Chapter 9 #2
I grunted with the force of Theo’s lips on mine.
Their hands threaded through my hair, holding me close—like I’d want to be anywhere else.
They kissed like they’d never get the chance again—hungry and desperate.
Salt hit my lips, tinging the kiss with the taste of our tears.
Theo’s tongue didn’t even ask permission, slipping into my mouth like it had every right to do so.
A piercing knocked against my teeth and dragged against my own tongue.
Lust tightened my core, leaving me wondering what that piercing would feel like elsewhere.
Theo’s kiss lit up fireworks inside me. Loud, bright crackles and pops of desire thrummed through my system.
And when I parted to take a breath, I realized that I hadn’t imagined the fireworks. Bright bursts of color flickered across the night sky. Reds, pinks, blues, all raining down on the camp beneath.
My hands lifted to cup Theo’s cheeks and hold them against me.
Dampness hit my thumbs, more tears pouring from their eyes.
My own fell to join them. Fuck, they still tasted exactly how I remembered.
They tasted like a warm summer night, like chocolate and marshmallows all wrapped up with sea salt and coconut.
I whimpered and hauled myself closer. When that wasn’t enough, I eased them onto their back and straddled their lap. “I missed you,” I cried through desperate attempts to take in a breath. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“Shea.” It was a quiet breath, a single plea. “Please let me—”
“Yes.” I stole another kiss, burning lungs be damned. I needed more of them. I needed them to consume me until all the memories, all the pain of the last ten years cowered in their wake. “Whatever you want. Take it, Theo. Take me.”
Theo moaned and rose up, flipping me onto my back.
The breath burst from my lungs, smothered by the ongoing sounds of the fireworks above.
I hauled them in for another kiss, slowing things down.
My tongue eased into their mouth, my body arching against theirs, needing to feel every part of them.
They held themself up with one hand, the other expertly finessing my belt and jeans open.
They plunged their hand into my pants and past the fluffy hem of the training underwear, finding my T-dick and giving it a few firm strokes.
Slick heat dampened Theo’s hand and I shuddered, moaning into their mouth. “Da,” I whimpered.
Theo smiled against my lips. “I know, baby. Let me take care of it. Let me hear you.”
Warm mouth against my neck, Theo slid and kissed their way down my body.
A cry clawed up from deep in my chest, barely masked by the crackles and pops overhead.
Theo lifted my shirt, first brushing that shitty tattoo with their thumb before sucking a bruise to the sensitive skin.
Heat rose to the surface, warming under their tongue.
There’d be a mark for sure, but I didn’t care.
Theo could mark me up any way they wanted.
My breath came in quick pants. Their hands curled around my hips, slipped into my jeans to pull them down my thighs.
They worked fast, hauling my underwear down and putting their mouth to me.
It was hot and wet, tongue latching onto my T-dick like a lollipop.
Theo hummed, vibrations traveling through the sensitive skin.
I was already on edge. It never took much with them, but so many years apart had been like being on a train that never reached the station.
I’d never known pleasure like that. Sparks zapped across my skin, dancing from nerve ending to nerve ending and culminating in a knot of desire low in my belly, wound so tight that it was ready to snap.
Theo knelt between my legs, licking from my T-dick down to my entrance and back again, lapping up every taste of me they could get.
My eyes fluttered shut, fingers spearing through their hair to hold them in place.
They were exactly what I needed. Every instance over the last ten years where I’d felt like something was missing, it was Theo.
It was always Theo.
They were the one who knew to lift my leg over their shoulder, providing the perfect angle to grind against their face.
They knew the trigger spot on my hip that would send a bolt of lust straight to my crotch.
And it seemed like my bottom growth aroused them.
Theo sucked until my dick was engorged, then licked the oversensitive bundle of nerves to yank me away from the edge before I could find release, humming the entire way like they were consuming their last meal.
Then they would back off, leaving me crying and arching my hips toward their mouth for more. Both of my hands were in their hair now, latching onto thick fistfuls of their rosy waves, scratching at their scalp and giving them quiet mewls of wordless praise.
“You’re perfect, Shea,” they murmured against my skin, dragging wet lips across my thighs and back to my dick. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
My only response was a hoarse cry, my orgasm just out of reach. “Da, please. Th-Theo…”
“God, keep saying my name like that, Shea.”
Theo slipped two fingers inside me and curled them, combining the move with a firm suck that brought tears to my eyes. I was so close. “Theo…” I panted. Words were nearly impossible. My hips rocked against their mouth, chasing that release that was so close, yet so far away.
I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—until they said so. Even after all the time, my body knew who was in charge.
My begs and whimpers reduced to nothing more than senseless babbling. They stopped licking, sucking my T-dick into their mouth and nearly pulling my orgasm right out of me. “Theo!”
They laughed and released me with a pop. “That’s it, boy. Tell me who you belong to.”