CHAPTER 10 #2
I froze in shock, not expecting the contact to be initiated by him while sober, but quickly snapped back to my senses and kissed him back, shoving him backwards until his back hit the door,
“Wait a moment.” I mumbled against Theo’s lips, seconds later “we can’t- you can’t solve this with more sex.”
“But I am so good at it,” Theo mumbled back, dipping his head slightly to kiss the crook of my neck. He licked a trail up to my ear. “Satisfaction guaranteed.”
“Danes-“
“We don’t have a problem.” Theo groaned, pulling back just enough to be able to speak, eyes clouded with need and lust.
I was happy enough with that statement; I dropped the subject in favour of rolling my hips against him. I could feel the outline of his erection against my thigh.
He moved his lips along my throat and jawline.
I pushed him towards the sofa; Theo fell down onto the edge of it.
“Say stop only if you mean it, yeah?” I mumbled, staring at him intently. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Theo muttered, “Okay.”
I reached over my back to pull my tank top over my head, concealing my wince, as Theo sat there staring. God, he was hot.
I pushed Theo’s shirt up; he tore it off.
My lips trailed over his collarbone, his chest, his nipples, hooking my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. I felt like I might be dying. I’d never felt such a strong need to get off before, and the feeling was mirrored in Theo’s gaze.
It was different from last time; he was more coherent now, had a better grip on reality, and that made me feel much better about what we were doing.
I shoved him down into the cushions of the couch as I licked and bit gently at his cock through the fabric; his hips rose and he moved one of his hands into my hair.
Encouraged, I pulled down Theo’s pants and underwear to his thighs, freeing his leaking cock and taking him in my mouth without any trace of hesitation.
Theo moaned so loudly I could have come just from the sound of it.
When he choked out a “fuck,” I pulled off, feeling smug, licking along his length.
He sat up a little, leaning back on his hands as I replaced my mouth and tongue with my hand, planting my knees on either side of his thighs.
He was taking deep breaths to try and wield off his orgasm, watching my hand stroking his cock.
I leant forward, capturing Theo’s lips in another kiss, my fist tightened around him, the speed of my strokes increasing.
Theo gasped, grasping the material of the sofa tightly with his fingers.
“I’m gonna come,” he muttered.
“Yes,” I smirked, boring my hazel gaze into Theo’s. “Do it.”
“Fuck,” he repeated, voice strained. We kissed again, though it was a little awkward through Theo’s moans. I leaned my head down a little to lick along his throat as he came into my fist and on his own stomach, gasping.
It was probably the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.
He shivering as I only slowed and didn’t stop my hand movements, kissing along Theo’s neck and jawline until I reached his mouth, then kissed him again.
I wiped my hand off on Theo’s halfway-pulled-down sweatpants.
He kicked them the rest of the way off, then pulled my track pants down lower on my hips as he kissed me, slow and sensual.
He snuck his hand into my underwear and wrapped his fingers around my hard cock.
Sensing that Theo was internally freaking out- he wasn’t the best at hiding it- I tilted his chin up and kissed him again.
Somehow, it worked; he relaxed, pulling my cock out, appearing to test the weight of it in his hand.
He was funny- I had to resist laughing at him, mainly because if I did it wouldn't be great for setting the scene.
He settled for stroking me, his grip loose, at first, then tighter. I moaned with pleasure.
He placed his tongue on the head of my dick, testing the waters. I ran my hand through Theo’s hair, pushing it out of his eyes; the latter appeared too embarrassed to look at me, opting for keeping his beautiful eyes down. I didn’t mention it.
Still, he circled his tongue and sucked on the inch or two he’d taken in, using his hand to stroke the base.
I spoke soft words of encouragement to him, though I could hardly focus on what I was saying. Eventually he got braver, sucking harder, faster, incorporating a little bit of teeth.
I moaned loudly, a gruff “Danes” the only warning Theo received.
He got the message and pulled his mouth away, stroking my dick until I came, hard, all over my tan chest, feeling pleasure all the way down to my toes.
Panting, he raised his gaze to meet mine; I was panting equally as hard, but felt amused at the same time. It must have shown.
“What?” Theo breathed, frowning.
“Nothing.” I hummed, tilting my head “wouldn’t want to put you in a bad mood.”
He scowled.
“Just…that was…pretty gay.”
“Fuck you.” Theo grumbled, running his relatively clean hand through his hair, fisting it and tugging “I…”
“I won’t tell.” I assured him, tone softening “promise.”
Theo grunted. “Somebody could have seen.” He murmured, gaze flickering towards the windows and wincing “we shouldn’t have done that.”
“You started it.” I shrugged nonchalantly “and nobody did see. So we’re cool.”
I could easily see his internal panic attack. He was terrible at disguising his emotions.
“Hey.” I touched his shoulder “you good?”
“I don’t know.” Theo hissed “am I supposed to be good?”
“Uh…” I shrugged helplessly “you want to shower? I’ll clean up the sofa.”
It was the wrong thing to say; his panic only seemed to worsen, evident in the way his eyes widened, taking in the mess we’d made for what must have been the first time.
“I’ll clean it.” I repeated in a gentle tone, trying to calm him down “go shower. It’s fine.”
“Okay.” He whispered, backing away.
The ‘what am I doing?’ Was written all over his face. I understood him. I’d gone through the same thing. But it was still hard to see.