Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Theo
“Igrabbed everything I could,” I said to an amused Violet, my voice muffled because I was holding a bag of grapes between my teeth. My arms were full of whatever food I could carry and didn’t need to cook. Every fucking thing in the kitchen cupboards that might work.
Thank fuck no one saw me, feral and rustling about in the cupboards, my mind distracted by all the things I could do to Vi, all the ways I could use this stuff… My tented pants and the armfuls of food would have been a strange thing to explain away.
But the house was quiet.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a giggle, sitting up a bit straighter to watch me.
She was still on the bed where I left her, but now looked at me, bewildered, curious.
I kicked the door shut with my foot and winced at the bang.
Pausing for a second to check if anyone would come investigating, when there was only silence, I strode over to my beautiful queen and dumped all the food in front of her.
“Food,” I said, fucking proud of myself. “I brought food.”
“I can see that,” she replied, picking through the pile. Most of it was fruit, some cream and a bar of chocolate hidden at the back of the cupboard, behind a bag of pasta. Whoever it belonged to was shit out of luck now.
“Lie down,” I demanded. “Fuck, I don’t think I can wait another second to do this…”
Violet shimmied onto her back. “Should I… get a towel?” she asked, a glint in her eye.
“Fuck that,” I replied, ripping my clothes off and climbing onto the bed. “Fuck the sheets.”
“Well, I’d rather you fuck me…”
I shot her a wicked look and lit up when she giggled.
My heart fucking swelled two sizes at the sight of her laughter, so rare, so precious.
That I could bring such freeing emotions out in her made me puff my chest out in pride.
But then my focus returned to her delicious body, so edible, and my smile fell.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “I’m going to paint your skin so pretty.
” Even through the scars criss-crossing over her, the fresh wound I knew was on her thigh, the redness of her cheek from Margaret’s slap, she was beautiful.
Ripping open the pack of strawberries, I pulled one out and squeezed it between my fist until it was a pulpy mess. Violet shivered when I rubbed the fruit on her tit, painting her nipples with flecks of red flesh and rivers of juice. She was still watching me, unreserved and curious.
“Theo,” she sighed as I pushed her thighs apart and nestled between them, my tongue finding the peak of her nipple and sucking. She tasted incredible, the fresh fruit and her skin making me groan. My cock pulsed with need, but he would have to wait for now. I needed to eat my girl alive first.
I carried on, crushing the fruit over her chest, switching from one tit to the next, chasing each droplet as it ran down towards her neck or into her armpits.
As I lavished her with attention, she wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting her hips to find some friction.
Little gasps and moans fell from her gorgeous lips as I worked.
“Lie still, beautiful,” I muttered. “I’m not done with my dinner.”
She groaned, writhed her hips one more time, before stopping as I gave her nipples another kiss each before moving down to her torso.
I was going to cover her entire body and then eat and lick and suck until she was clean again.
An abundance of food, so much she could wear it, she could play with it.
I took a tub of cream and poured it over her stomach, watching it settle into her belly button. She tried to stay still, but her gentle flinches made the cream spill over, running down her waist and onto the sheets. Ah, fucking well.
Our eyes caught, that mischief glittering between us, and then I was back to work. Sucking cream from her navel, chasing the rivulets with my tongue, then coming up to her mouth to kiss her, feed it to her.
She moaned at the taste as our tongues shared the cream and fruit, and her hands wrapped around me. Again, she started grinding her pussy on my lower stomach, chasing release. “Don’t be a naughty girl,” I said, a grin on my face.
“Ah, but Theo, you feel so good,” she whined. “I need more.”
“Then I’ll give you more, beautiful.”
The chocolate painted over her skin like the scars did, but thicker, darker, patchier.
Her warm body melted the bar as I traced it from the top of her thigh down to her soft knee.
I avoided the back of her leg, which was still covered in small open wounds, patched up and hidden.
I sucked hickeys onto her soft thighs, swirling my tongue to catch all the chocolate as I worked my way down.
She twitched and flinched and occasionally cried out or sighed, but let me work, her hands shoved into my hair. Not to guide me or stop me, just to be close. Each time our eyes locked, it was with an understanding of what we were doing, how important it was.
Every time with her was like magic, but these times? When she opened up to me and let me heal her? Insanity. Pure, heavenly bliss.
I crushed grapes and watched the juice run down her legs to her feet, then licked it up, running my tongue from her toes to her knees. She giggled and squirmed, but let me work. When her legs shook, I caught glimpses of her pussy, glistening with her arousal and so ready for me.
But she had to wait. Or at least I thought she would have to wait. I had more plans for her, but she sat up and pushed me back. I stared at her in question as I let her guide me onto my back.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She bit her lip. “You looked like you were having fun. I want a taste.” God, she was stunning.
Her skin was streaked in fruit juice and cream, smears of chocolate I hadn’t caught, and her hair was chaos, unbrushed from the shower, wild from what we’d done.
And she seemed so alive, her eyes shimmering, her lips pink and juicy from kissing me.
How could I resist? That my woman could go from feral and spitting mad, to putty under my hands, was the biggest turn on ever.
“By all means, baby,” I said, settling with my hands locked behind my head so she had full access. She could do whatever she wanted to me, and I would never say no.
I wasn’t lying when I told her my body was hers; for healing, for fun, for whatever she needed.
My cock kicked up when she crushed a strawberry in both hands and wrapped them around my shaft. “Going right for it, hey?” I asked, my stomach muscles twitching and rolling. Fuck, she already had me so close.
“Not one for teasing,” she muttered as she ducked down and licked up the strawberry juice. Daggers of pleasure shot from my cock to my gut, but I stayed still as her tongue flickered over every inch of me, licking and sucking along the sides, not swallowing the head, until she was sure I was clean.
“That was fun,” she said, patting the tip of my cock before shifting away.
I jerked up and caught her waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growled, and she laughed.
“I was done, just wanted a little taste.”
“No way.” I wasn’t having that. I flipped her over, landed my back on the bed and positioned her so her pussy hovered above my face. Fuck, what a sight to behold, her juicy pussy an inch from my lips, ready to be devoured.
Scrambling my hand around the bed, I found what I was searching for at the same moment her wet mouth finally engulfed my cock.
She pushed me into her throat and gulped around my cockhead, making my thighs shake with pleasure.
Fuck, I needed to calm myself down, or I was going to explode already.
And I had a lot more planned for my little sister.
“Vi, you tiny devil,” I muttered when she swallowed again. She laughed, then spluttered, her air still constricted. “You’re so good at that, beautiful.”
“Only for you,” she said, gasping between sucks. “All for you.”
I distracted us both by yanking the cork from the opened bottle of red wine and pouring it down her spine. She gasped, and I groaned at the sight of the burgundy liquid streaming between her ass cheeks, down onto her pussy, and onto my face.
With a growl, I lunged up and licked; the tartness of the wine overwhelming the taste of her.
So I swiped away the wine with my tongue until it was all her again, burrowing my face into her, yanking her down with my arms wrapped around her thighs.
I was careful of the wounded one, letting her keep it a little propped up; otherwise, I wanted her sat. Suffocating me.
She popped off my cock with a cry when I finally reached her clit with my tongue, alternating between flickering and massaging to hold her on that edge, but not over. Grinning to myself when she gushed, I kept going, roaming one of my hands around her hips and between her ass cheeks.
With my free hand, I poured more wine, this time chasing it to her asshole, fucking it inside her with my tongue.
“Theo, god!” she squirmed.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, stopping for a moment to play with her ass cheeks, they were sticky with wine, streaks of red not an unfamiliar sight on her skin.
She paused for a beat, jacking my cock but not sucking it. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
The wine made it easy to ease the tip of my finger inside her ass and twist it, letting her feel what that fullness was like. We’d explored here a little before, but from how she was grinding back on my finger already, I think she wanted to go even further.
“Theo, I want more,” she confirmed, so I spat on her hole before pushing my finger in all the way, kissing the side of her thigh when she shuddered.
She made a sound like ‘oh’ and sat up straighter to give me better access, still working my cock, but so very slowly.
Agonizing rubs of my shaft to keep me on edge, but not over.
Not enough. My hips jerked to chase sensation, and she laughed before it fell into a fresh moan.
I pumped my finger, unwilling to push a second in and hurt her until she was 100% ready. “We need lube,” I said then, kissing her inner thigh.
“Wh-what?” she sighed.
“Lube,” I repeated. “We need lube.” With care, I lifted her off me and rolled us so we were face to face.
I kissed her senseless, tasting myself, the fruit and cream, and her, all mingled into one.
It was a sloppy kiss, no rhythm, only spit and teeth and tongues clashing, our hands roaming, grabbing and clawing at each other to get as close as possible.
I could just slip into her pussy now, fuck her into the filthy sheets until she screamed, then pass out together. But she wanted more. So she would have more.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Where are you going?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows while I climbed off the bed and wrapped a towel around my waist.
“I’m going to find us some lube.”
I was willing to bet there was some in the master bedroom.
No way there wasn’t a stock of dirty sex supplies tucked away somewhere in there.
Connor for sure had a secret kinky side to explore.
So, I ambled down the length of the hall to the other end of the house where Connor slept and tried the door.
The house was deathly quiet, not a creak or a peep from anyone, so the hinge whining sounded like the clatter of a pan against another. But nobody woke up.
Partly because there was no one to wake up. Connor wasn’t in bed. Though the sheets were rumpled and the room was shrouded in darkness, there was no one here.
Weird.
Thinking he was downstairs getting a drink or some shit, and would be right back up, I yanked open the bedside table drawer and found what I was looking for buried beneath a book and a few containers of painkillers.
Lube now in hand, I headed back to Vi.