Chapter 29 #2
He cuts me off by pressing his thumb to my mouth. “I know what you’re going to say, and I’m going to stop you right there. Bravery isn’t the absence of fear; it’s doing something despite it and you, princess, are probably the bravest person I know.”
My lips part and his thumb dips past them. Without thinking, my tongue darts out and brushes against the pad of his thumb. His eyes darken, smouldering with desire as he leans closer, his breath fanning against my face as his gaze flicks down to my mouth.
“I really want to fucking kiss you right now,” he says, his voice deeper, huskier than it was before that has a bolt of arousal racing straight to my clit.
My breath catches as he pulls his thumb from my mouth and caresses my bottom lip. My body trembles as my blood blazes with desire and heat pools between my thighs.
“Please tell me I can.” He’s almost begging as his eyes follow the motion of his thumb with a naked hunger I’ve never seen in a man’s eyes before.
I should refuse and keep trying to put this wall between us, especially since Alex is insistent on claiming me as his and only his.
But fuck if I don’t want Theo as well. The man has been nothing but sweet and supportive to me.
My light in the darkness of my horrific memories and guilt.
While Alex is my big, strong protector; Theo is my rock and my confidant.
I know I can tell him anything and he won’t judge me.
Fuck it.
“Kiss me,” I whisper breathlessly.
Theo doesn’t hesitate. He removes his thumb and crashes his lips against mine.
His kiss is different to Alex’s. While Alex kisses me with raw, unfiltered passion and need, Theo is more playful and teasing.
He goes from lightly sipping at my lips to deepening it before lightening it once again, always keeping me on my toes.
His tongue darts out to brush against my lower lip, only to retreat when I open my mouth to let him in.
He does this several times until finally his tongue passes between my lips and twines with mine with such sensuality that my entire body jolts.
I moan, my hands coming up to grasp his shoulders as my body shifts restlessly in my sleeping bag.
My clit throbs with need and I press my thighs together to try to relieve the ache.
Theo pulls back and kisses his way along my jaw to my ear. “Fuck,” he groans as his lips find a sensitive spot on my neck that has me whimpering. “Your kisses are like a fucking drug, princess. No wonder Alex is desperate for more.”
“Please,” I gasp, not really knowing what I’m asking for, but needing it all the same.
He moves to straddle my hips, careful to keep most of his weight off me.
The sound of him unzipping my sleeping bag echoes in the room a moment before his calloused hands find their way under my shirt.
I tense as his fingers trace over the scars, his palms rough against the sensitive skin of my stomach.
“Don’t,” I whisper as I grab his wrist to move his hand upward toward my aching breasts.
He resists and meets my gaze. “These are nothing to be ashamed of, Ollie,” he murmurs as he continues to stroke the scars. “They’re the marks of a survivor, and I’m going to worship every inch of them until you believe me.”
I make an impatient noise and squirm. While the idea of his lips and tongue on my stomach is hot, I’m in urgent need of something else right now.
“Alright, I’ll do that later,” Theo says with a chuckle, understanding my desperation.
He skims his hands upward to my breasts and stops just short. My breath comes out in harsh, breathy pants as I arch my back, willing him to move upward to my aching breasts. But he doesn’t, instead only brushing his fingers against the soft skin underneath them.
“What do you need?” he demands as he bites, licks, and kisses my neck.
“Theo, please,” I whimper, my body trembling from my pent up need. It’s been so long since a man has touched me and my body is making that known. I’m pretty sure my underwear is drenched.
“Please, what? Use your words, princess.”
He brushes his rough fingers against my flesh, so close but not where I need them as he tortures my neck with his lips and teeth. This man is going to kill me. I just know it. I’m already a mess and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
“Fuck. Touch me, please.”
“There you go. Good girl for using your words,” he praises, his words lighting me up like a fucking Christmas tree as he finally moves his hands up to cup my breasts.
He’s gentle at first, massaging them with his big hands before moving to play with my hard nipples. My eyes roll to the back of my head with a groan as he plucks and pinches them before rolling them between his thumb and fingers.
“Shh, princess. You need to be quiet. We wouldn’t want Rhys to wake up and see you like this, would we?” He pinches my nipples again, harder this time.
My back arches and I bite back a moan. My clit throbs with such intensity that I’m wondering if he could make me come from just this. Fuck, I forgot how much I enjoyed having my tits played with.
My eyes flick over to Rhys’s sleeping form and I can’t help but wonder what he’d do if he found us like this. Would he just lie there and watch? Or would he join in and take control over the situation like he does everything else? A harsh nip to my ear has me darting my attention back to Theo.
“Or maybe you’d enjoy the idea of Rhys waking up, hmm?” he says with a dark chuckle. “You like the idea of him finding you like this? A needy, whimpering mess that’s begging to have her cunt touched?”
Oh fuck. Theo has a filthy mouth.
“Because that’s what you really want, isn’t it, princess? My fingers buried in your tight pussy and my mouth sucking your clit while he watches. Maybe he’ll even join in and play with your perfect tits or have you suck his cock while I make you come.”
A small, needy whimper escapes from my throat as I writhe beneath him. “Theo, please,” I beg, almost delirious with desperation.
“You need to come?”
“Yes! Please make me come!”
He groans at my whimpered pleas. “You beg so prettily.” He adjusts his position to straddle my thighs as he slides a hand downward into the waistband of my underwear.
“Fuck,” he growls as his fingers brush against my soaking clit while his other hand continues to play with my nipple. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
Two of his fingers delve deeper, easily find my entrance and push inside.
The feeling of being finally filled is almost euphoric, and I smother the moan that wants to escape from my lips.
He curls his fingers against my G-spot, and my entire body jolts as he rubs it while grinding the heel of his hand against my clit.
If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed by how close I already am. I’m almost teetering on the edge, my pussy clenching greedily around his fingers even as a part of me fights to prolong the pleasure.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet. So fucking perfect. I can’t wait to fill it with my cock and feel you stretch around me while I fuck you.”
“Theo...” I whimper, feeling myself on the edge of climax.
My hips shift beneath him, grinding my pussy against his hand as my grip tightens on his shoulders to keep me grounded.
His fingers press harder against my G-spot and I can’t hold back the gasping moan that escapes from my lips.
Theo moves to lick and kiss the other side of my neck while groaning against my skin.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you. Be a good girl and come for me. Cover my hand with your cum.” He sucks on my neck.
My head rolls to the side, giving him better access to my neck, and my eyes clash with a pair of amber eyes in the moonlit darkness. Rhys. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as I wait for him to glare at me in disgust. Only he doesn’t.
His eyes turn molten as they lazily peruse my body, lingering where Theo has his hand down my underwear as my hips grind against him. Our gazes collide again, his hooded with desire as a devilish smirk spreads across his lips.
“Come,” he mouths and that, combined with Theo’s mouth and his hands, causes me to explode.
I barely contain a cry of ecstasy as my back arches and pleasure rushes over me.
My pussy clenches hard around Theo’s fingers, almost trying to suck him in as I grind against his hand.
I’m coming so hard, stars burst across my vision and it’s all I can do to just hang on and enjoy the ride of my life.
I’m not sure if it’s seconds, minutes, or hours before I regain my senses.
Theo is cuddled up against me, pressing light kisses against my cheeks, forehead and nose.
I sigh, exhausted but sated, and for the first time in a long time, I’m completely relaxed.
My mind is quiet and there’s no guilt or fear gnawing at my insides. I feel... content.
The power of a mind blowing orgasm cannot be understated.
Theo pulls back and smiles down at me. “Are you back in the land of the living?” he asks, male satisfaction thick in his voice as he brushes back strands of my hair from my face.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” I mumble, unable to keep my eyes open as I blink up at him. Fuck, I’m so tired.
“You’re welcome,” he chuckles and presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
I flick my eyes over to Rhys. He’s rolled over, his back to us and for a moment, worry seizes my chest. However, before it can take hold, Theo strokes the side of my face.
“Get some sleep, Ollie. You need it. Whatever you’re worried about can wait until tomorrow,” he says in a low, soothing voice as he continues to press soft kisses against my forehead.
I frown. “What about you? Don’t you need to come, too?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me. That was all for you. Just rest. There will be other chances.” He hugs me close, the warmth of his body sinking into mine as he strokes my hair.
I sigh and close my eyes, allowing the comfort of being held to wash over me. That, combined with the bliss from my orgasm, is enough to push my troubles aside and lull me into a peaceful sleep.