“I can’t.” I’m distracted by all his white skin dotted with a few random freckles. My hands explore his shoulders and upper back, committing all his muscles to memory. It doesn’t take long to forget about the team and concentrate on his hands on me.
Last time, I was nervous about doing something wrong. This time, I’m going to focus on him and the way he turns my dick to stone and my insides to mush.
“Why?” he growls, but doesn’t let go of my dick.
I want to see him. We didn’t take our clothes off last time, and I feel cheated. His hand is in the way of seeing his dick. If I had any experience at all, I’d drop to my knees and explore with my eyes and mouth.
Theo’s steady tugs send zings of pleasure through my entire body, and I forget how to breathe.
“Why?” he repeats, and I have to remember the question.
“I’m going to get my hair braided.” My brain shorts out as he twists his wrist and swallows my moan. My grip on his ass is so tight, I’ll probably leave marks.
I’m drunk on him and never want this to end. I want him in my bed to have him to myself. Theo’s intensity engulfs me. My mind slows, and my body is in tune with his.
“Hmmm.” Theo’s teeth sink into my shoulder, and my knees go weak as I whimper. I’m less concerned about getting caught than I am about him stopping. “I’ll come with you.”
I nod, not sure if we’re talking aboutcomingor my hair appointment. My legs stiffen and I shake.
“Come for me, Your Majesty,” he says seductively, and I do. He backs us out of the water and aims my release at him. I coat his pretty ruddy red cock while gasping for breath.
Green pools of desperation meet my stare, and I close my hand around his dick. He’s long and thick, and I drop my gaze to watch. His head pokes through my fist, and his slit winks at me. My cum is the perfect lubricant for smooth strokes. The overthinking part of my brain tries to warn me I’m figuring it out as I go. It doesn’t matter. He moves, I move, like a choreographed dance our bodies are spontaneously aware of.
Theo’s holding me as if I’m his. I’m dying to drop to my knees, but I can tell he’s close, and I’m intent on watching him come. Nicknames effortlessly roll off Theo’s tongue, and I wish I had one for him. Maybe his name means something that would be the perfect tag.
“Give me your cum.” I nuzzle into his neck and use my other hand to trace his crease.
Theo groans low in his throat. I capture the sound with my mouth and work him through his orgasm. We fall against the shower tiles, clinging to each other.
“You okay in there, King?” Griff asks.
Theo and I blink at each other. A slow grin breaks across his face, which I can’t understand.
“Good.” I clear my throat. “Be out in a minute.”
Theo kisses me hungrily, then pulls away. “Don’t leave without me.”
Chapter 24
Theo O'Keefe
Jamal steals another glance at me, and his hand twitches. I’m telling myself he wants to hold my hand, but I’m being ridiculous. It’s sex, nothing more.
He says it’s a shorter ride on the train than to drive, so once again, I’m on the subway. A couple of orgasms have scrambled my brain.
Joining him in the locker room shower was the worst, best idea I’ve ever had. Now I’ll want him every time. The covert operation was worth it to feel him come in my hand. Ten out of ten would do it again and again.
“You didn’t have to get me a hoodie.” He nudges me with his shoulder. He shouldn’t have to wear old, ripped sweatshirts, and clothing is something I can buy without getting John’s attention. I nod and change the subject.
“You going to the same cousin who’s an artist?” I ask to hear his voice.
“Yup. She’s a magician.” He pulls on a braid. “Hey, does your name have any significance? Like a family name, or what does it mean?”
I shake my head, piecing together how the conversation has taken such a sudden turn. “Not sure.”
“No wonder you’re so cocky,” Jamal scoffs with a hint of a smile as he shows me he searched my name on his phone. “Your name actually means God.”
I scan the definition. Theo is Greek in origin and derived from Theos meaning God and Doron meaning gift. Often short for Theodore or Theodora. “Oh yeah.” I pat myself on my back. “If the shoe fits…” I trail off, cracking up with laughter. “Why do you want to know?”
