Chapter Twenty-Two #6
He sucked harder, and Audrey arched her back against the wall and writhed, unable to hold still any longer under the feeling of his tongue over her nipple.
She put a hand on his shoulder to try to draw him closer, but he only grabbed it, sought out the other, and pinned them above her head with one massive paw, encircling both wrists with just his thumb and forefinger to thoroughly trap her there.
He pulled her neckline down further to free her other breast. “If I hadn’t met you, I couldn’t have made that.” He drew it into his mouth, laving at her nipple and worshipping the hard, sensitive bud with his tongue between breaths. “If I hadn’t met you, I don’t know where I’d be. Dead, probably.”
“Theo, we’re—w-we’re in public,” she breathed, barely managing to hold onto any last threads of decency.
They were unraveling quickly enough as it was, especially with how hot she felt caught in Theo’s orbit.
She was beginning to burn; already her own skin was becoming unbearable, never mind the feeling of the dress and how it clung to her.
Maybe Theo would rip it off and free her completely.
It’d be a relief from the flames licking across her skin. “We should call Wesley. We should—”
He jerked his gaze up to meet hers again, his mouth red and swollen and wicked.
“No. I can’t wait anymore.” His eyes, normally so kind, so sweet, so often sad, glittered instead with mischief.
“Theo’s not here right now,” he purred, caressing her neck with his free hand and swiping a careful thumb along the edge of her jaw.
“It’s Lightm4st3r’s night. And you know what?
He might be reclusive, but he’s not quite as upstanding as Theodore Sullivan is.
He’s done some things in his time.” Darkness simmered in his gaze.
“And do you know one thing he’s not yet guilty of?
Public indecency. I think we should change that. Now.”
“Are you trying to collect broken laws like Pokémon or something?” she gasped. “Theo, we should—”
He dove forward and took her mouth in answer, nipping, biting, sucking at her lips, her tongue, her neck, every bit of her he could reach, frenzied and manic, hurried and desperate and hungry.
All thoughts fled from Audrey’s mind, chased away by his heat, his fervor, his insistence, and instead, every remaining shred of rationale and decency was replaced with wild, irrepressible need.
Audrey needed him, and she didn’t care how.
He let go of her hands to free his own and lifted her off the floor, palming her ass through her dress and pinning her back against the wall with his hips lodged between her legs.
He was unbearably hard, and when he kissed her again, it was so deep, so passionate, he stole her breath.
She hardly knew what to do with herself.
But Theo knew.
His hands didn’t stay idle. While one wrapped around the back of her neck, trembling but strong, he ran the other up her dress beneath its slit and along her thigh.
His calluses skated across her skin, but when he reached the curves of her ass, he stopped.
His brows knit together in confusion, and he shifted his hand again, his fingers searching for the edges of her underwear.
When he didn’t find any, his throat bobbed.
“Good god,” he whispered, his voice ragged and strained. “You’ve been bare under this dress the entire time? This whole evening? And I didn’t know?!”
Audrey’s cheeks were on fire, their momentary pause allowing words to filter back into her brain.
“I forgot about shapewear,” she mumbled, biting her bottom lip.
It was a rookie mistake. “And the dress was too tight otherwise, it would have shown the panty lines. Actually, it would have shown through the slits anyway. So I just—”
Theo closed his eyes and threw his head back, his expression one of utter bliss while he mouthed Thank you to the heavens. “I should have bought Violet two pairs of shoes.”
Her back slid down the wall while Theo lowered them both to the ground, pressing soft kisses to every sliver of exposed skin along her hips and torso while he knelt carefully in his tux.
He parted her dress at the slit with reverent hands and a rapt look on his face, tugging the tight, stretchy fabric slightly higher onto her hips and lifting her right leg over his shoulder as a brace.
Before Audrey could fully comprehend what was happening, Theo’s fingers dug deeply into the flesh of her waist and hips to hold her steady—before he plunged his face between her legs.
It was his nose she felt first, nuzzling against her sex, drawing languidly up and down her folds and over her clit. Then his lips, soft and gentle, grazing and mouthing along the inside of her thighs.
When she felt his tongue, she moaned.
It was too loud.
She clamped her hands over her mouth.
“Theo. We’re g-going to get caught,” she whispered through her fingers.
“Then try to stay quiet.” His voice was muffled, but she could feel the vibrations of it and the wickedness of his smile against her cunt when he paused, his lips forming the words through his devotions. “If you can.”
“But—”
“I’m busy,” he growled. “You taste incredible—so sweet, and all mine. Let me be greedy, just for tonight.”
That was the last thing he deigned to say.
Theo was already lost to his art, to his adoration, to worshipping at Audrey’s altar, and only his shadowy halo of hair was visible through the slit in her dress, his head bobbing slightly as he feasted on her.
She dug her fingers into his waves, grabbing and pulling while she fought for purchase, and he grunted in pleasure when she did, merely pressing the blade of his tongue more forcefully against her clit before shifting and plunging it inside of her, licking and tasting what he found with abandon.
Audrey closed her eyes and arched her back against the wall, barely managing to stifle a moan by biting into the side of her hand hard enough to imprint it with the shape of her teeth while she began to ride his face.
A shadow passed their doorway, the light streaming in from the hallway darkening for a moment—but instead of sending fear coursing down her spine, it only fanned the flames of her arousal, making it stronger, more intense.
She bucked harder, her hips finding their rhythm in time with Theo’s tongue, with his mouth, his face wet and hot with her slick, and together they found their cadence, falling into time like the beats of a song.
The darkness of the meeting room blurred into black velvet around her, the edges of the table and the golden light tumbling through the glass door melding together while she lost herself.
The only thing she was aware of was Theo, his silken hair in her hands, his fingers pressing deep into her flesh, his nose and lips and tongue alternating over her clit, the burn of the fire within her growing and spreading every time he closed his mouth over it and sucked, as forcefully as if he were trying to drain her dry of all the nectar she contained.
His mouth was music and she danced to it, chasing its tempo, its tenor, its time, until together, they finally reached her crescendo.
When she cried out, Theo snaked a hand upward across her body, smoothing his palm over her exposed breasts before plunging his thumb into her mouth to help stifle the sound.
That only made her come harder.
When she closed her lips around it and sucked, he jolted forward between her legs with a groan.
Suddenly, the warmth of him was gone, the cold, empty air rushing along her legs, but only for a second.
Before she’d even finished coming, before she could sink to the floor limp and spent, Theo’s thumb was gone from her mouth, replaced with his tongue and the taste of her, his strong arms now wrapped around her back, lifting her up and pinning her more forcefully against the wall.
“Need you,” she rasped when he broke away to breathe, the air searing her throat. “Want you. Now.”
She hadn’t needed to ask.
His belt had already fallen to the ground.
As soon as the words crossed her lips, he thrust inside her, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
He swallowed her groans, and she wrenched her hands into his back, twisting her fingers into the fabric of his jacket and wrapping her legs around his waist to cling to him for dear life, pulling him closer while he pounded her into the wall.
The force of Theo’s thrusts wracked through her while he plunged deeper, faster, harder than he’d ever dared to before.
It was almost too much, the way he filled her, the way his length dragged deliciously along the ridges inside her, the way he found her limits—and yet, somehow, she was able to take him, match him, hold him, stroke for stroke.
She hardly felt the wall at her back. Instead, it was only Theo’s lips while he sucked and nipped at her neck, beneath her ear, along her jaw, hard enough to leave marks and still leave her wanting more.
More.
It was always the need for more.
He wasn’t the only one who was greedy.
They were the same.
They always had been.