Twenty-Two #2
One palm glides up the inside of my thigh, coaxing my legs to part. “Is this where you touched?” The tip of his finger brushes over the lace of my thong. “Right here? ”
“Yes.” My eyes flutter shut as his thumb connects with my clit.
“And… here ?” He dips under the fabric, coating himself in my arousal, stroking without entering.
“Right there.” I grit my teeth, thrusting into his hand. “ Please , Theo.”
“So eager.” He shifts lower, his mouth latching on to my overheated center. “So perfect.” A hard, filthy lick follows, nearly making me come undone. “Still owe you more kisses, don’t I?”
“Uh-huh.” I roll my hips. “ Everywhere .”
“Everywhere,” he repeats, voice thick with promise. “But let’s lose these first. Hold on to your dress for me.”
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, he inches the lace down my thighs, past my knees, over my heels. He takes his time, unwrapping me like I’m a gift meant only for him, lust-filled gaze never releasing mine.
Not even as he pockets my lingerie like a little souvenir of sin.
He lifts my thigh, guiding it over his shoulder, spreading me open. “ Fuck , you’re pretty.” His mouth brands my flesh as he drags his tongue through me, groaning in satisfaction. “ Soaked , Sunshine.”
The first swipe is a teasing prelude. But that gentleness is all I get before Theo buries his face between my thighs and feasts .
There is no other word for it.
He devours me like he’s starving, lips sealed tight, throat working as he sucks me senseless. Hard, fast, merciless lashes reduce me to nothing but property of his tongue. Then he plunges it inside, and fireworks burst behind my eyes.
Right now, his mouth exists for one purpose only.
Make. Me. His.
Body, soul, and everything in between.
He’s well on the road to full ownership, because I can’t think of anything but him.
The man has always been an overachiever, but this level of commitment exists in a league above anything I’ve experienced in my limited, lacklustre hookup history.
A lightning bolt of ecstasy tears through me when his teeth sink into my clit. My fingers tangle in his hair, hauling his head closer.
“I want…need…” Coherent thoughts slip away. I tug his hand from my thigh, guiding it to the spot that aches for more .
He grins against me. “A hand?” His voice drips with dark satisfaction as he pulls back to watch his finger sink inside me.
All. The. Way. In.
The sensation of being filled has me instantly seizing around him.
“ Fuck ,” Theo exhales roughly, muscles flexing as he begins to slide in and out. “Look down, Isla. Watch yourself take me.”
I’m so pliable it’s easy to obey. My gaze drops. The sight magnifies the sensation, prompting me to move in tandem with the pulse of his touch. Some unrecognizable part of me strains to drag him deeper, lock him in, and never let him go.
Swiping his thumb over my clit, he winds me up in firm circles, eyes locked on the way my hips rock to meet him. “More?” he rasps, reading the growing urgency building in my body.
Words may be failing me, but at least I can still nod.
More. Faster. Harder .
He adds a second finger, stretching me with an excruciatingly sensual kind of intensity.
I bite down on my lip to silence my moan.
“Don’t hold back on me.” His hand angles, fingers curling inside me to stroke my G-spot with brutal precision that makes me cry out. “Just like that. I want you loud. Messy. ”
Being consumed by his intense gaze raises the stakes. I’m wide open. Completely bared to him. It should be the epitome of terrifying vulnerability.
But this is Theo, and regardless of our history, I trust him to take care of me.
I let the next moan fly, giving myself fully over to pleasure.
“Good girl.” The sounds of slick thrusts and shallow breaths eclipse everything as he dives back between my legs, tongue matching the rhythm of his fingers. “You like being my little treat, don’t you?” His free hand grips my ass, urging me to chase every grind and glide.
“Theo, I—” The words vanish, demolished by the force ripping apart every nerve.
“That’s it,” he rasps, his pace tightening into a lethal tempo. “Come on my tongue, Sunshine. I want you dripping down my throat.”
His touch—and the deep, dominant command in his voice, hurls me over the edge.
The orgasm detonates. My body convulses around his fingers, and I come so hard the evidence coats his entire hand.
“So very sweet.” He works me through it, dragging out the pulse, then coaxing even more from my wrung-out body. “Give me every last drop.”
Just as I’m about to beg for mercy, he slows. One more stroke. One last lick . Then he lifts his head, lips glistening with the evidence of my pleasure. His fingers slip free, and he brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean while I watch—and blush.
Maybe if my apartment hunt fails, I can just set up permanent residence on his tongue.
The thought drives another sharp throb between my legs.
Theo rises and tugs me to him. His touch shifts from ravenous to reverent as he arranges my dress back into place. The gentleness of it all tightens something deep in my chest.
“One final kiss,” he murmurs against my lips.
When I part them, his tongue meets mine, and I taste traces of myself.
Salt, heat, and satisfaction .
This time, his kiss isn’t a claim. Instead, he kisses me like I already belong to him. As if I’ve been his all along.
In the distance, church bells toll, signaling midnight.
“Merry Christmas,” Theo whispers before taking my mouth again. Though shorter and sweeter, this kiss is just as potent.
“Congratulations,” I say when we finally break apart. “You’re officially safe from sappy Starlight Summit confessions this year.”
The joke is a shitty— but necessary —shield. Armor for my heart.
A muscle in his jaw flexes. "It’s probably my turn to do some confessing. Or, you know, hell of a lot of groveling.”
I raise an eyebrow, fully committed to keeping things light. “Looking to get back on your knees, Thorne?”
“Happy to kneel whenever you want, Sunshine,” he says. “But when it comes to romantic revelations, I’ll wait until you’re ready for strings.”
“Strings,” I repeat softly, the word scalding my tongue.
I’ve been so certain about my plan: enjoy, exorcise, escape .
But now, with his kiss lingering on my lips and his promise hovering between us, it’s impossible to deny the threads winding around my heart.
New Isla is supposed to be irrevocably over Theo.
So how come I’m dreading our inevitable goodbye?