Chapter 24
Nora
Oh my God oh my God oh my God.
I thought about this all night, and all morning, and though I’m terrified, I have no choice.
Because Theo Montague turns me on so much that I’m incapable of staying away from him anymore.
He’s a walking Pandora’s box. There’s no way on earth I can keep my distance, refuse to sample the pleasures he’s offering.
He just makes it so easy. And so appealing. And I’ve been pretty good, haven’t I? I’ve only been with one guy in my whole life, FFS. Theo’s like the dessert you can’t stop drooling over when you’re on a diet. He’s the banoffee pie you cave and stick your entire face into.
Well, I’ve been on a diet for seven months, and it’s time to get stuck in.
It would be wrong not to.
I let him lead me into the shower and I’m smirking because I’m so nervous and thrilled and excited and apprehensive and delighted with myself for having the balls to actually do this.
As soon as we’re under the water, he pulls me right up against him and hooooooly shit, the feel of his hard, wet body pressed up against mine as warm water thunders around us is miraculous.
But not as miraculous as the sensation of his hot, hungry tongue forcing my mouth open and invading me, finding my tongue, which twists shamelessly around it, and exploring my mouth as he glues me to him, that so-big-I-don’t-want-to-think-about-it erection twitching desperately against my stomach.
One hand is clamped to the back of my head; the other slides down my back and grabs my bum, hard, and he groans into my mouth.
I need to cop a feel, too. Not his dick just yet—I need to work up the courage for that—but that back.
That bum. Those thighs. My hands slide greedily around his wet body as we kiss, and boy, is it a glorious journey.
He surprises me by pulling away.
‘Give me a minute,’ he pants. ‘I need to have a quick wash. I stink. I don’t want you being covered in my sweat.’
This I can do. ‘Allow me.’ I hold out my hand for the shower gel, but he shakes his head.
‘Nope. Seriously, sweetheart. If I let you soap me up, especially my cock, I won’t last a single minute.’ He jerks his head towards the bench. ‘Sit.’
And so I sit and watch the glorious, gratuitous sight that is Theo Montague smoothing a lather of bubbles over those sleek, bronzed muscles.
Rubbing the thatch of dark hair under his arms. Smoothing the soap down abs so fine I just want to lick them, before he soaps up his dick and pumps it a couple of times, pulling back the foreskin so he can clean under it.
I’m eye-level with it, where I’m sitting, and holy shit. There’s nothing about what I’m seeing that makes me any more confident of being able to accommodate that thing. Even if it’s beautiful. Even if the sight of his exposed, glistening crown is making me drool. Literally.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me the whole time he’s washing himself, and as he rinses off his dick, he grins.
‘What you looking at, gorgeous?’
‘That.’ I point, and surprise myself by saying, ‘I want to lick it.’
It’s true. I do.
He laugh-groans. ‘Not sure that’s a good idea.’
‘Please, Theo. Just a taste.’
‘Jesus. Don’t look at me like that. When you look up at me like that, I’ll give you anything you want. Got it? I can’t say no to those eyes.’
He takes a step closer, and I reach out and pull him towards me by his hips. I eye his dick greedily.
‘You sure about this?’
I murmur something like one hundred percent, because I’m not focused on words right now.
I lean forward and lick up the slit at the top of Theo’s gorgeous, straight dick.
Oh my God. It’s wet and delicious, and the water makes it feel like sucking a lollipop.
I take another lick and go to close my lips around the tip when he jerks it away.
I look up, and the look in his eyes is something I haven’t seen for a long time, if ever.
Pure desire and disbelief.
Theo Montague is looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real, and I put that look on his face.
Me.
If I thought he was good looking before, I’d clearly never seen him wet and naked and holding his dick and seemingly on the verge of coming thanks to the briefest ministrations from my mouth.
He shakes his head at me. ‘Sorry, sweetheart, I won’t last a minute like that.’
‘So come,’ I tell him. I shrug. ‘Who cares?’
‘I seem to remember boasting that I could go for hours. I’m gonna kill my reputation.’
‘Your secret is safe with me.’
He gets to his knees in front of me and puts his hands on my knees. ‘This is about you right now. I want to make you feel good. Open your legs.’
‘I—what?’
He nods. ‘Go on. Open them for me.’ He reaches up and rolls one of my nipples between his finger and thumb, and we both groan in unison.
‘Jesus.’ He says. ‘I just want to fucking devour you. Trying to pace myself here, sweetheart. Open up.’
Oh, God. His face and his mouth and his touch and his tone of voice have me so hot, but this is quite a bold move. Perhaps a shot of Dutch courage would have been a good bet to take the edge off, before I propositioned him and bit off way more than I could chew.
I watch his face as he smiles encouragingly at me, and keep my eyes on him as I open my legs.
He looks down at the space I’m exposing to him and runs his hand over his stubble.
‘Fuck me. Wider, babe.’
I scoot my feet wider. My breath is coming harder.
Theo’s jaw tenses. He licks his lips as his hand edges towards the apex of my open legs, but he pulls it away and gets to his feet. My head jerks up in surprise.
‘I knew you’d have a beautiful pussy.’ His voice is controlled, but the strain in it is audible. ‘It’s just as gorgeous as I imagined.’
Dear Lord. He said the P-word. Another word I usually hate, but coming from his mouth, in that tone, it sounds like pure sex.
Which, my body tells me, is a Very Good Thing.
He’s got to his feet and is messing with the shower settings.
‘What are you doing?’ I manage. My voice sounds breathy and weird.
A wolfish grin. ‘This.’
He diverts one of the showerheads to the hand-held one and holds it up. He steps closer, so he’s towering over me, and if I wasn’t apprehensive-slash-dying-with-lust, I’d laugh, because the vision in front of me is so ridiculously much.
‘Time to warm you up, sweetheart.’
‘I’m pretty warm,’ I squeak.
‘That’s not what I meant.’ He flicks the shower head over one of my breasts. ‘This is what I meant.’
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
Lord.
I’m dead. I won’t last a minute with this guy. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, getting into bed (figuratively and literally) with a man like Romeo Montague.
The fleeting spray of water is just enough to tease my nipple to the highest what the hell was that alert. It stands to attention, straining for more. My mouth falls open.
‘Oh my God. Theo.’
‘Just getting started.’ He grins at me. ‘You are so fucking beautiful. Look at that water streaming over your tits. Down your pussy. Keep looking at me. I want to see what those gorgeous eyes do when you get close.’
He flicks the shower head back and forth between my nipples.
The flow isn’t too powerful, so the sensation is teasing rather than intense, but as he lingers longer on each breast, it grows more profound.
And my body aches more. The flow of water running down my body is coursing between my legs, and the relentless tickle over my clit and the sensitive surrounding flesh builds. I arch my back and wriggle a little.
‘Ready for more?’ Theo asks, and I nod vehemently.
‘Yes. Yes.’
‘Good girl.’ He lowers the shower head and points it straight between my legs, and at the direct contact, I practically jump off the bench. It’s heaven. It’s amazing. It’s—
He pulls the stream away and returns to my breasts. My nipples are now so sensitised that there’s a risk I come just like this, but I don’t want to. I want more. I need so much more.
I’m panting. ‘Theo. I need it on my clit. Seriously. Please.’
‘I told you, sweetheart. I’ll give you whatever you want.
Okay?’ He aims the flow right between my legs again, pulsing in small circles that hit then miss, hit then miss, and Jeeeesus.
I stretch my legs as wide as I can, pushing down on the bench with my palms. Opening up to him.
To this sensation. I don’t even care what I look like. I just need more. Of. This.
‘Fuck me,’ Theo murmurs. ‘You should see yourself, baby.’ He turns the flow up a notch and moves the shower head closer to me, and it pulsates against me with a relentlessness, an intensity that takes my breath away. God. I’m so close. I tilt my hips so he can hit as much of me as possible.
He holds out the shower head. ‘Take this.’
‘Okay…’ I’m barely able to form words. I’m barely functioning, but every erogenous part of me starts to party when he gets to his knees in front of me.
Holds my knees, pushing them further apart.
Puts his face between my legs.
I stare down at him in wonder, and he frowns.
‘Sweetheart. God. I need to taste you; I can’t wait a second more.’ He pushes the hand holding the shower head nearer to my chest. ‘You do your tits, okay? I’m going to take care of your orgasm.’
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
‘Will you be able to breathe if I do that?’ I grit out. I’m worried about the water cascading down over his face.
He laughs. ‘I’ll be fine. Trust me.’
I’m hanging on by a thread here. I really want to watch Theo do this, but as he slides two fingers straight inside me and crooks them, my head falls back against the tiles and I close my eyes.
And then he puts the very tip of his tongue on me, and my entire universe narrows to that point of contact.
‘Don’t tease me,’ I tell him. ‘I’m too close—I can’t take it.’
‘I know, baby.’ His voice is muffled.
I aim the shower head at one of my breasts.
The combined sensation of the spray hitting my nipples and Theo’s skilful tongue lapping at my centre is too much.
He’s as good as his word. He’s not teasing anymore.
His tongue hits me over and over again with straight, flat, hard strokes as his fingers thrust in and out with an equally consistent rhythm, and I spiral.
I grab Theo’s hair with my free hand and rub my pelvis against him as the ecstasy all over my body builds and builds and builds.
There’s fire in my breasts and my stomach and my legs and my groin.
The heat where his tongue is making contact with me is on another level.
It’s rippling outwards, spectacular wave after wave after wave until it explodes inside me and around me and I cry out.
‘Oh my God! Fuck. Theo—fuck! Oh, Jesus. I can’t—ahhhhh!’
I shudder and convulse against his tongue and his fingers and he keeps touching me until they slow and I collapse, panting, against the wall.
Theo raises his face to me, and I’m expecting a triumphant smirk, but he’s serious. Intense. He slowly withdraws his fingers and sucks them, before dragging his thumb up over my centre. I shudder again and let the shower head fall to the ground, rubbing a hand over my face.
‘Thank you,’ I whisper. ‘That was—you’ve broken me.’
He looks up at me, his eyes completely black.
‘You are fucking delicious.’ His voice is quiet and serious, and somehow that hits me straight in the heart. ‘And I’m not done with you yet.’