“Stuck…up. Frus...tratin’” Theo pulled a face. He had me pressed against the wall now. I'dlethim do that.
I hummed in agreement.
Theo leaned in closer, our noses nearly touching. His mouth moved to the other side of my face, lips grazing my jaw and cheek.
“You know…you’re just…really…annoying.”
Theo moved his mouth right over mine.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t. The effect this boy had on me was insane.Hewas insane. Our breathing was in sync. Theo was standing so close to me that I could feel the rise and fall of his chest against my own. My gaze flickered down to his lips then back to his eyes, longing filling me. But that wasn’t possible. We couldn’t do anything.
“You’re drunk.” I croaked “you don’t-“
Theo cut me off, lowering his mouth onto mine, his hands still gripping the front of my shirt like he would lose his balance if he let go. He probably would.
The kiss was slow at first, mainly because I was so shocked and taken off guard, but then I responded, moving my lips with Theo’s. My breath hitched as he bit down on my bottom lip, then soothed it with his kiss.
I had my hands low on his waist, gripping him tightly, pulling his hips against my own.
I brought one hand to the side of his neck whilst the other was moving down his chest. It travelled lower and lower until my fingers brushed the front of his jeans. He gasped into my mouth. I took my lips off Theo’s and brought them down on his neck. His breaths were getting heavy as I sucked on his skin and moved my hand over the front of his pants. In turn, he let his hands roam my body, up my shirt to caress my back, and to the front to rub his hand down my smooth, toned abdomen. His touch sent little jolts through my body. I yearned for more.
Theo’s hands went lower, to the top of my pants, before he made it to the button of my jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly, popping the button before slowly lowering the zipper on my jeans. I sucked hard on his neck, rejoicing when it caused Theo to let out a loud moan. He sounded sogoodwhen he did that.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked against his skin. I had a voice in the back of my head that kept reminding me that Theo was drunk.
He didn't answer. Instead, he lowered himself to his knees in front of me, grasping my pants and boxers.
It didn’t take long for us to make it to Theo’s the bed. Or I hoped it was Theo’s, because if Stryker found out it was his…
My rough hands moved up and down Theo’s skin, up his back then down to his waist.I gripped Theo’s waist tightly, pulling him closer so that our stomachs pressed together as my mouth laid open over the skin of his neck, biting and sucking.
The teen threw his head back, exposing more of his neck to me, and let out a long groan of pleasure. I’d do anything to keep him making those noises.
I was relentless, moving my mouth up his neck, to the centre of his throat, and up his jaw. I brought my rough fingers of my left hand down to Theo’s hip, then to the side of his leg dangerously close to his back side.
Theo hissed when I bit down harshly on the skin between his shoulder and neck.
"F... fuck," he cursed, running his hand through his hair. "You like doing that, don't you?" He asked, voice strained, as soon as he’d managed to gather his bearings.
I bit down on the skin again, then moved my tongue over it."Yeah," I responded shamelessly, letting out a shuddered breath, moving my lips up his jaw, but never meeting his mouth. Theo moved, trying to connect our lips, but I held his head in place.
I shook my head.
"Not yet."
Theo groaned.
I chuckled and continued on his neck. I brought my hand down his stomach, to Theo’s front.
“Matthew," he moaned. "Matt."
I pulled away from him briefly to look at his face. He was staring at me intensely, his pupils, that had already been dilated from the alcohol, blown wide.
"I want you," Theo said, staring right into my eyes. "I want..."
I brought my mouth back to his neck, peppering it with kisses.
"What do you want?" I asked him, mouth against his skin.
