“No, you don’t,” he said. “You just want to know if this means something.”
He shoved his hips forward slightly, his other hand moving to unbuckle his belt. My breath caught. And suddenly, it wasn’t about anger anymore.
It was aboutneed. Desperate. Unforgiving. Honest in the way words never were.
“You came out here to drive me crazy,” he muttered, fingers trailing along my cheekbone. “Now you’re going to face the consequences.”
I didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. Just smirked and licked my lips. My hands reached for his waist, finding the warmth of his smooth skin beneath his untucked shirt.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Make me pay for it.”
The air between us turned molten. His touch wasn’t cruel—but it wasn’t gentle, either. It was ownership. It waspermission.
Saliva pooled in my mouth and I yanked his slacks and boxer-briefs down, freeing his erection that slapped against his abs, leaving a sticky trail of precum. I sat back on my heels and opened for him the way I always did—mouth, body, all breaking open under the weight of how much I hated needing him.
That was the real truth of it. I didn’t want anyone else touching me because no onecould. No one else made me burn the way he did. No one else saw me this clearly—stripped-down, messy, mouthy, desperate andhis.
Theo wrapped my hair around his fist, holding my head in the position he wanted and thrust straight into my throat until my nose was buried in the thick thatch of hair at the root. My hands braced on his thighs, as he fucked into my throat like it was his personal cocksleeve. Chest heaving around moans I couldn’t contain. I forgot how we’d even gotten here.
All I knew was the hand in my hair, the low sounds he made every time I hollowed my cheeks, the sweet, broken curses he muttered above me like prayer.
“You ruin me,” he groaned. “Every fucking time.”
I swallowed every word. Every promise unspoken.
Precum burst across my tongue and I swallowed it down, dipping my tongue into his slit, desperate for more of this musky, salty taste.
“Fuck, yes.”
His head tipped back on his shoulders, eyes closed as he lost himself in the heat of my mouth. He thickened on my tongue, growing impossibly harder. I swallowed around him every time he bottomed out.
“I’m not going to last,” he moaned, eyes springing open and locking on mine. A bolt of electricity shot through me, igniting in my veins.
My cock pulsed with need. I unzipped and pulled it out, stroking with one hand in time with his thrusts, my balls full and heavy.
“Hand.”
I blinked up at him in confusion. Theo never lost his punishing rhythm when he pulled my hand off my dick and pinned it above my head.
“I want you to use my cum to get yourself off.”
With his words ringing in my head, I sucked harder, rolling his heavy balls in the palm of my other hand, fingers teasing along his taint until I felt his rhythm falter. Hips stuttering, he held me against him and flooded my mouth with his cum.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered and slowly pulled out of my mouth. “Tongue out, I want to see it.
Doing as I was told, I stuck my tongue out, feeling the weight of his load on it. Theo groaned, swiping two fingers through his release before ordering me to spit it into his hand.
“Up.”
Like he pulled my strings, I was standing before his words registered in my lust-addled mind. Theo pushed me towards the tree and I had to brace my arms against it to avoid disaster.
“Holy-fucking-shit,” I shouted when he wrapped his hand tightly around my shaft, working me over so hard and fast I came in seconds, painting my release all over the tree holding me up.
And when it was over, he licked his hand clean, grabbed my jaw, and pulled my head backward, crashing our mouths together like he needed to taste himself on my tongue. After, he held me against the tree, his forehead pressed to my temple, eyes closed, breathing me in.
And I willingly let him.
Because I didn’t know how not to.
