Chapter 26 #2
A breathy yes drifts from her lips, and she fumbles with the button on my shorts. I pull back in a daze, watching her work. The zipper buzzes and she tugs the fly open and when she palms me through my briefs, heat curls down my spine.
I reward her by pulling the lace to the side and sliding two fingers into her center.
She cries out, clenching around me as I pump them and move my thumb over her clit.
The rain picks up on the other side of the door, providing a low, drumming soundtrack to complement the sounds of pleasure rolling through the closet.
With quick movements, she tugs down my waistband and fists my cock firmly in her warm hand. My mind goes utterly blank. I feel myself swell in her grip.
“Fuck.” My forehead falls to the cool metal door, my fingers pausing inside her because I can’t think straight.
“You okay?” she teases, rolling her thumb over the bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. I’m dizzy. You feel so fucking good.”
Her laughter is a gust of air against my throat. “I need you to move again, though,” she says squirming against my hand, searching for friction.
I bring my lips to hers and murmur against them, “This was supposed to be your punishment.”
“Then do it,” she orders, tightening her fist around me. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Theo.”
The way she taunts me is my awakening. I thrust my fingers and curl them the way she likes, and I’m rewarded when she tips her head back. Eyes to the ceiling, she moans in that husky, sweet voice.
Gripping her wrist gently with my free hand, I pull her away from my cock and lift her palm between us. “Spit on it, sweetheart,” I tell her.
Lust dances through her eyes as she watches me and dips her chin, spitting into the center of her palm.
A thrum of pleasure pounds through me. “That’s my girl.” My gritty voice is unrecognizable to my own ears.
Fable’s lashes flutter against her cheeks, and she lowers her hand, sliding her palm against me. She grips me so confidently, firm and sure of herself, like she knows exactly how I need it.
The truth is, she could do anything, and it would ruin me completely because it’s her.
My breath goes ragged as she slides and twists, slides and twists. “Look what you do to me, Fable,” I whisper, both of us watching her hand move up and down my length. “You make such a mess of me.”
Her laugh curls into a moan. “I’d say we’re both pretty messy right now,” she points out, trying to blow her hair out of her face.
We’re muddy and mist-soaked, making this moment feel primal. Desperate. Consuming.
Her core flutters around my fingers, and I let myself grind harder into her grip. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Yes. It feels”—she moans—“so good.”
Face to her throat, I breathe her in, getting a faint hint of sweat and soap and dirt, and I’ve never smelled anything more perfect. My grin curves against her pulse. “Should I stop? Punish you for teasing me?” I move my thumb away and she makes a hiccuping sound.
“No. Please.” Her whole body trembles. “You can punish me after. I need it.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” she slurs.
I pull back to watch her, moving my thumb firmly over her clit and curling my fingers inside her.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded and hazy, her lips parted in pleasure, and then she’s calling out my name, clenching around my fingers, tightening her fist around me, clawing at my shirt.
She shudders against the door, and I kiss her fiercely, needing to feel every bit of pleasure that leaves her body.
As she catches her breath, a ghost of a smile tugs her mouth. Her gaze lifts to mine as I pull my fingers out and suck them into my mouth. I lick them clean, savoring her taste. Her grip tightens around my cock, pumping me again, but I drag her away.
She watches me strip out of my damp shirt and place it on the ground between us. Hazel eyes rove over my body, and I let her look her fill. Then I grab her chin and tip her head back to murmur, “On your knees, sweetheart.”
There’s unbridled heat in her expression as she follows my orders and drops to the ground. She blinks up innocently, tugging my shorts down farther, and I’m already unraveling.
I scour her features, devouring every fucking detail of her.
“You look so pretty,” I rasp, pushing a few strands of hair away from her face.
“All dreamy eyes and flushed cheeks from coming on my fingers.” Those soft pink lips are only centimeters away from where I want them, practically taunting me.
I smooth a hand over her cheek, fisting myself with the other. “You want to taste me, Fable?”
Her only response to my question is to open her mouth and stick her tongue out flat, waiting for me to snap.
“That’s perfect. Just like that. I want to see some tears in those fiery eyes. Got it?” My nerves skitter as she slides her tongue over me, teasing me.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispers, and my knees buckle. She stares up my body and takes the tip into her warm mouth. A low hum of pleasure vibrates around me, and I’m not sure if it’s from me or her or both.
“That’s it.” I groan. “It doesn’t matter what you do—” I choke on my words when her nails dig into my thigh. “Yeah. I like all that. I like everything.”
Her lashes fall as she slides me a little farther into her mouth.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” I grab her ponytail and tilt her head back. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. Let me see those hazel eyes while you take me down your throat.”
That gaze holds a little snarky defiance when it meets mine again, but that’s perfect. Exactly what I want. I’m a riot of sensations, electricity sparking in my veins and pulsing in my spine.
Her fingers flex on my thighs as she works me all the way to the back of her throat. My legs threaten to give out, so I press one hand on the door to hold myself up while the other cradles her cheek. “You’re doing so fucking good, Fable.”
She slides back, swirls her tongue over the tip, and then pushes forward again, and I’m crumbling rapidly. My hand fumbles to her ponytail, twisting her hair around my fist, like it has a mind of its own. I’m shaking with the effort of holding myself back from fucking her hot mouth.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she pulls away enough to whisper, “Do it. I can take it.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to argue before her mouth is on me again, and she’s reaching behind her head to show me what she wants. And what she wants is for me to be rougher. More desperate. More greedy.
Her eyes hold a hunger I’ll never forget as she tilts her head back and I tentatively thrust farther. “You like that?” I grit out. “When I’m so desperate for you I can’t control myself?”
She hums in pleasure as I slide back in, harder this time. One hand to her cheek and one gripping her hair, I hold her still, savoring the way her lips circle me and her cheeks hollow out with every pull.
Her nails dig crescents into my hips, but the little burst of pain only spurs me to thrust harder.
When tears drip from the corners of her eyes and run down her temples, I come undone.
Pressure ricochets through my bones and zips up my spine.
I groan her name, holding myself still, watching her blink rapidly as I pulse down her throat.
She takes it all so perfectly, and when I pull away, her lips close with a smug smirk. Her throat bobs on a heavy swallow.
“Fucking hell, Fable,” I manage, voice hoarse as I devour every detail of her appearance. She’s disheveled in the most erotic way—hair mussed and clothes askew, a drop of my cum on the corner of her lips.
I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life.
I reach out to slide my thumb over the drop and she sticks out her tongue to catch it.
“Fable Oaks, you greedy girl,” I murmur, watching her lick it off.
“Come here.” I pull her up and collapse back against the door, tugging her with me until our bodies are pressed together.
I’m delirious and blissed-out and don’t want to stop touching her.
“Come home with me. I’ll clean you up. Put you in my clothes. Cook you dinner. Tuck you into my bed.”
“Can’t,” she says, pressing a quick kiss to my lips then stepping away.
“And why’s that?” I ask, pulling my shorts back into place and grabbing my shirt.
She opens the door and walks out into the drizzling rain, squinting back at me. “Promised Logan I’d help him inventory some things tonight.”
I follow her and lock the door behind us. “Funny, he didn’t mention that when I talked to him earlier.”
“What—” She starts, but I grab her hand and run toward our vehicles.
When we reach her Bronco, it takes her a couple tries to get the door open, but when she finally does, she tumbles inside and looks back at me. Rain sluices down my face as she asks, “What did you need to talk to him about?”
“Mmm. That’s a secret,” I tell her. “Just be ready at eight tomorrow morning.”
She lets out an annoyed sound—something between a scoff and a whine. “For what?”
“You need an overnight bag!” I say before shutting her door and jogging around my truck.
Through the window, I see her throw her arms up and shout something to me, but I just wink, and that pisses her off so much that she throws her vehicle into gear and pulls out of the parking spot.
A few minutes later, I get a string of quick texts.
Fable: Where are we going?
Fable: And why?
Fable: No sleepovers, remember??
Fable: Theo. Answer me.
Theo: New phone, who dis?
Fable: ??