35. Theo #2
“I do mean it. I want…” She swallows, determination sparking in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me there.”
My control slips, and I groan, my head falling forward. God, I want that. I didn’t realize how much until she offered it, but I want to fuck her there, too. I want to claim her there. To make every single part of her mine.
“You’re sure?” I ask, voice like gravel.
“Yes.” A smile flickers over her lips. “Please.”
I chuckle at the absurdity of her manners, even when asking me to fuck her ass.
Leaning back, I adjust my aching cock. I can’t take her there bare, not without something to ease the way. I might be rough, but I’m not reckless.
I glance around the room, desperate for anything that might work. My gaze scans the jumble of supplies on the counter: brushes, rags, tubes of acrylic. Then I spot it, a small bottle labeled almond oil, probably used for cleaning or mixing. That should work.
I stride over and snatch up the bottle, hands shaking. Am I really doing this? Am I really going to take Eleanor’s perfect ass in the art room, using a student’s art supplies?
She looks up at me as I hesitate, holding the bottle of oil.
Her eyes are soft in the dim light, teeth sunk into her full bottom lip.
I skate my hand gently across her ass again, cock thick and heavy in my pants.
This isn’t about doing something filthy.
It’s about doing it with her. Right here. Right now. In this room.
Because she’s mine, regardless of the rules. Every fucking inch of her.
And I’m going to take it all.
I set the bottle aside, unbuckling my belt slowly.
The clink of metal on leather is loud in the quiet of the art room, my zipper deafening.
Eleanor watches with round, eager eyes as I grip my length, jerking once.
I take the oil and pour it into my hand, sliding it between her ass cheeks to massage that forbidden spot.
Her breath catches, and I feel her clench instinctively. Leaning over her, I brush her hair to one side, dragging my lips across the shell of her ear, knowing I need to guide her. Knowing she still needs a firm hand.
“That’s it,” I say, rewarding her with a kiss before straightening up, one hand on her lower back to hold her still. “Be a good girl and breathe through it. You can take it.”
The tension eases from her as I take control, and she melts, the side of her face pressing into the rough, paint-splattered surface of the art table.
My finger glides over the delicate knot of muscle, teasing her entrance.
Her entire body twitches when I circle the spot again, breath hitching like it’s the first time she’s ever been touched there.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, teasing her with my fingertips, gently breaching her entrance before easing away, other hand reaching around to find her clit and stroke.
“No,” she whispers, quivering as I work my fingers over her clit and ass together. “But I want to do it with you. I want…” she trails off on a moan, and I carefully spear her again, working her open for me.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me.”
She relaxes a little more and I get further this time, finger easing almost all the way in. She inhales deeply, adjusting to the sensation, her tight ring clenching my finger. God, I can’t imagine how good this is going to feel on my dick.
“I want you.” Her voice is soft, breathy, pleading. “I want to do everything with you, Theo. Want you in every part of me.”
My heart burns hot in my chest. Fuck, I love this woman.
“That’s right,” I growl, other hand coming to her hip, gripping tightly, possessively. “Every part of you is mine. Say it.” I work my finger back out, adding more oil, then slowly ease two fingers in.
“Yours,” she breathes, hips beginning to rock back on my fingers. “I’m yours.”
Fuck, yes. My cock surges at her words, needing to be inside her.
I pour a generous helping of oil into my palm and coat my length, lining it up with her ass. When I brush the swollen head of myself against her puckered entrance, she glances at me over her shoulder, lips parted.
“You’re too big.”
I squeeze her arm, gently pressing my hips forward. “It’ll fit, baby. Just breathe.”
She sucks in a deep breath, releasing it slowly as I nudge deeper, one hand finding her clit again and circling, teasing, helping her relax.
“That’s it. You can take me.”
“Oh, God,” she breathes. “Theo.”
“I’m here with you, sweetheart. Right here.”
I work her clit carefully, fingers dipping inside her, swirling through her wetness, feeling her spasm around my shaft, until I ease all the way in.
Heat rushes down my spine, and I fight to stay still.
She grips me so tight it nearly breaks me, but I stay like that, seated to the hilt as I let her catch up, because if I move too soon I won’t last. Her breath shudders, ass flexing around me, and I press my eyes shut against the bolt of pleasure threatening to burst through me.
“Okay?” I choke out.
“I’m okay.” Her hand reaches behind her back, searching for mine, and I lace my fingers through hers.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say shakily, the initial rush of pleasure subsiding. “I’m going to take this pretty ass of yours.”
“Yes,” she rasps, fingers tightening on mine. “Take it, Theo. It’s yours.”
Fuck.
I draw my hips back, thrusting into her, and she moans, one hand gripping the table.
“It’s mine,” I echo, driving into her again. “Every part of you is mine.”