“I want your cock. I want it bad,” I confessed. “Stop punishing both of us and”—he rocked in at once—“Gahhdd.”
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
My teeth clamped on the flesh of my arm to contain my moans, feeling every vein, every ridge, every tortuous pull against my walls as he receded, lodging himself back in with almost the same force as the first.
Squeezing my eyes to distract myself from the hands that were starting to curl, my whole body focused on the one place where we were joined, something bigger and rowdier than butterflies stirring awake in my belly.
I trembled as he thrust inside me again before starting at a normal pace, my flesh indented with my teeth. I was biting down so much it hurt now, so I lifted my head from it and threw it back, my ass shot out with my hands on the wall as Theon rammed into me from behind.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t keep the sound at bay. It crawled up my throat like a scream, raw and desperate, begging to break free. My skin itched, burning under the surface, every nerve screaming at me to just let go. But I wasn’t allowed to. I was supposed to stay quiet, calm, in control. But how could I, when it was instinct? Like breathing, something I couldn’t switch off even if I tried.
I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste blood, but the pressure wasn’t enough. My chest tightened, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, until I swore I might explode if I didn’t release it. It was like trying to hold back the tide with trembling hands—impossible.
“Theon,” I squeezed out, breathless. “Fuck, I want to scream.”
“And risk everyone in here hearing?” he gritted very close to my neck. “Never.” His hand went into my hair and pulled down, mouth going to my neck. “You’re so fucking soaked, you’re dripping. Do I make you drip?”
“Yes,” I panted.
“Who else makes you drip?”
“Only you.”
I was rewarded with a bite on my neck and a brutal squeeze of my left breast. My nipples strained inside my bra as he did thesame with the right one, making me wish I was naked and he was tugging on my piercing with his teeth like he loved.
But I felt truly owned already. He was everywhere—solid, controlled grip in my hair, rough palm messaging my breast and a length pounding me relentlessly with a threat not to move or moan.
It was always like this with him, and I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to get used to it. I preferred never. I couldn’t believe he had a woman waiting outside while he banged another one in the changing room where anyone could walk in.
It was thrilling.
Suddenly, Theon set my hips higher, gaining another position inside me. My legs were on the verge of giving out beneath me at the change. I couldn’t hold myself up again. If I peaked, I would fall unless he supported me.
I was about to tell him that when he pulled out and turned me, shutting up my curse by shoving me to my knees. The swell between my legs was big and aching as I stared up at him, clearing the tears from my eyes.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his chest heaving, eyes dilated.
I took a look at the cock coated in my wetness and opened my mouth. I’d never done this before, and I didn’t want to hurt him.
“I’m not sure...”
“I know. Just open. I want to come in your pretty mouth.”
My heartbeat was still pounding everywhere, and it wasn’t the only thing beating that heavily.
“Open your mouth as wide as you can, tongue out and less teeth.” He palmed the back of my head, and after I did as instructed, he slowly pushed himself inside my mouth. The taste of myself on him was gratifying, suddenly understanding why he said my taste was addicting.
At first, he slid in and out of my mouth, brushing the end lightly as he held my head in place. Then he slowly went deep and pulled out, did it again and again, as if prepping me.
“I want to see you looking up at me with tears in your eyes when you choke, okay?”
I nodded, and he went into my throat, holding my head steady with a death grip on my hair. I raised my hands to his thick thighs, a foreign feeling of having a big, hard cock in my mouth assaulting me. Everything with him was new. Yesterday, he told me he’d fuck my ass one day, and that the day was lurking around. I didn’t know how I felt about that, considering it was a puckered hole and a kid could easily tell he wouldn’t fit inside. But he’d been serious. He wanted to invade and own every hole in me, he’d promised.
After a while of repeatedly shoving himself all the way to my throat, I swallowed and lifted a hand to wrap around his length, stroking it.
“Fuck,” he growled, my scalp bruising, and left me to it. For the first few seconds, I stroked loosely, loving the slick feeling of shooting my hand back and forth, then I fisted tightly, dragging from base to crown, occasionally licking the tip.
He loved that because he sounded pleased, so I did it again, glad that I was pleasing him like he’d done me a couple of times. Wanting him back in my mouth, I hollow my cheeks and took him until he was touching the back of my throat, tears springing out of my eyes.
