SIXTEEN
FINLEY
“Theo?”I question, squinting so I can make out the dark silhouette in the doorway. Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert, but my pulse gradually begins to slow when I realize that I’m not, in fact, about to be murdered. The towel that I had dropped several minutes ago is back around me, the plush terrycloth bunched in my fist as he pushes the door open and steps inside.
“Finley, I didn’t—” he rushes out, shaking his head rapidly. “I was worried because you weren’t downstairs. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I had no idea…”
I exhale a relieved breath, my befuddled expression relaxing as he sputters his defense. He’s adorable with his pink cheeks and the little beads of sweat forming on his temples, but I can’t stop my eyes from roaming south and locking onto his noticeably hard dick.
God bless gray sweatpants.
Can I get anamen?
I raise a brow, pretending to be cool when I’m feeling anything but. I may have felt like I was knocking on death’s door earlier this week, but thanks to the power of modern medicine, I’m ready to see what else Theo excels at in the bedroom. Regardless of the fact that I’ve been sick, I haven’t forgotten the way he ate me like his last meal, and I’m in desperate need of a couple more mind-blowing orgasms. Not to mention, I really want to return the favor.
“Were you spying on me?” I chide, biting my lower lip. He swallows, the look on his face telling me that he’s still a little unsure of what’s happening, so I decide to make my intentions explicitly clear.
Finding every ounce of confidence I can muster, I release the towel, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes go wide, jaw falling open in shock as I stand before him, completely nude. I’ve never been particularly self-assured with other partners, but everything is different with Theo. He makes me feel wanted. Sexy.Beautiful.
I erase the space between us, my hips swaying with each deliberate and sensual step I take in his direction. He’s completely frozen, save for the quick, shallow pants that leave his lungs as I stop right in front of him.
“Well?” I ask, flattening my hand on his chest and slowly—painfully—dragging it down. His breath hitches as I ghost over the dips and valleys of his defined abs, finally stopping when I reach the drawstring of his sweatpants. I curl a finger around it, glancing up at him with an innocent look plastered across my face. “Did you at least like what you saw?”
He glitches for several seconds before noddingrapidly, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he actually finds the words. “Yes. So goddamn much.”
A devious grin pulls at my lips, my touch falling lower until I’m cupping his cock. “You’re hard,” I state, feeling it twitch in response. My mouth waters when I grip him through the fabric, stroking slowly as he sucks in a sharp hiss. “I want to taste you, Theo.”
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, hands shooting out to my waist. I’m not sure if it’s because he wants to touch me, or because he’s unsteady on his feet, but I don’t give a shit. I’ve never felt this powerful in my life, and I want more.
Wrapping my free hand around the back of his neck, I yank down until our lips come together in a searing kiss. He immediately reciprocates, pulling me closer. I’m still massaging his erection that’s trapped between us, the soft fabric of his sweats rubbing against my naked stomach. There’s nothing hotter than making out with Theo Calloway without a shred of clothing on when he’s fully dressed…except for maybe the small, reserved whimpers he feeds me as I jerk him up and down.
I greedily swallow every sound, giving him some of my own when his fingertips find my ass cheeks and glide into the cleft between them. I’m soaking wet, arousal beginning to coat my bare pussy lips as our tongues dance wildly. I could kiss this man all night—and probably get off from it at this rate—but if I don’t feel him in the back of my throat soon, I may actually pass away.
He chases the kiss when I break it, but I’m already dropping to my knees in front of him. His brows furrow with concern, hands reaching out to stop me.
“Fin, what are you doing? You can’t?—”
“Can’t what?” I ask defiantly. “I’ve been dying to suck your cock. Are you telling me you don’t want it?” A million different conflicting emotions pass over his face in rapid succession, but heat and desperation are at the forefront. I toy with the band of his pants as he considers, knowing damn well he’s about to give me exactly what I want.
“Fuck it,” he rushes out, scurrying over to the bed. Confusion washes over me for a split second, but when he returns with a pillow and drops it to the floor, I can’t stop my heart from doing a little flip in my chest.
“Please,” he says, swallowing thickly. “I don’t want to hurt you. Kneel on that for me, okay?”
I huff a quiet laugh as I do what he asked, settling my knees into the soft down pillow before returning my hands to his waistband. He grabs the hem of his shirt, peeling it over his head and tossing it aside…and now it’s my turn to short-circuit becauseholy Greek god.
I’ve seen Theo shirtless before, but in this position—him towering over me while I’m looking up submissively—I can barely stand it. He’s perfection, with golden tan skin stretching over rock-like muscle. Rows and rows of defined abs lead down to the most mouthwatering Adonis’ belt, making my tongue itch to run down it.
Pulling at the elastic around his waist, I peel his pants and boxers down, licking a trail along the deepline as I go. His erection springs free, so thick and hard that it almost smacks me right in the face as I make my way toward it.
Why the hell am I turned on by that?
As a serial people pleaser, I’ve never been into degradation during sex. Being praised and told what a good job I’m doing normally gets me off. But I can’t deny the way my inner walls clench at the thought of Theo slapping me with his cock, teasing and taunting as I beg for a taste. Maybe it’s because I trust him completely and know that he’d never cross the line of actually hurting me. Or maybe I’m just a slut for him. Either way, I’d totally let him push the boundaries of what I’ve wanted from other partners.
I wrap my fingers around his wide, veiny shaft, looking up at him as I swirl my tongue around the head. He exhales a shaky breath when I take him between my lips, his hand threading through my hair and pushing it back so he can see.
“I’ve dreamed about this moment for over a year,” he gasps when I slide down further. “I can’t believe it’s actually happening.” My only response is a deep moan as precum leaks from his tip, the salty flavor making my pussy throb with need. I’m so worked up that a stiff breeze could set me off, but I focus on him, wanting to return the type of mind-blowing pleasure he gave me nearly a week ago.
Bobbing up and down, I let saliva gather on my tongue, using it as lubrication to fit more of him inside. I long to take every hard inch down my throat, gagging and sputtering as he uses me to feel good. Getting lostin my filthy thoughts, I enjoy the way his muscles clench and release while I work him toward the edge. It’s euphoric, and it’s turning me on more than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
