35. Theo #3
I stroke her clit, fingers dipping into her pussy while I roll my hips.
Heat builds low in my pelvis as I rock into her tight channel, one hand gripping hers, the other pleasuring her swollen clit.
Her hand searches for something to hold, and I watch her fingers scrabble over the wood, the splatters of paint on the table.
I’m delirious with pleasure, with knowing she’s mine. That she let me take her like this.
Eleanor moans, moving into my thrusting hips, bracing herself as I increase my speed. My gaze goes to the window overlooking the lawn, where Danny and Paige chat in the glow of dusk, oblivious.
“You like me fucking you in front of this window?” I rasp, fingers clumsy on her clit as the pleasure builds. “Where anyone could see?”
“Yes,” she sobs, bucking against me. “Fuck me anywhere, Theo. Everywhere.”
My balls strain with the need to explode, and I press my eyes shut, fighting back the urge as I release her hand. It’s too much. The pleasure, yes, but her. Her dirty words, her complete surrender.
My hand strays back to where it belongs, at her throat, fingers stroking the soft skin. She’s at the perfect angle like this, head thrown back in ecstasy, neck exposed. I press my fingertips lightly into her windpipe and she moans, the sound vibrating under my touch.
“God,” she rasps, tightening around my cock. “I love when you do that.”
“You’re a dirty girl,” I growl, still working her clit with my other hand as I stroke into her. “A dirty girl who loves being choked while the headmaster fucks your ass.”
“Oh, fuck—”
She comes hard, groaning as she grips the table, milking me so hard I see stars. I clench every muscle in my body as she rides her orgasm, bracing against the crushing pressure to explode inside her. Not yet. I don’t want this to be over yet.
The need to see her face, to kiss her, overpowers me.
I withdraw, taking her hand, pulling her to her feet.
Her limbs tremble as I turn her around and sit her on the rough table, nudging her to lie on her back.
She stares up at me with a dazed expression, eyes so glassy she looks drugged.
I shove her dress out the way as I push her knees back to her shoulders, finding her tight hole and sinking back inside.
“Still with me?” I ask roughly, her muscles clenching around my dick in welcome.
“Yes,” she whispers, gaze moving over my face as I lower myself flush over her.
“I need to kiss you while I’m inside you.”
I crush my mouth to hers, her arms winding around my neck as I rock into her clenching grip, the pleasure building with every second. I can’t reach her clit as easily from this angle, so I take her hand, guiding it down.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart. Make that pretty little pussy come while I fill your ass.”
She whimpers as her fingers reach her clit, rubbing the swollen flesh. Her mouth finds mine again, wet and hot and needy, and she sucks on my tongue as I fuck her, as I make sure she knows she belongs with me, that she’ll never need another man again.
“You’re mine,” I say in a raw, throaty whisper. “Mine, Eleanor.”
Emotion swells in my chest as I reach breaking point, and I spill into her in rough jerks, hands in her hair, mouth open. She strokes my beard, eyes wet as she peppers kisses along my jaw, with me every step of the way.
“And you’re mine, Theo.” She holds me tight as I come down from the high. “You’ll always be mine.”
Oh. God.
I can’t stop it, can’t stop the emotion pressing hot at my eyes as I gaze at her, touching her face with a trembling hand. A hot tear slides from the corner of my eye, falling in her hair.
“I love you,” she whispers, kissing the wet path on my cheek.
My heart stops.
She loves me. She fucking loves me.
A dam of warmth bursts in my chest, flooding me from head to toe. I stare at her, breath ragged.
“God, Eleanor…” My voice is a broken, cracked shell of emotion. “I love you too. I… shit.” I gather her into my arms, feeling her heart beat wildly against mine, rocked with disbelief.
She feels it too. This is real.
She gives a relieved, breathy laugh into my shoulder, and I draw away to gaze at her.
“You know,” I say hoarsely, stroking her cheek where a tear escapes, “I fell for you in the parking lot that day when I first kissed you. When you fought so hard to defend me against all the terrible things I believed about myself.”
Her lips curve in a watery smile. “Did I win that fight?”
I smile in response, thinking about how I’ve let my guard down, loosened my grip, stopped beating myself up for last year’s mistake. How I’ve stopped fearing the absolute worst, stopped seeing the world as one big disaster waiting to happen.
How I’ve opened to Eleanor’s love.
“You did.” I kiss her softly, wanting to say the words again. “I’m so in love with you, sweetheart. I didn’t know I could feel this way, that I would ever feel this way, but you broke something open in me. And now…” I inhale a shaky breath. “Now I don’t know how to be without you.”
The look in Eleanor’s eyes tells me all I need to know. She kisses me with tender, searching lips, hands tight on my face.
And I know in that moment she’s all that matters.
That I would sooner lose the school than lose her.