Shit.
He was generous for giving me five seconds. I needed just three seconds.
Three—
He gave the side of my breast a sharp slap.
Two—
His digits curled deep inside. His fingers twisted my nipples.
One—
His hand disappeared from my chest, going down to rub my clit.
And that was it. My soul signed out of my body. I jerked and spasmed, my heels drilling holes in the sheet as I came with a cry, clenching his fingers hard enough to stop them from moving. But they moved regardless, not breaking rhythm as they fucked me through my orgasm.
I was convinced the headboard would break with how strong I pulled, like it could plead Theon to stop. I began to lose myself when his fingers deepened and twisted, as though wanting something else from me, more than I could give.
I thought it was impossible to have another orgasm when the previous one was yet to die, but Theon proved me wrong, wringing another scream out of my throat with his relentless fingers.
My head felt light as my back arched off the bed completely, muscles strung tight, body quivering helplessly. My heart was so loud, it was deafening. I was a slave to sensation, to him. It was impossible to break free or move away since he held one of my legs captive, and neither could I close my legs because his body was preventing me from doing so.
“Theon, oh...fuckingplease!”
He was everywhere I never knew fingers could touch, and I was feeling everything I never knew a body could feel, so much that I wanted to pass out from it.
“Damn yes.” I felt it before I heard him. The third orgasm. I climbed, spiralling higher and higher, every second pushing me closer to the edge of something vast, and my body couldn’t decide if it wanted to explode or fall apart. I was everywhere, nowhere, lost in the dizzying waves of ecstasy that made it impossible to breathe, to think. Only to feel.
To feel as liquid wet my thighs and skin as I sobbed—holy fuck,did I just squirt? Never in my entire life had I done that, or even had a fleeting thought that I would.
I wanted to move, but hell if I had any strength left in me. He’d sucked all my energy dry and he was not even done.
My thighs shook in his grip as his mouth came down on my very sensitive pussy, sucking and groaning around it as if he’d just won a lottery. Fuck him. That was why he dragged out the orgasm for that long. Gosh, I wished there was some way to pay back his ‘kindness’ because I was a second from passing out right on that last orgasm.
Theon trailed kisses up my stomach to my chest, pausing to take my nipples in his mouth before stopping above me, his eyes staring right into mine proudly.
“That was good. You did so fucking well.” He leaned down to kiss me, but pulled away almost immediately.
He was right. It was good. Too good. So good I was still feeling it everywhere.
The sound of his zipper pulled me back to reality, and the strength to move whooshed into me with a force. I’d be damned if I didn’t see the moment Theon pulled out his cock.
His eyes never left mine, and the edge of his mouth tilted up when he sensed my intention, getting off the bed to take off his shorts. He was back immediately, kneeling between my legs and stroking his cock that had me stop breathing.
How should I put this? He was the type of size that society would throw stones at. And no, not in a bad way. But in one that screamed ‘monster, he’s not one of us!’ type of way. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating but holy shit—how many times have I said that tonight?—he was not something that my walls would accommodate without him tearing through.
I’d only been fucked by one person. And he was dead. He was the only boyfriend I’d ever had—crazy how a search for a job and busy life could affect one’s life. But it wasn’t just that. My blind dates never worked. The next day after the meet up, I wouldn’t be able to reach them again. Like they totally cut me off after seeing my face. It was tiring and depressing so I stopped it. I probably was never meant to have a boyfriend.
But thinking deeply, Theon might have something to do with that if truly he was stalking me in Melbourne. I wouldn’t put it past him.
A small slap on my pussy jolted my mind back, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to keep the cry contained. I stared at the man between my legs. Hell, he was really naked. Two hours ago, it had been a fantasy, but it felt like I just won a front row ticket to see it splay out in front of me live. He was beautiful, better than my fantasy.
He nudged my entrance with the head of his cock, and I took in a sharp breath, mentally readying myself, my fingers digginginto my palm to hold back from telling him it would hurt or it wouldn’t fit. I doubted it would stop him.
“Relax,” he warned, lifting my hips with one hand.
Yes, I’m doing a great job relaxing.
