“Theo…” My tone was a warning, all this teasing giving me some painful blue balls.
“I don’t know,” he said, turning his phone off and then slowly lowering himself back between my thighs again. “But let’s find out.”
He kissed the inside of my thigh and looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes before taking off his boxer briefs, followed by mine. Then his fingers wrapped around my cock again and he lowered his mouth over it with agonizing slowness.
“Fuck, Theo?—”
His hand tightened around me as his lips teased at the head of my rock-hard erection. My breathing was already uneven and he hadn’t even swallowed me yet. I found myself reaching down, threading my fingers through his hair, lifting my hips to chase his mouth.
I grunted when he pulled back, the teasing fucker. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“You survived yesterday,” he murmured, his breath on my dick making me shiver. “You’ll survive this.”
My head fell back against the pillow as I loosened my hold on his hair, letting him control the pace, since he was the one who’d started this. His tongue dragging down my length was achingly slow at first, like he was drawing this out—or maybe just allowing himself the time to enjoy licking me the way he’d said he wanted. There was still a hungry undercurrent, but it didn’t feel desperate the way it did before last night. Like now wewere safe, finally, and we could rediscover each other in a way we almost didn’t get to…
And then he was sucking me, greedy pulls that were warm and devastating, and fuck, I was losing every ounce of restraint I pretended to have. If his mouth wasn’t so busy, he would’ve teased me mercilessly for the sounds he was drawing out of me.
With my cock down his throat, he hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and my thigh jerked like my body wasn’t mine anymore.
“Oh God. Theo—” My voice cracked, and he lifted his head just enough to smirk against my skin.
“There something you need, Shep?”
“Yes—don’t stop.” I lifted my hips, chasing his mouth, and he sucked me deep inside, slow and intentional. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head as every muscle in my body wound tight.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
He always did.
“Theo,” I said, breathless as I felt myself begin to tip toward the edge, “I’m close.”
I was seconds away from coming,seconds, when Theo pulled off me with a slow drag that nearly killed me. I choked on a curse, staring up at him, his hair tousled from my fingers, lips wet, and eyes dark with the kind of intent that promised I wasn’t done suffering.
He crawled up my body, slow and predatory, and straddled my hips. His hands traced up my stomach, my chest, and up my neck to hold my face.
“You wanna come?”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I do.” He kissed me slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “I’m just deciding how I want you.”
A shiver of anticipation ran through me so hard I couldn’t disguise it, and when his name fell off my lips again, his mouth crashed back down on mine.
“Relax,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you,mon amour.”
My heart skipped a beat as he reached for the lube in one of the coffee table drawers. He got his fingers nice and slick and then shifted down just enough to kiss my stomach while his hand slid lower. He coated me in slow, lazy strokes, dipping his finger just past my entrance before pulling it back out, tormenting me once again, and I moaned.
“Good?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know what every sound I made meant.
“You’re teasing me.”
“I’m enjoying you. There’s a difference.”
“I think it’s both.”
A hint of mischief swirled in his eyes, his pupils already blown to high hell from arousal as he positioned his cock at my hole. I clenched at the couch cushions in anticipation, widening my thighs for an easy slide, and then I felt it, pressure as he punched inside, breaching the entrance and thrusting inside me inch by inch.
This time it was Theo who cursed, alternating between English and French as he continued to push inside.The fullness of him as he bottomed out, filling me so completely, had me losing my breath.
