Making love to Theo was a musical experience, every stroke inside him like a perfectly strummed chord. I licked and nipped and kissed at his skin, finding the right notes to play that would bend the pitch of his moans or increase the volume of his cries. The sound of our bodies coming together was a beautifully filthy melody that echoed through my soul, a flawless harmony that was beyond reckoning.
Theo was nothing but a chorus of needy sounds and grasping fingers as his body tightened around me. I closed my fist around his dripping length and pumped him in time with my thrusts.
“You’re getting close…I can feel it,” I rumbled in his ear. “Come on, baby. Let go and come for me…”
As soon the words left me, Theo shouted his orgasm as he poured over my hand, covering me in ropes of hot cum that set off my own release. I roared as a cascade of pleasure slammed into me with Theo’s hole strangling my cock and milking me dry. Stars exploded behind my lids as I lost sense of time and the force of the sensations consumed me.
When I came to, I was lying on top of Theo as he sifted his fingers through the sweaty strands of my hair. I peeked up to find him watching me, an amused smirk on his flushed, sated face.
“Sorry I ruined your plan,” I mumbled into his collarbone.
“You can ruin my plans any fucking time you want if that’s the outcome, babe,” he snickered.
We finally pried ourselves off each other and showered together, which was a feat since Theo couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. Yesterday he’d been insatiable as though he was making up for the month we went without sex by cramming as many orgasms as he could in the twenty-four-hour period before we went home for the break.
Theo was restless all morning on the drive home, like he had a low hum of energy just below his skin. He changed the music in the car every other minute and fidgeted with his hands and feet to the point that it was makingmefeel restless. I tried to shove down the worry that bled through because he had been in such a good mood since Saturday. He did seem like my Theo again, that light inside him that never failed to brighten my world finally flickering back to life.
We turned onto the long driveway and noticed the chaos unfolding in the front yard as I slowed the car to a halt. Dani raced after Stella who was on the warpath towards Uncle Don, her head continually butting at his groin each time she got close. He made the mistake of turning his back on the goat and she charged, her horn catching him in the seat of his pants and we heard his howl of outrage even through the car windows.
As we climbed out of the vehicle, Uncle Don let out a slew of loud curses as Stella bleated at him, unrelenting in her quest to nail him in the goods.
“My nards are not a fucking piñata! I will roast you over a fire for dinner, you demon spawn!” Don yelled. Dani was becoming increasingly useless as her laughter turned into silent wheezing and she bent over, attempting to catch her breath.
Theo’s own cackling subsided long enough for him to whistle at Stella who miraculously stopped attacking and trotted in ourdirection. I instinctively stepped back, my hands cupping my junk protectively. One time was more than enough to learn my lesson.
“What did that mean old Uncle Don do to my sweet girl?” Theo cooed at the evil creature, petting her while she cozied up to his side.
“I fed her,” he gritted out. “Apparently she ain’t ever heard you shouldn’t bite the junk that feeds ya.”
“Good advice for goats and blowjobs.”
“Ugh, barf! Why the fuck would you say that around me? You are corrupting my innocent ears,” Dani complained dramatically.
“Hell,Idon’t want to hear that shit and my ears are anything but innocent,” Don chimed in.
“Sweet Jesus, can we just put the ball-chomper in her pen already and change the subject?” I begged. Dani helped Theo lead Stella to her enclosure, leaving me and Don to head inside.
“Have you talked to your Dad yet?”
I should have seen that one coming after I told Uncle Don about my plans to quit football and pursue music, as well as the struggle I had coming clean about it.
“I haven’t found the right time.”
“Kid, that’s an excuse. There ain’t no such thing as ‘the right time’. You just come out with it and hope for the best,” he chided. “Pops and my baby brother are hard asses when they want to be, but they love you and once they get over the shock of it, I know they’d be supportive as hell. But dragging your feet ain’t helping matters.”
I groaned internally, knowing he was right and hating that fact immensely. I was still pussy-footing around it and I was running out of time to tell them without the whole thing blowing up in my face.
“I’ll tell them this week, but after Friday’s game.”
His brow hiked up in disbelief, but he merely grunted and gave me a hard slap on the back before trudging off to the kitchen. I went up to my bedroom and dropped onto my bed, blowing out a heavy sigh. I didn’t realize I’d drifted off until I was gently stirred awake by featherlight kisses against my neck.
I moaned and tilted my head with Theo taking full advantage of the open, submissive gesture and sucking a deep bruise into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I hissed at the exquisite pain, but managed to push him back far enough to take in his hooded eyes and mischievous smile.
“Be. Good,” I growled, pecking a quick kiss to his lips. The pout that graced his mouth was so damn adorable I almost said “fuck it” and let him take me right there with the door wide open. “Later, baby.”
“Ughhh, you’re no fun...”
“Yeah, I know. I suck,” I teased.
