Chapter 24
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Theo teases, squeezing my leg. I run my eyes along his forearm up to his bicep, watching his muscles tighten. My legs instantly squeeze shut. It’s a new reflex I’ve unintentionally created for myself called the “Theo effect.”
And I don’t know. There is something about a man kicked back, driving onehanded with their other hand lax on a female’s leg.
And this is not just any man. It’s Theo Ace fucking Rivers.
I’m in a live movie right now, cruising in a hot guy’s Corvette with music playing and the night sky swallowing us whole.
Sometimes, I doubt myself, wondering how a man of his stature could be so interested in me.
I’m not saying I’m some hideous creature, but there are so many beautiful women out there.
It still baffles me he has chosen someone like me—the girl who grew up too fast in a small trailer with a dysfunctional mother and a protective big sister.
I may never fully understand, but I must show him how much I appreciate him and his presence. Never have I wanted to jump a man’s bones like I want to right now. Ignoring Theo’s comment, I take my seat belt off and angle my body to face him.
“What are you doing?” he asks. I choose to stay silent and not give him an answer.
I focus on my task, leaning over the middle console.
I run my left hand up his leg; even with his jeans on, I can feel his length resting along his thigh under the fabric.
I can feel it jerk beneath my touch when my hand grazes over where it lays.
It sends shivers up my arms, causing the hair on the back of my neck to rise.
Theo keeps his focus on the road, gripping the steering wheel so tight that I can see the white of his knuckles even in the dark. His right hand has now moved from my thigh to behind my lower back.
I finally stop at the zipper of his jeans, looking up at him. He tilts his head towards me, his expression firm. But when I glimpse at his sexy, light eyes, it’s almost as if they’re daring me to continue. And one thing about me is that I’ve never been one to back down from a dare.
I bring my attention back to his lap, carefully unzipping his jeans.
Theo pulls his hand from my lower back, and I examine it as he reaches between the openings of his jeans.
He leans forward while adjusting his jeans and boxers.
My mouth fills with saliva, and I am ready to pounce and claim him in my mouth.
His impressive length springs out of his jeans, causing my pulse to quicken. He wraps his right hand around his width, stroking himself slowly. Even with his vast hand clinging on, it does not hide his intimidating size. Never in my life have I seen anything so mouth-watering.
Theo’s head falls back onto the headrest. This is a whole new level of sexy, and the visual he’s generously giving me is now seared into my brain.
For a moment, my mind travels back to our little hot excursion in the ocean and how challenging it was to take him fully in my mouth. I’ve faced difficult challenges my entire life, and this one, I have to admit, is my favorite so far.
I position myself as best as I can with the little space provided in this sports car.
My lips are now just inches from where I want them.
I lap my needy tongue gently around his smooth tip.
Theo sucks in a breath, stilling his hand movement.
I take it as an opportunity to fill my mouth with as much of him as possible.
I slide my lips tight around his hard length until I reach where his hand still holds firm.
“Fuck, Olive,” he rumbles.
I continue my pattern, purposely slamming my lips against his hand. He finally lets go, firmly wrapping his hand around my neck.
Now, with Theo’s grip, in one quick motion, I slam myself as far down as I can take. His large tip reaches the opening in my throat. Tears build in the corners of my eyes from the sudden force.
A loud growl leaves his mouth, only fueling the already blazing fire deep inside me. I hollow out my cheeks, loving the feel of his silky skin sliding beneath my lips. Our moans, mixed with wet slurping noises, flood the car.
I quickly wrap both hands around the base of him, creating a perfect hand motion to match the sucking and sliding of my mouth movements. Tears stream down my face as I continue to consume his massive length.
“You keep sucking my dick like that, and I’m going to wreck this fucking car,” Theo strains out through closed teeth.
The sound of him struggling to hold his composure sends immediate pleasure down my untouched center.
Desperately, I push my hips forward in my jeans, searching for friction on my sensitive spot.
Theo’s fingers lace through my hair as I pick up speed.
I can feel my lips becoming pleasantly numb from the brutal suction I have created around him.
He pushes and pulls on my hair. Deep, uneven breaths slide from his parted mouth as he relentlessly fucks the back of my throat.
Spit, mixed with tears, races down my chin.
I feel the car slow down, and I can tell we’ve pulled into somewhere. There’s no way we’re back at the apartments. I concentrate back on my good deed; I know he is close to his release. Salty remnants hit my taste buds; I can’t stop the needy moan that vibrates off his dick.
Theo clutches my hair, halting my movements.
I feel the car make a hard turn. Theo then slams on the brakes and puts the car in park.
Before I can ask where we are, he has adjusted his seat.
He pushes my head down gently, rubbing my swollen lips on the head of his length.
Deep, lustful moans rush from his throat.
He breathes out, “Open wide for me, baby.”
I lick my mouth one good time and follow his order. He continues his grip on my hair, pushing my head down with force, then pulling it back up to where my lips clamp onto his pulsing tip.
I join in, moving my head with the rhythm of his hand, swirling my tongue around his velvet-like skin. He slams himself down my throat; I’ll be feeling that tomorrow. I don’t even care; I want all of him in my mouth right now.
His grip tightens on my hair, causing a slight sting on my scalp.
I already know mascara has stained my cheeks, and that’s what I get when forcing something in my mouth that is not meant to fit.
Theo thrusts his hips up, adding more blunt force into my abused throat.
Delicious growls fill the air, filling my insides with pleasure.
The sounds leaving this man’s mouth are feral and hot as fuck.
He pumps his hips up at the same time he forces my mouth down onto him, causing his length to go further down my throat. “FUUUCK!” he growls.
Theo stops, keeping me still as he floods my throat with his release.
The taste of warm, salty seed fills my tastebuds, taking me back to the ocean and his pleasant taste.
He lets go of my hair, rubbing his hand down my back.
I sit up and swallow down his remains. I sit back, looking up at him.
He tilts his head towards me and lays against the headrest. His mouth is parted as he catches his breath.
Those contagious blue eyes burn into mine, and I can almost see the dying fire pick back up.
His loose, damp, dirty blond curls peek under his cap, sweat beading around them.
Theo reaches over and grabs my head, and our mouths clash together.
His tongue explores mine, and within seconds, my tired tongue catches a second wind, matching his talented movement.
We breathe each other in, savoring the taste of one another.
I want more; no, I need him inside me to fill the creeping distance between us.
As our desperate mouths pull apart, he greedily sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, nipping at it before releasing me.
His full lips curl into an intimidating grin, his sapphire eyes never leaving mine.
“I love that I can still taste myself on your tongue. You took me so well, like the good girl you are.”
My sensitive center sings a pleasurable tune at his sinful words.
Is it selfish that I want to take him in every way possible until my body is limp and worn from overexertion? Distracted by his presence, I didn’t realize that we were sitting in what looked like an undeveloped neighborhood. Bulldozers sit along dirt lots, and there is not a person in sight.
I look back at Theo, who’s now opening his door to get out. I watch as he walks around the front of his car, his dick still hard and exposed.
He reaches my door, slinging it open with force. “Get out of the car, Olive,” he demands.
I suck in my lips, making eye contact with the gift he carries below his waist. I quickly get out, standing before him; I anxiously bring my eyes up to his. His long length nearly touched my stomach.
Theo chews on his bottom lip as his brows pull together in a serious manner. “Take your pants off,” he murmurs.
I pause for a second, making sure I heard him correctly.
I look around us, making sure we are, in fact, the only people here. The only light available is from Theo’s headlights and one streetlight at the bottom of this massive cul-de-sac. I place my hands on the center of my jeans’ button.
He steps a centimeter closer, his tip grazing the bottom of my blouse. “What’s wrong, Olive? Are you worried someone will hear you screaming out for me?”
I suck in all the air surrounding me, swallowing it along with Theo’s effective words. My legs clench together as I slowly unbutton and slide my jeans down my legs, leaving them lying on the pavement.
Theo scans below my waist, pleased to see I am bare beneath my jeans. A smirk plays across his edible lips. “There’s my little criminal,” he hums.