“Relax. I’ve got you,” he assures me, pulling me closer. His hardness presses into my ass, and my mind goes blank. “I’m going to take care of you. Ipromise. Ijust need a minute to calm myself down.”
My gaze sweeps over the cars in front of us. I’ve never done anything like this, but as long as I can stay quiet, I feel safe here in the dark corner, with everyone’s attention on the movie.
Theo’s lips graze my neck. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about touching you like this?” His hand slides up my thigh agonizingly slow, fingers tracing the inner seam of my pants. But before he reaches where I’m achy for him, he slips back down. “How much I want to kiss you when you glare at me? How hard I get every time you say something snarky? How desperate I’ve been for you to want me like this?”
Heat pools in every corner of my body. Idig my nails into his thighs, and I spread mine wider as his hand slides up again. But he bypasses my core and glides all the way up to dip beneath my waistband.Finally.My stomach tightens with anticipation.
When he reaches the lace of my thong, a pained noise leaves the back of his throat. “Fable.” My name sounds like a reprimand this time. “What are you wearing?” His fingers travel over the top of the fabric like he’s analyzing every detail. “Describe them.”
I bite back a grin. “Lacy. Maroon. Thong.”
He fists the thin band at my hip. “Fuck,” he says, sounding like this is awful news.
“Matching bra, too,” I tell him, pushing his other arm up.
“I want a picture of you in only this.” He cups my breast, then strokes his thumb over my nipple. Imoan louder than I mean to. “Shh, sweetheart. This is our secret back here. You can be quiet, right?”
“Mm-hmm.” I can feel my pulse pounding in my neck, my stomach, my core.
He presses a kiss to my jaw. “Good, because I really want to make you come.” His fingers finally—fucking finally—dip into my thong and slide down where I need them. With a low groan,he parts me, gliding his touch over my clit. “Oh, Fable. You’re so wet already.”
A hot, electric feeling blooms in my stomach, and I melt into his leisurely movements. He explores me slowly, like he has all the time in the world, but I could combust at any moment. Iwhimper, sounding so desperate it’s almost embarrassing.
“Your little sounds,” he murmurs, bringing his lips to my throat. “God, they’re fucking perfect.”
My hips twitch, grinding me between his hand and his cock, and a sharp grunt leaves his chest. Pleasure swirls through me as he glides a finger inside, satisfying that empty feeling that’s been plaguing me for weeks.
“Please tell me you’re still okay,” he whispers. “I don’t think you’re breathing.”
“I... Ican’t breathe, but it’s— It feels good.” I move my hips again, chasing the friction. “Don’t stop.”
The air mattress squeaks a bit as he shifts, sliding almost all the way out and then back in, his thumb working over my clit in slow circles. His other hand slips up under my bra and palms my breast, dragging a low moan out of me.
I try to wedge my hand back between us, needing to touch him, make him feel this good, but he presses closer against me with a teasing, “Nuh-uh. This is about you.”
Fine. If he won’t let me touch him, I’ll keep grinding back against him until he gives in.
When I do, he chuckles, like he knew that plan before I did. “Oh, the claws are coming out. You gonna punish me?”
“I don’t have claws.” I gasp when he pushes into me with two fingers, and the pressure grows exponentially.
“Hey, I love your claws. Scratch me the fuck up. Ican take it.” He does some curling movement and hits a spot that makes me whimper. “Oh, right there, huh?”
Everything is too good. His touch. His words. The arrogant smile I can hear in his voice. Twitches of pleasure are barreling down my limbs. It’s going to be over too fast.
Frustrated, I grind against his erection, and this time, he lets a moan slip out.
“Right there, huh?” I tease back, breathless.
With a dark chuckle, he doubles down, working me with the kind of precision that tells me he was just playing with me before. Itilt my head back, trying to delay the orgasm I can already feel building. Isilently curse myself for being so fucking desperate that Theo’s hands have me this close to the edge within minutes.
But, of course, he realizes what I’m doing. He nips at my earlobe. “Don’t fight it.” Velvet lips coast over my jaw. “Let me have it.”
“I—” When his fingers curl again, I lose my ability to speak.
“You what?” he coaxes playfully.
“I don’t want it to be over,” I admit.
