Chapter 10 Zara
The rough texture of his stubble grazes the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, sending a pulse of electricity through my body. My breath is unsteady, and I glance down to find his face mere inches from my pussy, his dark eyes locked on me.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Theo. Put your mouth on me.”
A crooked grin stretches across his lips, and he chuckles softly. “Needy girl,” he says, his breath warm against my skin. Without breaking eye contact, he dips his head, planting an audible, wet kiss directly on my clit.
A sharp gasp escapes my lips as his tongue flattens against me, dragging up my center with languid pressure. “Fuck, Lilly,” he groans, vibrating against me. “You’re so fucking sweet.”
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my voice shaking as his mouth drags over me with practiced, filthy perfection. “Fuck, Theo. Yes, just like that.” My hips lift into him, chasing the wicked rhythm of his tongue like I need it to breathe. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
He growls in answer, and the vibration only takes me higher. His tongue flattens against my clit, then flicks, sharp and fast. I cry out, hips jerking. “Fuck, yes! Right there. Keep going.”
I look down again and catch the obscene sight of him between my thighs, mouth devouring me like it’s his favorite meal, eyes focused on mine with dark, hungry heat.
“More,” I pant, desperate now. “Give me your fingers.”
He gives me exactly what I ask for, as two thick fingers slide in deep, curling like he knows exactly where to touch. My back bows. I lose control.
“God, Theo, your mouth…your fucking hands.” My thighs tremble as he finds that perfect spot again and again, his tongue and fingers working in flawless tandem, orchestrating my body’s undoing just for him.
“I’m gonna come,” I choke out. “I’m going to come, Theo.” My hips lift off the mattress as my thighs tighten around his head. Theo doesn’t falter; his movements are insistent, driving me closer and closer until finally, the tension snaps.
Pleasure crashes over me in waves, my body convulsing beneath his touch as I scream his name. My hands clutch at his hair, desperate to hold on as he rides out the storm with me, his head following the erratic movements of my hips, his moan sending vibrations through my core.
“Jesus Christ,” I manage between gasps, my voice shaking with residual pleasure. “I’m still coming. Fuck.”
His dark chuckle drifts up to me as he slows the pace of his tongue, gently drawing me back down from the heights he pushed me to. My hips fall back to the mattress, trembling and weak, while my chest heaves for air.
He presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, teasing, before raising his head, the smirk on his lips undeniable. His gaze pins me in place as his voice, laced with pride, reaches me. “You are absolutely gorgeous when you come. Pleasure looks radiant on you.”
He shifts, sitting back on his heels. My breath catches at the sight of his cock, thick and hard as he wraps his hand around it. Then my eyes catch it. A glint of metal, three small bars below the head of his length.
“You’re pierced?” I ask, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice.
His movements still for a moment, and there’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, just long enough for me to catch. “Yeah, is that okay?” he asks, the vulnerability of the question catching me off guard.
I smile softly, charmed by the rare moment of uncertainty. “Yeah, that’s…great. I’ve just never been with someone who’s pierced.”
The hesitation vanishes, replaced by a confident grin that sets my skin alight. “I promise you’ll enjoy it,” he says, standing and leaving the mattress.
Curiosity ignites inside me, a desire to feel every part of him, to understand just how much I’ll enjoy it.
As he walks to the dresser, I place my feet on the floor, and my eyes trace his body.
Defined shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, his back muscles rippling as he leans to retrieve something from his toiletry bag.
The firm lines of his ass confirm he’s carved from a world I’ve never known, a world of unapologetic masculinity.
When he turns back, condom in hand, I’m standing by the bed, transfixed. My eyes trail over him without a hint of shame, and he catches me, lips curling into a cocky grin. “Like what you see?” he teases.
I arch a brow but let a hint of a smile escape. “Yeah. I do.”
Closing the space between us, my heart pounds as his gaze follows every step I take.
When I reach him, I sink to my knees, and his expression shifts.
Heat flickering in those dark, penetrating eyes.
I wrap my hand around his length, feeling the warmth and hardness under my palm, the cool metal of the bars sliding against my thumb as I stroke him.
“I want to taste you.” I gaze up at him.
His chest rises sharply, and a groan escapes him.
“Fuck, Lilly. You look so goddamn pretty like that. On your knees, looking up at me. Hungry for it. I do want to fuck that sweet little mouth—” His voice makes my stomach flip, but just as I settle into the moment, he surprises me. “But I don’t want you like this.”
His hand cups my jaw gently, thumb grazing my skin while he urges me to stand.
When our mouths meet again, the kiss is deep and unhurried.
My body melts into him, fingers pressing lightly against the smattering of hair on his chest. Heat builds between us, electricity snapping through every synapse until it feels like the chemistry might combust.
When he pulls back, his hand slides to my neck, his grip firm yet commanding.
His voice, soft but brimming with authority, has my entire body on edge.
“I want you on your back,” he says. “Spread out on my bed, thighs wide. I want you to hang your head off the edge because I’m going to fuck this pretty little throat while every inch of you is mine to admire. ”
The air seems to leave the room as my mind goes blank with want. I nod, unable to form words, his commanding tone sweeping away any common sense. He tosses the condom onto the bed before lightly gripping my waist, guiding me toward the mattress.
Without hesitation, I crawl onto the soft surface, letting his words guide me like a spell cast directly into my bloodstream. My shoulders edge toward the side of the bed, my head tilting back naturally to hang over the edge.
When he steps forward, the primal hunger in his expression sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes rake over me, and his tongue sweeps over his lower lip. “God, you’re perfect,” he praises, his tone reverent. “You listen so fucking well.”
I watch his hand around the base of his cock, my body alive with anticipation. When he steps close, the head of his cock presses against my lips.
“My good girl, now open that pretty little mouth,” he commands.
My eyes flutter closed, my lips parting, as I surrender to it, completely under his control.