Chapter Two #2
“Been thinking about this since I got the delay text,” he murmured against my mouth. “About how wet you got for me last time. About the sounds you made when I had my fingers in you.”
I answered by reaching for his belt. He let me. The leather gave, the zipper followed, and then my hand was inside his boxers, wrapping around the thick, hot length of him. Theo groaned low in his throat and pushed into my grip.
“Fuck, Missy—”
He shoved my leggings and underwear down in one rough motion until they were stretched mid-thigh. Cool air hit my bare skin for half a second before his hand was there, palm cupping me, middle finger sliding through the slickness he found.
“Christ. You’re soaked.” His voice was rough. “This all from work stress?”
I didn’t answer. I just stroked him harder, twisting my wrist the way I remembered he liked.
Theo’s forehead dropped to mine. He pushed two fingers inside me without warning and curled them, rubbing exactly where I needed it.
My knees threatened to buckle. He pinned me harder to the wall with his hips and kept working me, thumb circling my clit in tight, relentless strokes while his fingers pumped.
“I want you to come on my hand first,” he whispered. “Then I’m going to put my mouth on you until you do it again. And if we’re quiet enough, maybe I’ll even get my cock in you before he finishes that shower.”
The words alone almost finished me. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from making noise.
Theo’s fingers moved faster, deeper, the wet sound of what he was doing to me obscenely loud in the quiet hallway.
My orgasm hit hard and sudden. My walls clamped around his fingers, and a broken, muffled sound escaped against his shirt.
He kept rubbing me through it, drawing every pulse out until my legs were shaking.
The second I started to come down, he dropped to his knees.
He dragged my leggings the rest of the way off one ankle, hooked my thigh over his shoulder, and put his mouth on me like he was starving.
The first long, flat stroke of his tongue made my head fall back against the wall.
He licked through my slit, sucked my clit between his lips, and pushed his tongue inside me in filthy, rhythmic thrusts.
One of his hands held my hip open; the other reached up to cover my mouth when I started to make too much noise.
My thighs trembled around his head as he buried his tongue inside me. My hand fisted in his hair, but Theo didn’t stop until I was twitching and oversensitive. Only then did he stand, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and kiss me so I could taste myself on his tongue.
“Still stressed?” he asked, voice wrecked.
“Less,” I managed.
He spun me around to face the wall, pulled my hips back, and notched the head of his cock against me. “Good. Because I’m not done relaxing you.”
He pushed in with one slow, deep thrust that stole the air from my lungs.
I was so wet there was almost no resistance, just the thick stretch of him filling me completely.
Theo’s forehead dropped to the back of my shoulder.
He stayed buried for a second, breathing hard, then started to move—long, hard strokes that rocked me forward against the wall.
One hand reached around to rub my clit again. The other braced beside my head.
“You feel even better than I remembered,” he gritted out. “So fucking tight. So wet for me.”
I pushed back to meet every thrust. The hallway was dark and narrow, and the risk of Julian stepping out at any second only made it hotter.
Theo’s pace picked up. The sound of skin against skin filled the small space.
He reached down, grabbed the back of my knee, and hiked my leg higher so he could get even deeper.
The new angle made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Come for me again,” he ordered against my ear. “I want to feel it while I’m inside you.”
His fingers worked my clit in tight circles. My body clamped down around his cock as I desperately chased my release. My breathing heavied as I got close, a moan escaping my throat.
Theo covered my mouth with his hand, muffling my gasps as the orgasm crashed through me like a rolling wave. He followed with a low, broken groan, burying himself to the hilt and coming in long, hot pulses.
We stayed locked together for several seconds, both of us trying to catch our breath without making noise. The shower was still running, but it wouldn’t be for long.
Theo eventually pulled out, turned me around, and kissed me slowly and deeply while we fixed our clothes with unsteady hands. He rested his forehead against mine.
“We’re not done,” he said quietly. “Not even close.”
The water shut off.
By the time Julian came out in a towel, his hair damp and water still beading on his chest, Theo and I were back on the sectional with fresh glasses of water, trying to look like nothing had happened in the hallway.
Julian’s gaze moved between us, taking in my flushed cheeks, the faint mark on Theo’s shoulder where I had bitten him, and the thick tension still in the air—something dark and knowing settled in his expression.
He didn’t say a word.
He simply sat down, stretched out his long legs, and looked at me like he was already deciding how he planned to take his turn.