Theo’s breath hitches, and he nips my earlobe.
I whisper hoarsely, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
He inhales sharply, and the heat coursing through me ratchets up to inferno levels as I palm his hard cock and he pushes into my hand.I slip down the wall, and he leans his hands on the wall, watching me with hooded eyes.I drag his boxer briefs and pants down at the same time.His cock is hard and ready for me, and I wrap a hand around his shaft as I suck his head into my mouth.
Theo whispers a series of words in French.FuckingFrench.Like my panties aren’t wet enough.I have no idea what he’s saying, and I don’t care.It makes me move faster as I slide him in farther, swirling my tongue.He drops one hand from the wall and tangles it in my hair.He doesn’t try to direct me, he just holds on and lets me set the pace and depth.What he doesn’t know is that every groan and pant and French word is what has me going faster and deeper.It’s also making my clit throb and my whole body ache.So when his head hits the wall, and he lets go of my hair and uses both hands to haul me up to my feet, I let him.
“I need your pussy now,” he growls and aggressively kicks off his shoes, pants, and underwear.He storms to his bedroom area as I stay by the door and peel out of everything below the waist.
He stalks back to me.The light from the range hood over the stove is the only light on, so he’s all shadows as I watch him carefully slide a condom over his cock and then pull his shirt over his head.Completely, gloriously naked, he comes back to me.And I wish for a second he would just stand there and let me absorb the work of art that is his body.He’s got abs on top of abs, and his skin is pristine, not a tattoo or a blemish… except for the scars on his arms.His muscles by his hips form the deepest, sexiest V I have ever seen in person.I want to trace it with my tongue.But I don’t have nearly enough time to take it all in because suddenly Theo has me up against the wall, off my feet, held in place by the pressure of his naked body against mine.
“Legs.”It’s a one-word, grunted command, but I don’t need more.He cups my ass so I can lift my legs and wrap them around his waist.“Shirt.”
He starts pulling my shirt, and I help him get it over my head, dropping it to the floor.His head dips, and he sucks on the sensitive skin above my collarbone.I can feel his length against my center, and I want so badly to drop down on him, take him, but I’m pinned into submission by his rock of a body and the wall.“Fuck me.Please.Now.”
“Impatient,” Theo chastises, and I kiss his ear, my tongue tracing his earlobe.
“I’m helping you out.Sober sex practice, remember?”
“Fuck off.Tell me you want it,” he says and reaches down to position himself right where I need him to be.His head pushes into me, but quickly disappears.I groan in frustration.“Say it, Summer.”
Oh fucking hell, why does it make me more turned on that he’s using my pseudonym?We stare at each other, foreheads almost touching, and I want to fight him on this, because I’m stubborn to a fault.But I also really want to come, so I give in and whisper, “I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for days after I come around that perfect cock of yours.”
His mouth drops for a second before he smiles.And then he pushes inside of me in one solid press of his hips.My head thumps the wall behind me, and I sigh in relief as my eyes close, and he starts to fuck me exactly how I asked.
“Good boy,” I moan, and he moves even faster.
It doesn’t take long before we’re both teetering on the edge.Theo suddenly moves us off the wall while still inside me and walks me over to the kitchen.He drops my ass onto the end of the countertop and starts to move inside me again, slower.“Look at us.”
I glance down to watch him slide in and out of me, and a shiver rattles my spine.His thumb moves between us, slipping through the wetness we’ve created and over my clit, and that shiver turns hot.I break, my orgasm racing through me as I tip my head back and moan.“Oh fuck.Yeah…”
He slams into me harder, faster, and then groans my name as he comes too.
A couple minutes later, he kisses my shoulder and wraps his strong arms around my back.“Hold on.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him, and he carries me to his bed, slipping out of me as he lays me on the rumpled sheets and kisses my forehead.
“I’m going to take care of this.”He points to the condom covering him and then goes to the bathroom.I look around and see an old Vegas Vipers long-sleeved T-shirt on top of some sweats at the foot of his bed, so I grab it and throw it on before slipping under the duvet.When he comes back, I’m snuggled in, and he smiles at me.“You look good in my bed.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I ignore it.
“You look good out of your bed.”He glances at his naked body, muscles still jacked from the sexual exertion, cock softening but still impressive.“I noticed you don’t have any tattoos.”
“Neither do you,” he notes as he climbs into bed beside me.
“I’m scared of needles.What’s your excuse?”
He rolls onto his side, facing me, and reaches out to pull me closer.I ignore the fact that this isn’t standard post-hook-up protocol.I should be getting dressed and leaving.Maybe high-fiving him on the way out?We’re really not doing this right.
Theo kisses my bare shoulder gently.“Isn’t it weird to be scared of needles but work in a medical type of field?”
“I don’t have to administer drugs or injections or anything,” I say and bite back the urge to tell him I’m thinking of changing careers.It’s not something a hook-up needs to know.“So why don’t you have tattoos?”
“I haven’t figured out what I want permanently marked on my skin.I do think about the irony that I would rather do stupid shit, like climb a roof tanked, then say fuck it and get a tattoo,” he says as he studies my face, gaze darting from my mouth to my nose to my eyes.“My mom doesn’t have any.My dad has one massive one on his side that means so many things.Like it embodies his entire life because he’s added to it as he’s gotten older.”
“What is it?”Tattoos and their meanings have always fascinated me as an artist.Well, a hobby artist.
“AFleur de Lisbecause he’s from Quebec originally, but inside the outline, there are guys playing that are supposed to be him and the Garrison brothers, my uncles.And then in the bottom is a rose, because my mom’s name is Rose.He added my initials and my sister’s after we were born.”
