“Please.”
The wine made it easy to ease the tip of my finger inside her ass and twist it, letting her feel what that fullness was like. We’d explored here a little before, but from how she was grinding back on my finger already, I think she wanted to go even further.
“Theo, I want more,” she confirmed, so I spat on her hole before pushing my finger in all the way, kissing the side of her thigh when she shuddered. She made a sound like ‘oh’ and sat up straighter to give me better access, still working my cock, but so very slowly. Agonizing rubs of my shaft to keep me on edge, but not over. Not enough. My hips jerked to chase sensation, and she laughed before it fell into a fresh moan.
I pumped my finger, unwilling to push a second in and hurt her until she was 100% ready. “We need lube,” I said then, kissing her inner thigh.
“Wh-what?” she sighed.
“Lube,” I repeated. “We need lube.” With care, I lifted her off me and rolled us so we were face to face. I kissed her senseless, tasting myself, the fruit and cream, and her, all mingled into one. It was a sloppy kiss, no rhythm, only spit and teeth and tongues clashing, our hands roaming, grabbing and clawing at each other to get as close as possible.
I could just slip into her pussy now, fuck her into the filthy sheets until she screamed, then pass out together. But she wanted more. So she would have more.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Where are you going?” she asked, sitting up on her elbows while I climbed off the bed and wrapped a towel around my waist.
“I’m going to find us some lube.”
I was willing to bet there was some in the master bedroom. No way there wasn’t a stock of dirty sex supplies tucked away somewhere in there. Connor for sure had a secret kinky side to explore. So, I ambled down the length of the hall to the other end of the house where Connor slept and tried the door.
The house was deathly quiet, not a creak or a peep from anyone, so the hinge whining sounded like the clatter of a pan against another. But nobody woke up.
Partly because there was no one to wake up. Connor wasn’t in bed. Though the sheets were rumpled and the room was shrouded in darkness, there was no one here.
Weird.
Thinking he was downstairs getting a drink or some shit, and would be right back up, I yanked open the bedside table drawer and found what I was looking for buried beneath a book and a few containers of painkillers.
Lube now in hand, I headed back to Vi.
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Theoburstbackintothe room looking like the cat who got the cream, brandishing the lube bottle like it was the biggest prize to have claimed. He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but match it. It was so nice to just exist with each other. Even if we had to be quiet, this was all I ever wanted. Him and me in a bubble no one could breach.
“Get on your stomach and spread those legs, beautiful. Like I said before, I’m not done with my meal,” Theo said as he moved closer to me across the room, every inch the sex god as he whipped his towel off and presented that still-hard cock, bobbing and pointed right at me as he walked. It was slick from my saliva and the fruit I’d squeezed over it, looking so delicious I wanted to do it all again, and his balls hung soft and fuzzy, bouncing behind. He was gorgeous.
Resisting that urge to suck on him some more, I did what he asked, as always loving it when he commanded me like this. To be told what to do, but for it to be for my pleasure, not his, delightful. On my belly, there was less pressure on my thigh, too, so I was happy to be there.
Theo was bringing me back from whatever that was, once again taking the brunt of my pain and turning it into something to live for. I clenched up in anticipation when the bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on, and he didn’t give me a second to get used to it before his soft mouth was on me, kissing along the small of my back with a soft hum.
He poured something cool onto my skin, making me shiver.
“Cream,” he murmured, warm breath fanning over my skin. “It looks so good running over your spine.” He sighed, running warm fingers through the cool liquid. “On your knees, beautiful.”
I did as he asked, shifting to my knees, curving my spine. The cream settled in a pool where my back dipped, cold, but warming with my body heat.
“Stay still while I fuck you with this strawberry,” Theo demanded, running the fruit over my skin before squashing it against my ass cheek. He pushed his fruit covered fingers into my asshole, working some of the flesh inside me while I stayed as steady as I could, sighing from the hedonistic joy of it.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to eat that back out.”
“Do it, then,” I cried. “Please, Theo.”
He devoured me. Humming as he savored the sweet taste, licking his tongue inside my body, pressing into my asshole and chasing every bit of that strawberry, flesh, juice, all of it. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and I found myself pushing back, wanting more.
The sheets stuck to my skin as my entire world focused on what Theo was doing behind me.
