His grip tightens on my thigh, holding me in place as he dips two fingers into my core. Iclench around him, my hips squirming greedily, chasing the pleasure that’s just out of reach. It’sso close. I’m a burning fuse, about to erupt—
But Theo drags his mouth away. His fingers slip out of me, leaving my body pulsing around nothing.
I audibly whine, not caring at all how I sound. “Whatare you doing?”
He licks his lips, flashing that annoying lopsided grin. “Oh, did you want to come?”
Chapter 29
Theo
She’s going to kill me.
Eyes blazing, she shifts her leg, but I catch it before she can move. Iwant her to stay exactly where she is, so I glide my fingers back into her, keeping her still.
“Y . . . Yes. P-Please,” she stammers, breathless.
“What do you need, Fable?”
Instead of telling me, she tugs at my hair, bringing me closer. The little burst of pain morphs into pleasure, but this close, I can’t stop myself from tasting her again. Heryesis a breathy whimper. Iflick my tongue over her, pumping my fingers, as she cradles the back of my head, holding me in place.
I wind her back up, focusing on getting her to the edge again, licking and sucking until I can feel her legs trembling beside my head and her muscles fluttering around my fingers. Her back arches, her grip in my hair tightens—
“Sweetheart?” I pause, keeping my fingers inside her.
She dips her chin to glare at me. “What?I was so close,” she whines.
“I know,” I soothe, circling my thumb slowly over her clit, givingher just enough to keep her in place. “But I have a question.” I don’t, really. I just want to annoy her until she’s begging for it.
Nostrils flaring, she shakes her head. “You can ask after I come.” She grabs my hair again, pushing me toward her.
With a dark chuckle, I resist, not bringing my mouth back. “Awfully bossy when you’re desperate, huh?” I wait until her eyes burn like hazel embers and her cheeks turn scarlet.
Perfect.
“Fuck. You. Theo,” she growls.
I laugh, hearty and loud. “Keep being mean, sweetheart. It only makes me harder.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “Please. Ineed...” She squirms, grinding herself against my hand. A startledohleaves her lips as she realizes she can chase her own pleasure, and she works herself more firmly.
Dammit. She won this round.
I reward her by curling my fingers and bringing my mouth back where she wants it, and her satisfied moan burns through my ears. Just as I hoped, she tastes even sweeter when she’s annoyed with me.
She writhes against my tongue, begging for more. Iwait until her hips are canting and her moans are getting longer, and fuck, this is agony for me, too, but I pull away, ready to rile her up again.
“You’re theworst.” She tips her head back, bumping the mirror.
“But I thought I was a good boy?”
Gripping my hair, she glares down at me. Wildfire burns in her dark eyes. “Theo Nikolaou. Be a good boy and make me come.”
The thrill I feel at thatgood boyis unrivaled. More endorphins than all the runs I’ve ever been on combined. Her nails dig into my scalp and all the air rushes from my lungs, and this time, when I bring my mouth to her, I don’t stop.
Ican’tstop.
It only takes a few moments before she’s screaming, soaking me in her pleasure, and I lap up every bit of the reward I worked for as she moans my name and pulses around my fingers.
