Chapter 31 Lexie
Did I hear that right? The wedding is off? The thing I wished for since the first day he stepped into our office—what began as a desire for revenge and slowly transformed into something deeper, something that made me want him—had just come out of his beautiful, smiling mouth.
I’m dreaming. This isn’t real. But when he cups my face with both hands, I feel the warmth from his palms spread across my cheeks, down my chest, and lower…
“Sorry—what?” I blink. “The wedding’s off?”
His smile widens into a slow, unapologetic smirk, clearly enjoying my confusion. “Wow,” he says. “I knew I had an effect on you, but I didn’t think I’d render you temporarily unable to process complete sentences.”
I ignore his remark, still struggling to understand. “So… you and Annabelle aren’t getting married?” I ask needing to hear it again to believe it.
“Nope.” He swoops my hair to the side and presses his mouth so close to my ear that his breath tickles my skin. “You are looking at a very single man.”
And then his lips softly brush a tender spot right behind my ear. My eyes flutter shut. I press a hand on his chest, in an attempt to stop him, but every part of me protests. “Is she okay?” I manage, my voice betraying me and I open my eyes to read his expression.
He bites his lip clearly trying—and failing—to look casual. “She’s good.”
His mouth drifts lower, unhurried, pressing a warm kiss along the side of my neck. I swallow hard as his hand slides to the back of my head, tilting me just enough to give him more access. “And, um,” I ask, breathless. “How… are you?”
Heat ripples through me as he nips lightly at my skin, then soothes the sting with his lips.
“Relieved,” he murmurs.
The word settles between us—heavy, intimate—and my grip on his chest tightens. I push my hips forward, just a little, drink in how his fingertips graze my jaw, how his thumb gently tugs on my lower lip.
“Wait.” I step out of reach with heavy breaths. “We should probably talk about this. What happened between you and Annabelle?”
He licks his lower lip and God I want to taste, lick, suck on those lips.
His fingers rake through my hair, gripping it with enough pressure to force my chin up. Heat fans through my body, spreading fast, lighting up every nerve in its path.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters, exasperated. “If I promise to tell you everything later… can we please stop talking now?”
That does it.
The fight in me sparks to life. I let my gaze linger—on his mouth, then lower to those infuriatingly perfect gray sweatpants, up the hard lines of his torso beneath the tight white tank, to his mouth, and finally back to his eyes.
“If we stop talking,” I murmur, my voice rough on purpose, “what exactly do you think we’re going to do?”
His eyes flare at the challenge and his mouth crashes into mine in a brutal kiss.
He sucks on my lips, plunges his tongue against mine, grips my head, my waist, my neck.
Nothing is gentle. It’s frantic. Urgent.
Desperate. Heat rushes through my body and settles between my legs, and my mind races.
Is this actually real? His mouth is so firm, demanding, owning. God, he tastes so good.
My body turns feverish. I grind my greedy pussy into him, seeking friction, and… oh… his hard beautiful cock presses against me. I feel how much he wants me.
This is no longer a game. This is guttural.
I need to feel him. In my hands, in my mouth, on me, in me.
I snake a leg around his, and pull him closer, as close as he can get.
One hand grips my hair, exposing my neck, and his lips drag across the skin, biting, nipping, sucking, and pleasure zaps through me.
The other hand drops to my ass outside of the robe, and squeezes.
Tight, rough, hard. He’s leaving fingerprints, and I want it.
I want the rage and the fire. The bruises and the pain.
I want everything.
He pulls me tighter, his mouth never leaving mine.
I can’t breathe. His hungry, ravenous, fierce kisses steal all my air.
My mouth is already swollen and I can’t get enough.
Feed me. I want more. I need more. My hands grip his back, his arms, anything I can grasp to hold myself up because I’m so fucking dizzy.
I’m feverish and ravenous and want him right fucking now.
My thong is soaked. I grind against him, nearly collapsing with how hard he is.
I need more. My hands drop to his sweatpants and my desperate, shaking fingers fumble to untie.
The sound of heavy breaths and fabric being tugged down makes me salivate.
I reach inside his boxer briefs, and oh…
oh Christ, his cock is perfect. I need it, now, filling my mouth.
I need to taste and lick and suck… I break the kiss and drop to my knees.
The cold hardwood floor is a stark contrast to the heat in my legs.
I’m so hungry for him that I dive in, taking his cock into my mouth as far as I can in one motion.
“Fuuuuuck,” he hisses and holds the back of my head.
One of his hands slaps against the wall, holding himself up, while the other remains protecting my head.
I pull back, swirl my tongue over his crown, and moan at the masculine salty precum and smell of soap.
He tastes so fucking good. I glaze my lips with him, lick down the silken skin and back up, savoring every part. His cock. His skin. His moans.
I’m making a man like Theo crumble. He can’t hold himself up without support because of me, because of what I’m doing to him.
I’m high on power. He feels so good in my mouth.
My palm grips him at the base. I wrap my lips tighter and slide up and down his thick shaft along with my hand, taking him in as deep as I can.
I gag and choke. I can’t breathe. Hot tears run down my face.
And I still want more.
He’s swelling inside my mouth, his ragged breaths increase, and I want to feel him lose control. I want every fucking drop of him to fill my mouth and slide down my throat. I shove my free hand under my robe and rub my aching clit, moving, more, faster, harder…
He lifts me to my feet, tugs up his sweatpants, and grips the back of my head so tight that my breath hitches. “Didn’t I tell you that a woman’s pleasure is always priority?”
He crushes his mouth back into mine, claiming my breath. My knees buckle with the impact, my heartbeat pounds so loud, so heavy, in my chest, it throws me off balance. But I already know to the deepest part of me, Theo will never let me fall.
In any sense.
I’m clutching the muscles in his arms, his back, his incredible ass, desperate to get closer.
My breaths turn ragged and choppy as I paw and tug at his tank top.
He grips it from behind his neck and tugs it off and is he fucking kidding?
In the alley, I felt his chest and torso, but it was rushed and frantic and I didn’t really know.
God… the mouthwatering ridges, the deeply defined pecs, the hard stomach…
I flatten my hand and run it down his body, feeling each solid line.
My robe slips, exposing my shoulder, and Theo sinks his mouth onto it, biting and licking, sending shivers through me. I’m melting. My body, my mind… wherever he’s taking me, I’ll go. He lifts me on to my desk, grabs the front of my robe and yanks it down.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
His hunger-filled look makes everything sizzle.
My exposed nipples harden in the cool air, and I tug him into me, pleading for his mouth.
When he tilts his head, cups my tits, and latches on, I moan.
“Oh God, so good, Theo, so good…” He sucks and licks.
Slurping, wet, hungry noises fill the room as he works my other breast with his hand, squeezing and pinching and making me squirm.
I lean back on my palms, pushing my chest up for easier access and wrap my legs around his waist.
“God, these gorgeous fucking tits.” He sucks so hard, so good, that I’m trembling again.
Fingers pinch my nipples with such delicious strength that I nearly scream, pushing me right to the edge of searing pleasure.
When the sensation tiptoes on pain, he moves to the other and heat rushes to my core.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve dreamt about putting them in my mouth? ”
A heated pleasure tears through me and pools at my center. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I’m grinding my clit into his delicious hard cock so much I nearly fall off the desk. I slide off, dragging myself down until my lips meet his, and slip my tongue against his.
His hand leaves my jaw, slides to my neck, and squeezes. I gasp with the limited air and it feels so fucking good. My knees tremble. I close my hazed eyes and let the incredible feeling of someone else being totally in control overtake me.
“Do you like this?” he asks.
I give a short, furious nod.
“Good.”
He leaves his large hand against my neck for a few more moments as his finger presses into my clit and a sharp shock of pleasure bursts through me. “Do you want this as bad as I do?” he asks, forcing my head back to look at his smoldering eyes. “I want to hear if you want this, too.”
My body quivers as I nod.
“I didn’t say nod,” he says in a deep, guttural tone. “I need to know how bad you want this.
Oh God, I need this now. Please. I’m panting and breathless. “Yes. Yes…”
“Say it,” he growls. “I want to fucking hear it.”
My ache consumes me. I’m in peril, fighting for relief, and I need to release.
My skin is on fire, sweat beads at my neck, and my lust-soaked moans fill the air.
I need Theo’s touch. His body. Him. He’s protecting me in the way that I wasn’t protected before.
He will save me from falling too hard. He will cushion the blow.
I’m ready.
I need Theo to fuck away my past.
“Please fuck me,” I whisper.