Theon leaned in and bit my ear, rubbing his palm over the skin that burned. “That is for doubting my feelings.”
“I don’t doubt—” I choked on the last word as his hand came down on the exact spot again, the sound echoing off the walls.
“Shh, and stick out your ass for me. Your hands on the wall.”
Flattening my hands on the wall, I did as he said. I trapped a moan in my throat when he ran his hand through the crevice of my ass down to my pussy, giving it a not so gentle massage.
“Hmm. So ready,” he rumbled in my ear, his cock against my ass as he slid his hand back and forth on my clit. I fisted my hand on the wall as he got rough with it, dying not to make a sound even though every fibre in me wanted to scream.
“Pull down your panties,” he ordered, and I lopped my fingers around it and tugged it down from my ass. “Place your hands back on the wall and flatten them. Don’t fist, and don’t make a sound.”
I nodded, though I couldn’t promise that.
He found my clit and let his hand stay, now rubbing instead of sliding. I sucked my lip in between my teeth and stood on my toes, shooting out my ass as my heart raced. One big hand was spreading my ass cheeks, and the other was between them, his finger pressed on my swollen nub, rubbing.
My legs were turning jelly and my inside was crawling with sensation as he stopped rubbing and started flicking, increasing my wetness until I felt it slide down my legs to my ankles.
It was unfathomable how fast this man could get me wet. I never knew there was a higher and mind-blowing degree at which a woman could get soaked until him. Not that I’d met a lot of men or had a lot of experience, but sometimes, I get all wet during sex like my thighs had been drenched in water.
I shut my eyes and moaned in my throat, my fingers curling in as his own fingers kept slipping smoothly over my clit.
“Fist your hands and I’ll stop.”
I opened my palms, a cry breaking out.
“Please,” I begged, although I was not sure what for.
“Please what?” he asked, and I tossed a quick look down over my shoulder to see his cock hard and straight, my walls weeping with the need to be filled by him.
“Please,” I repeated with a moan, my knees jerking as he resumed back to rubbing, alternating between flicking and sliding.
Fuck shit.
Every muscle in me ached to reach back to hold him as my stomach tightened, body jerking with an incoming orgasm.
“If you lift your hand away from the wall, I’ll stop,” he threatened, flicking faster.
So fast I came. Hard.
I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand came around my face, muffling the sound immediately, his fingers pressed down on my clit as a wave of orgasm swallowed me.
My hands had left the wall, clutching his shirt like he was the only one who could keep me grounded as shivers whacked every inch of my body. When his hand left my mouth, I was breathing hard, my heart drumming everywhere, tears clinging to my eyelids.
Theon grabbed my right leg and placed my feet on the bench, canting my hips before dragging his cock over my folds, smearing it in my arousal.
“Your hands back on the wall.”
The said hands shook with anticipation as they met the wall.
“Do you want it?” he whispered in my ear, teasing my entrance.
I arched my back, nodding.
“Say it.”
“I want it.” My voice broke as I obeyed.
“I don’t understand it.” He pushed the head inside and slid out just a second later, groaning in desire.
