Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
After bidding a quick goodbye to Jack and Devyn, feigning some kind of headache, Theo and I ducked out of the party. He waved over his driver, helping me inside the car with a new sense of urgency. I’d never felt this level of need before, almost unable to inhale because of the mounting tension between us. The moment the door closed, Theo told the driver my address. As the car pulled into traffic, Theo pressed a button, lifting the partition between us and the front. With the rest of the city cloaked in darkness from the tinted windows, I turned, feeling the weight of Theo’s stare on me.
His eyes dropped down to my mouth as his hand reached out to tug me closer. When I nestled into Theo’s side, his lips found mine again. One brief touch, and I was lost. This powerful, intoxicating man had been burrowing under my skin for weeks. Kissing him felt as natural as breathing, like I would need it to survive. I never wanted it to stop, no matter the consequences.
Those could wait until tomorrow.
Theo pulled back, pressing his forehead against mine. “ Fuck, if I knew it would be like this, I would have kissed you the moment we met.”
“You’ve seen nothing yet,” I teased before claiming his lips once more. As we moved together, Theo’s hand slid along the slit of my dress, softly caressing my thigh. I sucked in a sharp inhale as he moved closer to my core, brushing the soaked center of my thong with his finger. Now, it was his turn to curse, letting his finger drag lazily against me.
“Is this all for me, beautiful?” he asked, his voice several octaves lower than usual.
“Always for you,” I gasped as his fingers teased the lace edge of my thong.
“Right answer,” he groaned as he leaned forward, capturing my lips at the same time as he ripped the fabric off me. I yelped at how the strings nipped at my skin, all too aware of how exposed I was.
“Theo,” I gasped, hoping the partition was also soundproof. “We can’t.”
“Fuck that,” he muttered. He turned toward my ear, his teeth grazing the shell as he whispered, “I’ve had enough of people telling me I can’t have you. The only person who can tell me to stop is you.” He leaned back, smirking down at me. “Is that what you want, Calla?”
I should have told him to do just that, to show some of that decorum ingrained in me for years, but the desire coursing through my veins was too strong. I shifted my legs, parting them a little bit more to give him better access. “Touch me, Theo.”
His lips brushed my neck. “Say please, beautiful.”
“Please, Theo. Touch me.”
Without another word, he tucked my ruined thong into his pocket. He pulled at the split in my dress, pushing the fabric up until I was exposed to him. He cursed lightly under his breath, licking his lips as he looked at me, and I’d never felt more wanted in my life. I was about to beg, to plead with him to touch me, when his fingers grazed my core. My hips instinctively shifted closer to him, needing more pressure. He chuckled against my skin. “Patience, beautiful. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I leaned into the seat as he continued his ministrations. His touches alternated between soft and greedy, making my head spin. When one of his long fingers entered me, I had to bite back a gasp, covering my mouth on his shoulder. Every thrust left my body aching, needing more, desperate to feel all of him. All my clothes felt too tight, and the air in the car was too warm.
“Theo…” I called out, my voice a needy, desperate thing.
My moans echoed through the car as his lips dusted the hemline of my dress, coming so close to my breasts that I wanted to rip it off. But the fit barely allowed him access, and if I took it off now, we’d be fucking in the backseat of this car. As much as I wanted to explore my newfound exhibitionist kink, I’d rather not be interrupted the first time Theo was inside me.
My thoughts quickly became more jumbled when his fingers curled along my walls. “Oh my God,” I muttered as Theo hit the exact right spot, making my vision go hazy. With a few more thrusts and circles of his thumb against my clit, my walls were crumbling .
“That’s it, Calla,” he murmured as another one of his fingers joined the other. “Show me how good it feels. Come for me, beautiful.”
As I cried out his name, my nails dug into his arm, holding him in place. Pleasure washed over me, stronger than I’d ever felt before. If Theo was able to elicit this much of a reaction from just his fingers, what the hell would happen next?
Theo held onto me as my body stopped pulsating, dusting his lips across my face. He smiled as he pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean with a wink. My face burned with the audacity of this man, but he just kept grinning, leaning forward to press his lips to my neck. “I think I found my new favorite flavor.”
Before I could even respond, he pulled open the door, letting the humid New York air greet us. I’d been so wrapped up in the moment with Theo that I hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped.
The moment my feet hit the sidewalk, it felt like our bubble had popped. We stood there, staring at the entrance of my building. We both knew the moment we crossed the threshold, there would be no going back.
Theo turned to me, brushing my hair behind my ear. “It’s not too late.” My brows furrowed. “I can call back the car and go home to my apartment.” He smiled down at me. “But I can’t promise I’ll ever forget what happened tonight.”
I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his all too briefly. When he exhaled slowly, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, I took his hand in mine. “Come inside, Theo.”
The moment the door shut behind us, we collided. There was no trepidation, no asking what the other wanted. We joined together as if we needed each other’s touch more than we needed our next breath.
Theo pushed me against the door, my arms clinging around his neck as his lips found my skin, leaving a trail from my collarbone to my jaw. I tilted my head to give him better access, twisting my fingers into his hair. When I tugged a little, he let out a growl. “Bedroom. Now.” He nipped at my exposed skin. “Or I’ll fuck you right here, against this door.”
I let out a little giggle, pointing him down the hallway. Theo didn’t waste a moment as he carried me down the hall, kicking open my bedroom door. As soon as he placed me back on the ground, he spun me around, shifting my hair over my shoulder. He toyed with the zipper of my dress while pressing soft kisses to the top of my spine. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed, reaching behind me to press my hands into his thighs. After imagining it for weeks, I couldn’t believe I could touch him. His stiff muscles tensed under my grip, his cock straining against my backside.
When the cool zipper hit the base of my spine, I turned around, letting the dress slide down my arms to pool at my feet. Due to the design, I’d forgone a bra, and my thong was still tucked in Theo’s pocket, so I was entirely exposed in front of him.
Theo sucked in a sharp breath as he took me in, studying like he was committing me to memory. I reached out, toying with the knot of his tie. “Are you alright, Mr. Ayad?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven. If I did, don’t revive me.” His hand reached out, pulling me closer to him. “I need to taste you, beautiful.”
I chuckled, stepping out of his grip. “Didn’t you have your fill in the car?”
“Not even close,” he growled, watching as I lowered myself onto my bed. “That was barely an appetizer.”
He started to lean forward, but I lifted my foot to his chest, stopping him from getting any closer. His eyes flared with a primal force. “I’m begging you, Calla. Let me taste you.”
“I don’t know if I’d call that begging.” I smirked up at him. “You never even said please.”
He glared down at me as I repeated his words from the car, clearly not used to having someone else challenge him. I stared back at him, matching his intensity. This man might have the power in most aspects of our relationship, but in this room, we’d both be in charge.
Without another word, he sank to his knees in front of me, his hands massaging my thighs. I propped up on my elbows to get a better look at him. “Calla,” he breathed heavily, as if each word pained him. “Will you please let me taste you?”
I sighed, leaning back onto the bed. “If you’d like.”
Theo instantly dragged me forward, positioning my pussy right in front of his face. His tongue consumed me, licking the entire length of my seam before finding my clit. He groaned against my sensitive skin as if this was more for him than it was for me. If this was what he wanted, I’d gladly let him taste me any time. Because the sight of this man on his knees will be etched into my memory forever
“Fuck,” Theo mumbled. “You taste even better than I could’ve imagined.”
Words didn’t come to me, not while his tongue and fingers were playing my body like a well-practiced melody. It was all I could do to hold onto the bed, to not lose my mind before we’d even begun. But when his tongue started fucking me, my body erupted. By the time his tongue moved back to my clit, I’d combusted around him, my screams filling every inch of my bedroom.
“That was…” I panted, placing my arm on my head. “Holy shit.”
I’d barely caught my breath when Theo slid up my body, bringing his lips around one of my sensitive nipples. He lavished the one with attention before moving to the other, and I squirmed underneath him, already desperate for more. As my hips shifted underneath him, Theo leaned up and claimed my mouth, the taste of me still lingering on his tongue.
“Good.” Theo traced my nipple with his thumb. “Because you’re not done yet, beautiful. By the time I’m finished with you, the sun’s going to be up.”