and thrust back.
“This is your punishment,” he grunted.
His hand joined his cock between my legs, his fingers danced over my clit, and for a second I was worried he was going to tease me until I broke.
I quickly found I was wrong.
Theo was intent on breaking me a different way.
And that was by building my orgasm so fast I couldn’t catch my breath.
His fingers on my clit rubbed, circled, and pinched—all with an expertise that shocked me.
Like he knew exactly how to touch me to get maximum results.
Though I wasn’t sure I needed that extra stimulation, I could come by his cock alone.
He pounded deep and rough, stretching me, hitting places I didn’t know existed, grinding and gliding in and out until I was mindless.
I could think of nothing else except his cock, my pussy, and the overwhelming need to climax.
Those thoughts were fleeting seeing as I was already there.
So close to the edge I was powerless to slow it down.
I didn’t tell him I was there. I didn’t say a word or utter a sound mainly because I couldn’t breathe.
My body jerked with the first wave of pleasure. I tensed as it consumed me, my toes curled, and my pussy convulsed.
I broke.
And I broke some more.
Oh, yeah, I broke with the most intense orgasm of my life.
“Jesus fuck,” Theo groaned.
If I had any wits about me I would’ve echoed his musing.
Jesus fuck was right.
I was still in a haze of euphoria when he pulled out, rolled me to my back, hooked my leg over his arm, and drove back in.
“Look at me, baby.”
I righted my head, brushed my hair out of my face, and stared up at his beautiful face.
“Can you take more?”
I could take anything Theo was willing to give me.
I nodded.
“Hands above your head, brace your palms on the headboard.”
I brought both my hands above my head and braced myself.
His gaze dropped to my chest.
He fell to one elbow and used his other hand to pull my shirt up to my neck.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled as he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
He released it and moved to the other side, this time slowly circling it with his tongue until it peaked.
I couldn’t stop myself from squirming.
His eyes tipped up and narrowed.
“If you want me to stay still then you’re out of luck,” I told him and bucked my hips. “It’s impossible when your big dick is planted deep and your talented mouth is playing with my nipples. And if that was your idea of punishment, let’s just say I plan on being bad. Very, very bad.”
Theo’s lips curved up arrogantly.
He knew he broke me and he knew I’d enjoyed every second of it.
Further from that, he was counting on me not being able to stay still so he’d have an excuse to “punish” me.
He kissed my nipple before he came back up over me, slowly withdrawing his hips before deliberately sliding back in, giving me gentle after he’d fucked me hard.
“This is for me,” he whispered. “I want those pretty eyes on me the whole time. I want to watch it build before I tear it down. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
I waited for it and smiled when I got it.
“Being a good girl for me.”
I totally was.
“Right. Now wrap your legs around me.”
I locked my ankles at the small of his back and it was a good thing I did because his next drive wasn’t gentle.
Neither was the one after that or the one after that , and once again my world narrowed—this time to the two of us with my eyes locked onto his while he fucked me hard and deep but not rough.
His thrusts were measured, precise, controlled.
I loved every second of this. So much so I lost myself and moved my hand off the headboard.
Theo planted deep, ground his pelvis against my clit, and drew a groan out of me.
“You want my cock, you’ll do as I ask.”
Except Theo didn’t ask.
He demanded.
But I caught his point and put my hand back where he wanted it.
He lowered his face to my neck and nuzzled me there so sweetly I broke another rule and closed my eyes.
“Love you, Bridget,” he whispered in my neck.
I would swear my heart swelled five times in size and threatened to burst.
I opened my eyes when he lifted and resumed his relentless pace. His drives were so powerful my head would’ve banged against the headboard if I wasn’t bracing myself. Theo’s gaze roamed my face and there again I felt seen in the most beautiful of ways.