Chapter 9 #2
Theo: You call, and I’ll be there, ready to work magic with these talented hands. I’ll let them know I’m a close friend of yours. Maybe they’ll knock some off your rent. So, where is my fun fact for the day?
Me: Lol, how kind of you. There’s nothing fun about me to share.
Theo: I find that hard to believe. Come on… you agreed.
Me: Fine. Um, I work at a call center.
Theo: Now that’s not very fun…
Me: It’s a fact though?! UGH. OK. I like to read books.
Theo: What kind of books?
Me: All kinds of books. Romance, Fantasy, Thrillers. EVERYTHING.
Theo: So you like reading porn?
Me: Sir, those genres are not all about sex. But I don’t mind when it is.
Theo: You’re a little perve… I like that.
Me: Wbu Theo? What’s a fun fact?
Theo: I’ve already given mine.
Me: Which was?
Theo: That I’m extremely talented with my hands.
Me: That’s just coming from your own mouth. So It’s not exactly a fact.
Theo: Test the waters and I’ll show you just how good I am, Olive.
Me: You are quite confident in yourself I see… maybe even a little cocky.
Theo: Being confident doesn’t automatically mean someone is cocky. Again, maybe I can show you a few things next time I see you.
Me: Maybe you can ;) Danielle just got home. We’re having a girls’ night. I enjoyed talking to you. Text tomorrow?
Theo: I like that answer. Is it crazy that I haven’t stopped thinking about you? As short as our conversation was, I can still remember your voice, your face. I don’t know, Olive. It’s doing something to me. I look forward to Friday.
Me: I don’t think it’s crazy. And maybe I haven’t stopped thinking about you, either. I don’t know what this all means. But I’m okay with the unknown. Goodnight, Theo.
Theo: I think we’re going to find out what this is sooner than we think. Sweet dreams, Olive.
I set my phone down on my nightstand. These last few days, I’ve thought something was wrong with me. I’ve tried fighting this urge that unapologetically swallows me whole. Now, knowing that Theo has similar feelings has me even more curious about this “unknown.”
What is this between us? This is something I’ve never encountered before.
It scares me to my core but it also ignites something deep within my bleeding soul.
He feels so familiar in a way, almost like our souls knew each other in a different lifetime.
Tonight, I am looking forward to talking to Danielle about our conversations with Theo and me. Friday can’t get here quickly enough.
I feel a strong grip on my upper thighs. I look down and see thick, dirty blond hair; the slightly curled ends tickle my legs. I can’t move. All I can do is watch. Who is this mystery man lying between my legs?
On a normal day, this would scare the shit out of me, and whoever this person is would lie on the floor with a swollen lip. But I am intrigued by the way his massive hands hold my thighs steady. It’s like they were molded just for me. He slowly looks up.
Holy shit, I know those fucking eyes. Theo is shirtless on my bed, between my legs.
Our eyes stay locked. I can’t pull away from his dominating stare. It’s so dark in here, but Theo’s punishing eyes are glowing with want. Just by how he’s fixed on me, I can tell he refuses to take no for an answer. I am his prey, and he came to feast.
Within seconds, his vivid blue eyes became somber. A sinful grin plays across his gorgeous mouth. My legs shake with anticipation.
In one smooth movement, he lifts my legs onto his broad shoulders. He places a gentle kiss on my left thigh. His plump lips are warm yet cold as ice. It sends a pleasurable sting through my stomach.
I can already feel pressure in all the right places.
My breathing is deep and heavy. And as if he senses what he’s doing to me, he trails his fingers down my stomach, inches away from where I want him next.
Theo then spreads my legs a little further, keeping them propped and secured.
He gently runs his thumb around my clit.
My back immediately arches without my doing. My hands find their way into his soft blond locks. I have no control over my reflexes right now. Theo is the pilot of my entire body, and he’s causing me to accelerate at a high speed. I can’t do anything but allow him to drive me into oblivion.
And just like that, he plants one finger inside me, slowly pumping back and forth.
I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
I look back down, catching Theo staring at me with so much hunger in his eyes.
Before I can process the pleasure coursing through me, he places another finger inside me.
He curls his fingers up, hitting that intense G-spot that Noah could never seem to locate.
While fucking me with his fingers, he places his thumb on my clit and plays small circles in a perfect rhythm. I can see his muscles tensing with each pump.
The pressure is building at an almost unbearable rate.
It’s like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
If this man does one more thing, it will be my undoing.
I can’t help but close my eyes and cover my mouth, trying to shove the moans back down my throat.
Theo was right; he knew what he was doing with his hands.
My pussy was an abandoned garden needing attention. He came in without permission. And planted flowers in all the right places. Call it landscaping or whatever you like. This man is a professional, and I’m ready to give him all my money.
He bites down on a sensitive spot on my thigh while sucking it into his mouth. My inner walls expand, this is a high I never want to stop chasing. Just as I begin to orgasm, everything goes black. I am spiraling in unexplainable pleasure.
I look back down. Theo is gone. I can feel my center pulsating viciously.
I’m here in my room all alone, with a puddle between my legs.
Which instantly tells me I just orgasmed in my sleep.
I feel like a moron right now. I will definitely keep this to myself.
I am so drained from my finger fucking dream I can’t even get out of bed to clean up.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand. It’s 4:30 in the morning. I need to be up in two hours to prepare for work. I’m instantly annoyed with myself. I fumble around and locate a shirt beside my bed to wipe away the evidence of my embarrassing release.
I can’t believe that happened. This man hasn’t physically touched me and has that effect.
I close my eyes and curl up into a ball.
I rub my inner thigh. It’s almost as if I can feel a sore sensation on the spot where he bit me in my dream.
My mind wanders off. I’m so exhausted that I don’t even realize I’ve fallen back into a deep sleep.