Chapter 16 #2
“No. I don’t. Don’t list them.” I lean in closer, my lips a brush away from his. “Just one more kiss. That’s all we need.”
“Just a kiss. Nothing more. Promise?”
“Oh, Theo.” I press my chest to his. “I can’t promise that. Can you?”
Neither of us moves to close the space. He breathes, and I feel each of his ragged breaths, goose bumps forming across my flesh. I tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him closer. His fingers dig into my skin, harder, rough enough to bruise me—to claim me as his.
One good kiss, without him running away, is all I need. I think it will cure me. I can get through the rest of the trip without a problem if he can devour me once.
His eyes finally shut. He groans, such a soft sound, before crushing my mouth with his. My fingers weave tighter, and I moan, my hips rocking in a search for friction.
It’s a kiss. Just a kiss.
Only a kiss, but his thumbs dig into my inner thigh, and I nearly come from the slightest touch. His teeth drag along my lower lip like he’s claiming me, and I don’t bother stifling the moan that comes next.
“Touch me,” I whisper. “Please. I need you to feel what you do to me.”
“You said a kiss.” His words ring out like a growled warning, but his actions don’t match. He pushes his hips into me, letting me feel his stiff cock between my legs. “Now you’re asking for more. Greedy girl.”
I gasp. “But I asked so nicely. Do I not deserve a reward for my good manners?”
“I suppose you do.” His fingers move closer, dangerously close to where I’m already wet and throbbing.
That feeling grows with each touch. Finally, his calloused fingers slip under my skirt, brushing over my damp underwear.
He applies pressure right there, through the fabric. Desire twists in the core of my being.
I pull his hair, forcing his head up, and attach my lips to his neck.
“You want to mark me, don’t you?” He chuckles darkly. “Make me yours?”
A shiver runs up my spine. “Yes. That is what I want.” Even though I didn’t realize it until exactly this moment.
“You can’t. Not now. But I am—I am yours.” He pushes into me again, punctuating the sentiment with a reminder. I’m the one who makes him need more, the one who made his walls crumble. That was me.
I press my lips softly to his neck, carefully, sucking for a moment—enough to make him groan. I am greedy, but only for him.
We swiftly remove my underwear, and he shoves them into his pocket, wasting no time to search me out again. His fingers graze over my folds—not a real touch, still teasing. “Evie. You’re so wet…”
The words are devastating, blame dripping from him like thick icing. He doesn’t say it, but I can feel it—how can I do this to him? How can I make him need me like this?
The gut-punch of shame never comes.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” I say against the sensitive skin of his neck. “Wanting this. Needing it.”
“Tell me what you need.” He rubs circles around my clit, already making me dizzy. “I want to hear it.”
“Will you give it to me if I do?” My voice trembles. My thighs do, too.
“I can’t…” He sighs. “I shouldn’t even be doing this.”
What he should do doesn’t stop him. Theo slips his fingers inside, his thumb brushing over my clit, and I whine into his neck.
My back arches, and I rock against his fingers. “I wanted you to fill me—just like this.”
“That’s all?” He chuckles, pushing deeper. “You didn’t want me to fill you with my cock?”
“Well—”
He circles my clit harder, and I lose the ability to speak. Yes. Of course, that’s what I want, but it feels like I’m asking for too much. For him to push into me, stretch me, and pump me with his hot cum…
I don’t dare think of it, even now that I can feel how hard he is for me. Theo wants me. He wants this, too.
“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “I like you like this, shaking on top of me. You’ll come all over my fingers, won’t you? That’s what I want, Evie. I need it.”
Each of his words grows higher, and by the end, he’s whimpering—all for me.
I can’t think straight.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you come. You’ve been so good for me.” He thrusts his fingers deeper. “You work so hard, and you deserve to relax. That’s all I’m doing. I’m helping you relax, right?’
“Yes.” I pull back to look him in the eye, my forehead pressed against his. “That’s all.”
His lips press to mine, soft and sweet. “You’re so beautiful. So tight around my fingers.”
I moan and grind against him, wordlessly chasing my release.
“That’s right. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy clenching for me.” He grunts. “You wish you were taking my cock, don’t you? Wish I could come in you? Make you feel how much I need you? Make you mine?”
My response is a wordless, garbled mess of moans.
“Your words, Evie.” He holds my face, squeezing my cheeks in his strong, calloused fingers. “Use your words. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes. Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
The honorific comes without a second thought. It makes sense. Darkness flashes in his eyes, and I know it was the right thing to say.
“That’s my good girl.” He rubs his thumb harder against my clit, his fingers curling. “Come for me right now. Let go. I know you’re close. Soak my fingers, baby girl.”
I’m seconds from losing it. Theo doesn’t even have to tell me to finish, but his voice pushes me to the edge. My body shakes and goes limp. Pleasure bursts and unfurls, blossoming in the pit of my stomach. I collapse against him, whining and whimpering as his lips search for mine.
His free hand rubs my back as if he’s comforting me. He kisses me hard, swallowing each breathy moan.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers.
My mind is too foggy to worry about what we should and should not be doing. I want him. “You should. I need it. Need you. Need more.”
My hands move to his waistband, but he shakes his head, pushing them away. “No more, Evie. Not tonight. This was for you.”
“But—”
He’s still hard beneath me. Most men wouldn’t deny what comes next, but he does.
My heart races. I breathe slowly, trying to collect my thoughts. I need to understand where he is and what he’s thinking, but Theo will never cease to confuse me.
“Okay,” I murmur. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is.” He smiles softly, brushing my hair over my shoulder. “Do you want to stay on my lap until the movie ends? Would that make you feel better?”
“I…” I laugh softly. “Maybe.”
But I don’t know if it will. How can I ever feel better, knowing what he feels like, sounds like… and how his massive bulge feels pressed right between my legs?
The worst part is knowing he’ll never give himself up to me. Even now, when he turns me around and lets me rest on his lap, with me still wet between my thighs, there’s a wall between us.
I struggle to focus on the movie.
There has to be something—anything to make him as imperfect as everyone else I’ve pushed away.
But no. There’s nothing. Not a single ick. He washes his own laundry, and he dresses well. Even his socks are overpriced. He knows how to cook, and he has a thriving career. Theo is passionate and empathetic, but he still has such a good sense of humor, and…
Oh no. I’m falling for him, aren’t I?
I know what his imperfection is. The one thing that is wrong with this man is that he is the one pushing me away.
THEO
It’s a wonder I didn’t come right there with her—that I can hold off until I’m alone in my room. Desire has been replaced with an ache. Sitting through the movie with her so close was an hour and a half of torture.
I don’t want to come, even now. It’s wrong, and I’m riddled with guilt as I lift her underwear to my face and inhale deeply. Her sweet scent. Her arousal—all because of me. They’re still damp, and I run my tongue over the crotch of the underwear, groaning at the taste.
Fuck. I need to return these; I can’t believe I forgot, and now…
I’m hard again—of course, I am. I’ll probably live the rest of my life rock hard, thinking about how her pussy clenched around my fingers and how her face contorted with pleasure.
If I keep putting my pleasure off, it’s going to give me a stomachache. My heart already aches. I want to taste her and be inside her. I want to be on top of her. I want to hear her whimpering in my ear, calling me sir.
Fuck. I’m a bad person.
There’s only a wall separating us, and it’s too much. I need her. I can’t have her. This will have to do.
Still gripping her used underwear, I wrap my hand around my cock, already hard, straining, painful. I need release, even if I don’t deserve it. Or maybe I do. I made her come, and that must make me worthy of pleasure, too.
No. It doesn’t. I’m pathetic, jerking off into her underwear. What would she say if she could see me now, a whimpering mess?
I bite my lip to stifle the sounds. This won’t last long. This is the hand that was touching her. I still remember how she sounded—soft mewls and whimpers as I finger-fucked her into oblivion. She’s on the other side of the wall. Can she hear me? Is she thinking of me? Is she still wet?
One touch wasn’t enough. One kiss wasn’t. We were foolish for thinking it was. I spill into her underwear, making a mess, and I already know I need more.
She does, too. Evie was needy all night, wiggling on top of me, still wet between her legs when I sent her to bed. She’s too good to argue and beg for me, no matter how much I want to hear her whimpering out those soft pleas.
How can we stop now?