Theo #2
God, she smelled so good—fresh, like the cool air outside, sweet from her perfume, spicy from the whiskey on her breath, and something indescribable that was entirely her .
I brushed my lips against her cheek, over her jaw, up to her ear. “If I take you to my bedroom, Red, I’m going to fuck you. Is that what you want?”
I felt her shudder, watched goosebumps ripple down her arms in a sudden wave. Her eyes lifted to mine.
“ Yes .”
I didn’t need to hear anything other than that. In one swift motion, I lifted her over my shoulder, and she let out a loud scream, her body going rigid.
“Theo!” she cried, gripping my hips as I strode through the house. “Put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself!”
I brought my hand down on her ass, making her shout again. “Worry about yourself, Red.”
“Theo—”
I ignored her as I took the stairs up two at a time, mostly to show off. She kept herself stiff, like she was afraid to move. So I let my hand roam over her thighs, up to her ass, groping and cupping, trying to make her relax.
This time when she said my name, it was breathier, almost a moan.
I shoved my bedroom door open and tossed her onto the bed, watching as she bounced on the mattress. Her face was flushed, hair wild, eyes wide. For a moment, all we did was stare at each other. Then her gaze drifted around the room, taking everything in.
“It’s bigger than I thought,” she murmured, and I smirked. “Your room.”
I laughed as I laid on the bed beside her, propping my head on one hand, the other trailing lightly over her body. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, but she tried to ignore me, tried to focus on the minimal decor in the bedroom.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips lightly to her neck, and she tipped her head to the side. My cock hardened in my pants, and I pressed my hips forward, grinding against her thigh. A moan slipped from her lips as she relaxed into the bed.
I rolled on top of her, my lips moving up her neck, over her jaw before finding her lips. Immediately, she opened for me, letting my tongue explore her mouth. Bunching the fabric of her dress, I tugged her legs apart and settled between them, letting her feel how fucking hard I was for her.
My hand trailed down her body, resting on her breast. Her nipple was hard against my palm, and I squeezed harder, the way she did in the video. She cried out, her head falling back against the mattress.
“ Fuck ,” I groaned, watching as she shifted her head from one side to the other. “How do I get this off?” I tugged on the thin strap of her dress, and she gently batted my hands away.
Rolling onto her stomach, she looked at me over her shoulder. “Zipper,” she breathed, and I immediately dragged it down her back, exposing her skin inch by inch.
I pulled her dress off completely, finding her without a bra and in that thong she always teased me with. It was red and stark against her creamy skin. She lifted her hips as I pulled the flimsy fabric down her full thighs.
“I’ll forgive you for wearing these,” I muttered, holding her panties up, and she laughed breathily.
“How do you want me?” she asked, pushing herself onto her knees, keeping her shoulders pressed into the bed. I leaned back for a moment, just staring at her perfect pink pussy, already glistening and begging to be stretched. At her perfect body, laid out before me.
She was built like a Greek goddess, all soft and curvy, with hills and valleys I wanted to trace with my tongue. Freckles dotted her pale skin like little light brown pinpricks.
“On your back.” Slowly, she rolled onto her back once more, keeping her knees together. Her eyes were hooded as she stared back at me, as if waiting for the next instruction. “Legs open, Red. Let me see you.”
A shy smile spread across her face as she spread her thighs. I dragged my hands up her inner thighs, eyes on her cunt. Laying between her legs, I peppered kisses over her heated skin, smiling at each of her gasps.
“ Theo ,” she breathed, her hand moving to the top of my head. I flicked my gaze to her.
“What’s your safe word?” I asked, and her eyes widened.
“Do I need one?”
“You always need one.”
Her entire body flushed the color of her hair. “I don’t—I don’t know.”
“How about pineapple? There’s no reason for either of us to say that during sex.” A smile spread across her face as she nodded.
“So, I just say pineapple and everything ends?”
“Immediately.” I nodded a few times. “Is that okay with you?”
“I’ve never had a safe word before,” she said, and I grinned.
“First time for everything.” I dropped my mouth back to her thighs, and gently sunk my teeth into her sensitive flesh. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and I stopped. “Put your hands behind your head and don’t move them until I tell you to.”
“Really?” she breathed, but I just stared at her, waiting to see if she’d do it or not. Finally, she locked her fingers behind her head, her chest rising and falling quicker.
“That’s my good, good girl,” I murmured, gently kissing her thigh again. I trailed higher and higher. “You’re so wet for me, baby. Do you like me between your legs?”
“Oh, my god.” She let out a long breath as she nodded.
“That’s not an answer.”
She bit her lip before breathlessly saying, “I like it.”
“I like it, too.”
I pressed a kiss to her pussy, smiling at her sharp inhale, then dragged my tongue over her, groaning at her taste. My lips wrapped around her swollen clit, and I sucked on her until her back arched off the bed.
“Oh, fuck ,” she cried, her thighs trembling.
Slowly, I slid two fingers inside her, my gaze on her face as she writhed against the bed. She spread her legs apart more, letting me deeper. I curled them as my tongue lapped against her unrelentingly.
I ground my hips into the bed, my achingly hard cock needing relief. “Play with your tits,” I mumbled against her cunt.
Her arms shook as she lowered her hands to her breasts and roughly pinched her nipples. A moan ripped from her lips, her body tightening until her legs snapped straight.
“I’m coming!” she cried.
I groaned as she tightened around my fingers, and all I could think about was how amazing she was going to feel rippling around my cock soon.
Her thighs shook as if she were fighting to keep them open, but I almost wanted her to snap them around my head, keep me pressed against her cunt until she was fully sated—until we both were.
Finally, her body relaxed, her chest heaving with every breath. Slowly, I pulled away, wiping my mouth with my palm before kissing up her body. Her eyes fluttered open, a gasp spilling out as I wrapped my lips around her peaked nipple, gently sucking and licking.
“That felt so good,” she murmured, running her fingers through my hair, tugging lightly on the ends. “Thank you.”
I grinned as I kissed my way to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. “So polite.” She pulled my hair a little harder, rolling her eyes.
“I was going to say it’s your turn, but…”
I chuckled, trailing my lips up her chest to her throat, her jaw, her lips.
“You want to suck my cock again?” I murmured, and she nodded, gently pressing my shoulder.
I rolled onto my back, letting her straddle me.
She rested her hands on my chest, her bare pussy pressing against the bulge in my pants.
“I want you to do what we’ve talked about,” she said quietly. My hands fell to her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“What?”
A blush settled on her cheeks, gaze dropping to her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. “You’ve been talking about tying me up. I want you to do it.”
My throat tightened, and sweat gathered on my palms. “What?” I repeated, my voice choked. I pushed up onto my elbows, and her eyes met mine.
“I can’t stop thinking about everything you’ve said.” A mix of embarrassment and confusion filled her face. “Unless you weren’t serious.” She shook her head, brows bunching. “It was just something you were saying, right? Something hot?”
“No.” I cleared my throat, my chest rising with a deep breath. “I’ve never done it before. I want to—god, I’ve always wanted to.” She didn’t understand. I didn’t understand. “I’ve only ever had one-night stands, Brynne. There’s never been the trust you need to do something like that.”
She twisted her lips to the side. “I trust you,” she whispered.
Something thick settled in my throat, choking me. She’d never said that before. She’d never looked at me like that before.
“You trust me,” I repeated, and she nodded.
“Do you trust me?”
“Without a doubt,” I said, no hesitation at all. I trusted her.
I loved her .
The word slammed through me, reverberating like a bell. I loved Brynne. A part of me thought I always had—a small part that I didn’t know even existed. But now that I felt it, acknowledged it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Couldn’t stop feeling it.
“Then do it,” she whispered, her fingertips running over my bare chest. “Tie me up. Use me how you want.”
Brynne was right where I told her to be when I left the bedroom—on her knees in the center of the room, naked. Honestly, I was surprised she was still there. That she’d done it at all.
But there she was, hands behind her back, tits pushed out, thighs slightly spread.
She looked incredible.
A dense ball of nervous excitement sat heavily in my stomach as I clicked the door shut. Brynne glanced over her shoulder at me, brows bunching at the keys in my hand.
“What are those for?” she asked. Metal clinked together as I shifted them in my palm.
“Your mouth is going to be full, so you can’t say your safe word. But if it's too much, drop the keys and I’ll stop.”
“Is that really necessary?” She let out a breathy laugh, gaze fixed on the keys.
I stopped in front of her and cupped her chin in my palm. Stroking my thumb over her cheek, her pupils dilated. “I won’t be gentle, baby. So, yes, it’s necessary so I don’t hurt or scare you.” She melted into my touch, her face softening. “Are you nervous?”