I shove him back against the door, palms flat on the hard slab of his chest, feeling his heart slam against my hands like it’s trying to break free.
He lets me pin him there for half a breath, then his hands clamp my hips, fingers digging into denim so hard I’ll wear the marks tomorrow. I drag my tongue up the side of his neck, tasting salt and the faint sting of his aftershave, and he shudders, a low sound rumbling in his throat.
I bite the tendon just below his ear—sharp, deliberate. His grip tightens, yanks me flush against him. I feel him already hard,thick against my stomach, and the knowledge sends a hot pulse straight between my legs.
My tank top is thin cotton, damp from the kitchen heat. He fists the hem, drags it up slow enough that the fabric rasps over my nipples before it’s gone. Cool air hits my skin; his mouth follows, open and wet on the slope of my breast. He doesn’t bother with the bra clasp—just shoves the cup down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking hard. My back arches: a moan slips out before I can stop it.
Jeans next. His belt buckle clinks, then the button, the zipper. I shove the denim down his thighs, and he kicks them off. His boxer briefs are black, stretched tight, the head of his cock already pushing past the waistband, slick with pre-come. I palm him through the fabric, squeeze, and he hisses my name like a prayer and a curse.
He drops to his knees without warning. My shorts are gone in one rough yank, panties dragged down with them until I’m bare, thighs trembling. Sunlight stripes the quilt behind me, and dust motes swirl in the golden light. Theo’s hands spread me open, thumbs pressing into the crease where thigh meets hip.
The first lick is slow, flat, from my entrance to my clit. My knees buckle. He doesn’t let me fall—pins me to the door with one forearm across my hips, the other hand sliding two fingers deep inside me. I’m soaked; the sound is obscene, wet, and desperate.
He curls his fingers, finds that spot that makes my vision spark, and seals his mouth over my clit. Sucks. Hard. His tongue flicksin tight, ruthless circles while his fingers fuck me in a steady, filthy rhythm. My hands fist in his hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, and he groans into me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.
I’m close, embarrassingly fast, but he knows.
He pulls back just enough to blow cool air over my clit, watches me whine and squirm. Then he dives back in, tongue lashing, fingers scissoring, stretching me open. I grind against his face, shameless, chasing the edge he keeps dangling just out of reach until I reach my release.
He spins me so fast my back slams against the door, the impact rattling the frame. Theo’s mouth latches onto my nipple, teeth scraping, tongue swirling, sucking so hard my knees buckle. I arch into him, fingers clawing at his scalp, begging for more.
“Bed. Now.” The words tear out of me, hoarse.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs locking around his waist, his cock sliding along my soaked folds with every step. The friction is maddening. When he drops me onto the mattress, the springs groan under us. I scramble back, thighs already spread, panties shoved to the side, slick and swollen and aching.
Theo crawls over me, eyes black with hunger. He drags his tongue up my inner thigh, biting the tender skin hard enough to leave a crescent of teeth marks. Then his mouth is on me—finally—no teasing, no mercy. He spreads me open with his thumbs and dives in, tongue spearing inside me, lapping upevery drop like he’s starving. I scream into the pillow, hips bucking, but he pins me down with one forearm across my stomach.
He eats me like his life depends on it—sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking it fast and ruthless, two fingers plunging deep and curling hard against that spot that makes my vision spark white. The wet sounds are obscene, echoing off the walls, mixing with my broken moans and the slap of his hand working himself at the same time.
I’m close—so fucking close—when he pulls off with a filthy pop, blowing cool air over my throbbing clit. I sob, thrashing, but he just chuckles, dark and wrecked, and flips me onto my stomach.
“Ass up, baby.”
I obey instantly, face buried in the quilt, back arched, dripping down my thighs. Theo’s hands spread me wide, and then his tongue is back rimming my entrance, licking lower, teasing my clit from behind until I’m shaking. His fingers replace his mouth, three now, stretching me open, scissoring, while his thumb circles my ass in slow, filthy circles.
“Please—Theo—”
He lines up and drives into me in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep I see stars. My walls flutter around him, trying to adjust to the stretch, the burn. He doesn’t wait—pulls back and slams in again, setting a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit with every stroke. One hand fists my hair,yanking my head back; the other reaches under to pinch my nipple, rolling it hard.
“Fuck, you’re tight—gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else,” he growls, voice shredded.
I push back to meet him, the headboard banging the wall, the bed creaking like it might collapse. Every thrust grinds against my G-spot, every slap of skin sends sparks up my spine. I’m babbling—his name, curses, pleas—until he flips me again, hooks my knees over his elbows, and folds me nearly in half.
He drives in deeper, grinding against my clit with every roll of his hips. I rake my nails down his back, hard enough to draw blood, and bite his shoulder to muffle my scream. He snarls, thrusts, and turns erratically.
“Come on my cock, Rachel—now.”
I shatter—pussy clenching, squirting around him, vision whiting out. Theo follows with a guttural roar, hips jerking, pulsing hot inside me, filling me up until it leaks down my thighs.
We collapse sideways, still joined, sweat-slick and trembling. His hand cups my jaw, thumb brushing my swollen lips.
“You’re fucking addictive,” he murmurs, voice wrecked.
I laugh, shaky, legs still wrapped around him, unwilling to let go.
***
The ceiling fan spins lazy circles above us. I’m flat on my back, chest still heaving. Theo rolls onto his side to look at me.
