With a low, gruff noise, he pushed himself deeper and held me still. My throat burned and so did my eyes. I couldn’t even breathe, and I was choking, mentally fighting for air as he pulsed in my throat. When he pulled back a little, he allowed me a moment of rest then fucked steadily till he couldn’t.
Theon jerked out his dick and let his hand take over, moving up and down his shaft as veins strained out on his neck, his bodymuscles stiff. He wrenched my head back to look at me as ropes of his cum spurt out, and I needed not to be told to open my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around the head to lick the cum off it, moaning as I sucked and swallowed the thick, salty substance.
“You make me so fucking crazy,” he panted as he lifted me to my feet. The ache between my legs bloomed, wanting him to finish what he started.
But he began to tuck himself in.
I shot my hand out before I could think twice about it. “What are you doing? We’re not done.”
“We are. You found your orgasm and I found mine.”
I frowned, a second from throwing my legs out in frustration. “Yes but...but you left me hanging. You...you were—why are you smiling?” I was fuming at the obvious certainty that he would, in fact, leave me hanging as punishment, and all he could do was smile. Not helping. His face was making my walls flutter. “Theon, no. Don’t you dare. I swear I won’t let you come near me if you leave this room now.”
He ate the small distance between us after fully dressed back to normal, stringing his arm around my waists to pull me in for a deep kiss. I draped a hand around his neck and let the other one slide down his chest to his zipper.
He caught my hand and retracted, softly brushing his lips on mine after the kiss. “When you get back to bed, I’ll give you what you want. And remember, the earlier, the better.”
“Fuck you,” I whispered back, pulling away.
“I’ll let you.” With one last annoying scoop of my half naked body, he opened the door and went out.
“Asshole!”
Sexually frustrated and angry, I pulled up my trousers and slumped on the bench.
Ma’am Jeena heard the sounds and asked if that was what I meant by ‘take a break’. I apologised and obviously, she didn’t appreciate a certain man sneaking into her changing room to take away my free time.
She’d gone to him with a frown and slapped a hand on his table, confusing the girl—who surprisingly had waited for him. Ma’am Jeena didn’t say anything, just gave him a motherly scolding glare. Theon had tilted his head to singe me with a cold look across the room where I was standing behind the counter. And I pouted, rolled my eyes and went back to work.
Yes, I defended myself and told her it was entirely his idea and I tried to warn him off. She’d asked if he was my boyfriend, and slowly, unsurely, I had nodded. So she’d charged to his table with the idea that he forced me.
That was what he got for leaving me like that. I felt the swell between my legs during work and cursed him through.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and stood in my small closet, eyeing every top I had. Nothing particularly seductive in sight. Everything was either a tad too big, or big. I should have something of my size.
While rummaging through my clothes, I found some shorts and tossed them on my bed, still searching for something that would, even just a little bit, expose my cleavage.
My phone rang on my bed, and huffing, I walked through the pile of clothes and grabbed my phone, nesting it between my shoulder and ear as I got back to my clothes.
“Hey,” I chirped, lifting a brown top with a V-neckline, but I flung it away when I saw small holes in the fabric where I’d probably scratched it.
“How’re you doing?” Katy asked, sounding down.
“Good. I should be asking that. Are you good?”
“Hmm. Kinda. I need to talk to you about something.”
I nodded, moving back to the room to sit on my bed. “Listening.”
I could feel her hesitation from the phone as she went quiet for a while, slightly worrying me.
“Are you there, Katy?” I asked.
“Yeah...I...Ainsley. Is there something wrong? Like really wrong?” She sounded concerned and sad.
I stood up. “What? No. I’m good. There’s nothing wrong. What’s this about, Katy? I don’t like the way you sound.”
