When Theo emerges from the master suite, my chest clenches at the sight. Bare feet, damp hair, and heat in his eyes. It hits me just like it did the first time I saw him like that. Theo belongs here. Even more so now.
He stalks over to my couch, almost like Mulder does. Our cat must have a sense of these things because she is nowhere to be seen. Theo stares at the thin fabric of the pants I pulled on. I’m half hard and on display, lolling my head against the back of the couch.
“What were you thinking about?” Theo asks, moving in for a kiss. His hands rest on my thighs, thumbs stroking my inner thigh in a sexy-as-hell gesture. My stance instantly widens. He’s in nothing but one of my t-shirts. Drowning in it. Goddamn, I love our size difference.
“You.”
“Anything specific?” His hands trail low while I nip kisses and marks all over his lips and neck, head lowered to mine. He’s practically in my lap. I keep kissing him, his mouth on mine making me think of its other uses. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, sugar.” I whisper the words against his lips. “How you taste with me on your lips. How you can’t quite get all of me in. Fucking love that I stuff your mouth full of me.”
A little shiver of lust goes through him. Honesty gets him hot? Then I am more than happy to tell him how honestly gone for him I am. His kisses land all over my neck, as I lean back to encourage his body on mine. Then my brain fuzzes out as he slips my pants down, with the help of some hip action on my part, while kissing across my pecs. Little bites and kisses and sucks against my skin, my nipples, and my earlobes. My shoulders press back to the couch, dick aiming for the sky.
Theo climbs on the cushion beside me, knees on the couch, playing with the head of my dick in his mouth. His hands cup and fondle every part of me he can reach.
My eyes are greedy as hell for the sight of Theo’s bare ass in the air, my shirt slipping up to his ribs. He bobs his head and swirls his tongue, taking more of me down than ever before.
“Jesus Christ.” It feels so fucking good I don’t ever want it to stop; I want this to last. I reach down, under the hem of the shirt. Theo’s cock gets the long strokes it needs, each one causing a reverent hum in response around my dick. Coating my fingers with his arousal, I ease my hand back to his tight ass in the air.
Theo sputters around my cock, sucking and teasing the head as I swirl my slick fingers around his opening. Once I breach him, a long, guttural groan escapes, and my hips want to jerk up in response.
“Oh fuck, sugar. So fucking hot,” I mutter, watching the reflection in the windows to the outside. Theo’s head in my lap, my larger hand fingering him so well he’s practically in a cat-stretch pose—ass up, hips dropped. I put my free hand through his hair, not roughly, but controlling him from both ends.
Oh, fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.
I slip two fingers in his ass, this time with the aid of the well-placed lube. I move the hand on his head with a soft press. He takes me in until he chokes, almost enough to make me blow. I lift his stretched-out lips to mine for a sloppy, dirty kiss, and the change in position makes his hole press back against my fingers.
Without anything close to pressure, I direct his head back down to my cock. I’m hard as fuck and ready to come.
“Fuck my fingers while you suck me, baby.” I tease him, in and out, with a steady rhythm mimicking his mouth on my ready-to-blow cock. My body lighting up, Theo takes me farther and farther. His sloppy choking sounds driving me wild. I hope to hell he’s never able to take me in some clean, efficient blowjob. Just like this is fucking perfect.
When my orgasm approaches with a force I can’t stop, I press and stroke his prostate until he’s squirming in my hands. My hand on his head keeps him in place on my lap. He almost chokes on a moan hitting him at the same time I come in his mouth. I keep him in place until I’m done with the aftershocks, and his ass vibrates against my fingers.
“Come, sugar. Come on me.” Theo moans as my cock falls from his mouth, and he lets go as he raises up, still on his knees. Planting a steadying hand on my thigh, he gasps and strokes himself with his other one. I finger him, tilting my head back to see his face. Adam’s apple bobbing, his head falls back as he comes on me.
My lap is a sticky mess of spit and release.
I drag him to me for a sloppy kiss, too spent for much more.
Chapter 23: Theo
The phone on my side of Matt’s bed lights up, and I groan. Two days of sex and Matt and goddamn happiness.
Please, I beg the universe, let me hold on to this just a little longer.
I don’t believe this is my life. Not yet.
Matt groans, pulling me into him as his rings too. “Jesus. Someone better be dying,” Matt says, and we both go for our phones. He might joke, but it probably is serious. And if someone is calling both of us . . .
“It’s Jack.” I sit up quickly, dumping the bed covers to my lap.
Matt sits up just as fast.
“What’s going on, Jack?” Matt says, putting him on speaker.
“You need to look at the video Piper posted, with you two cooking at family dinner. It has exploded.”
“Exploded?”
“Four million views in two days and counting.”
