Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Theo
Waiting for night to come was pure torture. If I hadn't had this planned for days, I would have said to hell with it and thrown Shea down on the first flat surface I could find and fucked him until he couldn't walk.
But my boy was a romantic, and I was going to wine and dine him before I made him see the stars.
When dinnertime came, I packed up our food and took it outside, spreading a blanket over the grass just beyond the back porch. Cujo was more than interested, but once I opened the door to his room and put his favorite show on the TV, he took it as a sign for an early bedtime.
Yes, my dog had his own room.
With his own TV.
Shut up.
The sun set at an agonizing pace. Once the deep reds and oranges of twilight had washed over the sky and cast a warm glow over the backyard, I finally led Shea outside.
I’d invited Sophie to join us for dinner, but she only winked and accepted the offered bottle of rosé before retreating to her suite for the evening.
I found Shea in the living room, relaxed on the couch like he owned the place. Frankly, he did.
He already had my heart—why not my house too?
He watched the empty fireplace, and I found myself anxious for the first cool night where we could lay in front of it with nothing but the heat from the flame and our own bodies keeping us warm.
I rounded the front of the couch, barely giving him a chance to register my presence before I straddled his lap.
"Hi," he murmured, hands falling to my hips, his voice turning into a low groan with my mouth on his.
His jaw dropped, and our tongues tangled briefly before he pulled back, licking a drop of my saliva off his lips.
"I've got a surprise for you."
His eyes brightened. "Oh?"
"Mhm… but I need you to do something for me." I mouthed over his cheek, ducking just out of reach when he tried to claim my mouth again.
"What's what?" he breathed, voice quivering with impatience. His hips rocked up, grinding against mine.
"Go find it." Shea reared his head back, brows furrowed.
My hands fell to his, lifting them until I pinned his wrists against the couch.
I rocked my hips downward, letting him feel the arousal seeping through my clothes.
"You've found me after all these years. Go look for what I left for you, and let me be the one to find you this time. "
Shea shuddered, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.
My eyes dropped to track the motion, watching the skin redden beneath the pressure.
I dropped one of his hands, swiping my thumb across his bottom lip to feel the heat radiating from him.
"Can you do that for me, baby?" My voice was thick with desire, and I was close to losing all control.
My hips wriggled over his, clit pulsing with every heavy thump of my heart.
Shea's tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping across his swollen bottom lip and the pad of my thumb. Locking eyes with me, he nodded. "Yes, Da."
It took every ounce of strength in my body, but I peeled myself away from him and let him stand. He swiped his lips across mine again, with barely enough pressure that it was hardly a kiss but it was enough to drive me wild.
Another burst of heat trickled into my underwear, and I barely waited until he'd disappeared around the corner before crossing my legs and pressing my thighs together. Patience, Theo. I'd gone years without feeling so on edge. I could make it a few more minutes.
While Shea hunted, I retreated to the bathroom to get myself together. Dinner wasn't the only surprise I had in store for Shea, and I needed to make sure he at least had something on his stomach before the rest of the evening proceeded.
Turns out, it didn't take him long to figure me out.
Through my bedroom window, I watched him approach the blanket.
He stood in the middle and rotated in a slow circle, smiling to himself.
I ducked out of view when he glanced my way and when he started toward the house again, I decided to play a game with him.
As I suspected, he checked the bedroom first, but I was already hidden behind the door.
"Theo?" he called. I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. He quickly determined that I was nowhere inside the house—so he thought—and left out of the back door again.
I slipped from my hiding spot and tiptoed into the kitchen.
There Shea stood on the wraparound porch, bent at the waist and pushing his gorgeous ass right in my direction.
He rested his arms on the railing, gazing up at the night sky.
Stars appeared in tiny pinpricks, one by one with each second the sun dipped below the horizon.
He turned his head, and the fading rays of sunlight glimmered off his lashes.
Fuck, my boy was gorgeous. The breath whooshed from my lungs, like I was seeing him for the first time again.
In a way, I was. I'd become quite acquainted with Shea's body over the years, lips and tongue reaching places that others could only dream of touching but now?
He glowed in a way he never had before, a mind-blowing confidence racing to the surface that seemed to have been weighed down by long hair and body parts that didn't belong.
My feet moved before my brain caught up. Shea didn't even flinch when I opened the back door, so I took advantage of my newfound stealth and wrapped my hands around his waist from behind. "Looking for me?"
Shea jolted, but moaned and leaned back into my touch. My hands rucked up his T-shirt and slipped beneath the fabric. He giggled and squirmed, arching back against me. "Sure was, Daddy," he sighed. I nuzzled into his neck. "Is that okay? Daddy?"
Shea gasped, one of my hands flattening between his shoulder blades and shoving him to the railing, the other hiking his hips into the air.
I wedged my knee between his thighs, pressing up to give him the slightest bit of friction—just enough to keep him wanting more.
"Baby boy," I husked, lips brushing against his throat where I knew he'd feel them vibrate.
My hips rocked against his ass, letting him feel the second surprise I had for him that evening.
"You can call me anything you want, as long as it’s my name you're screaming when you come on my cock. "
Shea whipped his head over his shoulder, watching me through wide eyes that glittered like the ocean, even in the dim light.
He studied me, taking in my words and processing them.
He wiggled his perfect little ass against me, realization dawning on his face and his jaw falling open.
Color flooded his cheeks, and his breath came in quick bursts of air.
Shea's attention fell to my lap, then he dropped his head between his shoulders, heaving a heavy sigh. "Please, Daddy."
He turned over his shoulder, claiming my mouth.
Arching his back, he pressed against the soft ridge in my pants, shuddering at the pressure.
I hadn't worn a strap in quite some time, the unfamiliar harness making me think I wouldn't make it through dinner.
When I added the dildo, it felt even more foreign, especially needing to press it downward and use nothing but the cotton of my underwear to keep it in place.
With the way Shea already fucked himself on the toy through his clothes, I still had little chance of making it much longer—only now it was because I was in danger of soaking my pants first.
Shea whimpered and I whirled him around, backing him up to the railing which groaned under our combined weight. Shea's movements were frantic and desperate—and I needed to slow him down. We didn't need to rush anymore.
Besides… I was entirely too close.
"Easy, boy," I panted, curling my hands around his hips to still them. They flexed beneath my palms, itching to gain more of that delicious friction. "Slow down."
I only received a whimper and moan in response, which brought another smile to my mouth.
I loved how hungry my boy was. He was perhaps the only one that could keep up with my feral libido, which was damn near unstoppable now that he was back in my life.
I ducked my head, licking a stripe up the side of his neck.
"We've got all night, little one. The stars are hardly even out yet. "
Shea whined and squeezed his thighs around mine. "But…"
"But nothing." My hips rocked forward, protesting the interruption themselves. "You need to eat first baby. You'll need the strength."
And he wasn't the only one. It was borderline painful to separate from him and guide him down the few stairs to the back yard.
"Go," I told him, remaining in the same spot.
I told myself it was so I could watch him walk away, but I needed to bring myself away from the edge.
With a series of deep breaths, I was confident enough that I wouldn't blow in my pants to join Shea.
He'd sifted through the selected food, and glanced up at me with a sinister grin on his face, withdrawing… a peach.
Uh-oh.
With every inch closed between his mouth and the ripe, juicy fruit, my footsteps slowed.
I came to a stop at the edge of the blanket, fighting the urge to press my legs together.
Slick arousal gathered between my thighs and seeped into my underwear.
I did my best to keep up the facade, crossing my arms over my chest and crooking a brow at him. "Eat," I demanded.
His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yes, Daddy."
I was fucked.
Shea's teeth sank into the velvety skin of the fruit, with barely an audible noise before he sucked, the obscene noise echoing in the night air.
He bit off a mouthful, barely chewing before he swallowed and dove into the exposed flesh tongue first. I swallowed hard, steadily dripping into my underwear so much that it felt like I'd pissed myself.
Maybe I had. It was hard to notice anything while I watched Shea eat out a peach in front of me, fully knowing what those skills felt like.
A low breath rushed out of me, and Shea glanced up, eyes sparkling. He knew damn well what he was doing, and what it was going to get him. He fucking moaned, diving in for another taste. When he came away, juices dribbled down his chin, and the last thread of my self resolve snapped.
"Fuck," I muttered. I fell to my knees, snatching the fruit from Shea’s hand and throwing it into the abyss. I didn’t even care where it ended up.
I hauled Shea into me, crashing my mouth into his.
The sticky sweet juice from the fruit melted onto my tongue.
Throwing my tongue into Shea's mouth, I guided him to lay on his back.
I was so fucking wet that I couldn't stand it.
I knocked Shea's legs apart, spreading them wide and hooking them over my hips to get as close as humanly possible. Fucking clothes… they were useless. The only thing they accomplished in that moment was preventing me from pushing my cock into Shea's wet hole.
He separated from the messy kiss long enough to whip his shirt over his head and toss it aside.
I wrenched his pants open impatiently, ripping the zipper in the process.
Shuffling backward, I tugged his pants and underwear off his hips and over his legs in one swift pull.
He fell onto his elbows, chest heaving with each hard-earned breath.
Kneeling in front of him, my gaze raked over his delicious body.
My eyes flitted across his pink nipples, the soft smattering of hair over his belly, and the denser curls trailing down from his belly button. My attention came to rest between his thighs, where his arousal slicked up his skin and glistened in the dim light. I licked my lips.
"Daddy…" he muttered, catching my attention by letting his hand drift between his legs. His fingers found his dick and stroked, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. "I can't wait."
Slowly and silently, I took his hand and guided it away from his crotch. His hole fluttered, like it was craving to be filled. "Hold on, baby boy. Just for another minute."
I sucked the taste of him off my fingers, then dropped my jeans.
Button first, then zipper. I shoved the denim down my hips, taking a brief moment to cup myself in my hand.
Damp cotton met my fingertips, and I shamelessly teased my clit while Shea watched.
My eyelids fluttered, arousal warming my fingertips.
There was no way I was making it long enough to get my pants off completely.
Singlehandedly, I whipped my shirt off and tossed it aside.
Then, with a breath so deep my lungs hurt, I did the same with my binder.
An audible gasp burst free from Shea's chest, and his eyes fell to my breasts. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"That's not all, sweetheart."
Reluctantly, I stopped touching myself long enough to shove my underwear down, the toy in my pants falling free and arresting Shea's attention. I heard the moment his breath hitched, and I reached for the missing piece.