Chapter 23 #2
I glance down at my hand brushing over his boxers, over the warm skin of his hip bones, and notice the bulge of his cock straining against the cotton fabric of his sweats. I look back at his face from beneath my lashes. “How did we get here? When did things change?”
Theo latches on to my wrist and holds my hand steady.
“Nothing changed,” he says in a low voice, his eyes staring intensely into my own.
“I’ve wanted you forever, Hails, since the very first time Addy brought you around when we were all just kids.
You were cute, and shy, and a little bit weird, honestly.
But I wanted you then, and I want you now. ”
All the teasing over the years, all the playful flirting that I thought was just Theo messing with me .
. . It actually meant something, and I’ve been an oblivious idiot this entire time, having written him off as nothing more than Addy’s eye-roll-inducing little brother.
I only needed to spend some time alone with him to realize he’s charming, and helpful, and sweet, and so incredibly hot.
He edges in closer and whispers by my ear, “Are you still off limits, Hailey?”
“I never was,” I say, and crash my lips back to his.
I pull my wrist free from his grip and slide my fingers into his boxers.
As I kiss him, I take his cock in my hand and stroke him gently.
He strains against my palm and he moans into my mouth in a way that sends me feral.
It’s been a while since I was intimate with someone, so I have a lot of pent-up frustration that needs released.
“Yes, just like that, Hails,” Theo grunts, resting his forehead against mine as his shallow breaths warm my face.
Now he’s the one grabbing my clothes. He tears off my shirt, then smoothly unhooks the clasp of my bra.
My breasts fit perfectly in his hands, and his lips trail down the flushed skin of my neck, over my collarbone, until they close around one of my nipples.
I throw my head back with a small moan at his gentle bite.
“Lie down,” he instructs.
I do exactly as I’m told. I expect his body to follow mine, but it doesn’t. Instead, Theo steps off the bed, readjusting his sweatpants, and I watch him nervously. Has he changed his mind?
An involuntary gasp escapes my mouth when he suddenly grabs me by my ankles and physically drags me to the edge of the bed in one swift tug, his bicep muscles bulging.
He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off, removing my panties along with them, leaving me completely bare on the bed in front of him.
I feel so self-conscious all of a sudden. There are too many lights on in here.
“Mmm,” he hums in appreciation. His eyes darken with desire and he drops to his knees at the foot of the bed. Goosebumps flare over my skin when he runs his hands down my legs. “I want to make you feel good, Hails. Can I?”
With my neck craned to look at him from this angle, I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed.
It’s such a heated, intimate moment, and I’m worrying about the practicalities of our sexual health.
“Are you . . . Um . . . Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, you don’t have anything to worry about, but I don’t expect you to take my word for it without showing you my—”
“I take your word for it,” Theo interrupts. “You also don’t have anything to worry about. I was tested last month. I have a copy of my results on my phone. Would you be more comfortable if I showed you them first before we go any further?”
I shake my head with a smile of relief. I hate having this conversation, but apparently it’s only ever assholes I’ve been with previously who roll their eyes and scoff as though I’ve ruined the moment when I’m only trying to protect us both.
But Theo, despite being younger than me, displays that emotional maturity of his once again, and it makes me crave him more.
He never makes me feel uncomfortable. He communicates, and that’s a sparkly, neon green flag in a man if I’ve ever seen one.
“I trust you,” I tell him. “And thank you for not making me feel weird for worrying.”
Theo’s devilish smirk returns. “Thank me in five minutes when I’ve made you come,” he says, and my eyes widen at such words coming from Addy’s brother’s mouth, directed at me. I squeeze my eyes shut and lay my head back. Stop thinking about Addy right now, Hailey, seriously.
Theo pushes my knees apart and I stare up the ceiling as my heart ricochets inside my chest, equal parts excited and terrified.
He kisses my thighs as he guides my legs to rest over his shoulders, and the more he builds the tension, the more desperate for him to touch me I become.
I’m nearly bursting at the seams, feeling him so close yet so far.
“Theo,” I groan.
“Don’t rush an artist,” he says, lips caressing my hip bone.
“Touch me.”
“Touch you like this—” his hand innocently travels the length of my leg “—or like this?” The warmth of his mouth presses against me, his tongue flattening over my clit, and I flinch. I’m so swollen, so sensitive, but finally feeling his wet mouth releases a wave of relief through my entire body.
“Ohh,” I breathe, closing my eyes.
Theo hooks his arms around my thighs to hold me steady.
His tongue teases my clit as he slips a finger inside of me, and I squirm on the bed, fighting the mounting pleasure.
He takes his time as he devours every inch of me with his mouth, licking, sucking, biting.
I stretch a hand down to run my fingers through his hair, but soon I’m pulling lustfully on the ends.
My other hand squeezes my breast, the toying of my nipple adding to the pleasure.
“Can you take more?” Theo asks, and I don’t know what sound I manage to grunt in between my whimpering moans, but he understands it as the intended yes. He pumps two fingers inside of me now, and I steal a glance down at him.
He senses me watching, because his blue eyes dart up to meet mine and he licks his lips. “You don’t have to be shy with me, Hails. What do you like? How can I get you there?”
“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I blurt out in between frantic breaths, and I’m not even shy at this point. I’m wildly desperate for release. “But maybe a little faster with your mouth? And deeper with your fingers.”