“Please…”
His tremulous plea wrapped around me, my restraint hanging by a thread. “Please what?”
Theo whined low in his throat, chasing my mouth as I continued to tease my lips against his, never quite touching.
“Kiss me. Remind me who I belong to.”
My lips slammed down on his, devouring his needy groan that shot straight to my dick. I swept my tongue inside and the first taste of him made me ravenous for more. I rose up on my knees, tilting his head back and taking complete control. This hadn’t been our usual dynamic. I loved being at his mercy, but now he was at mine, mewling and clawing at my back as we ravaged each other.
“You belong to me, baby,” I growled into the kiss, grinding down on his erection. He moaned long and rough, thrusting up against my ass, desperate for friction. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.Fffuck, only yours…”
I tugged his hair hard enough to tilt his head back, staring into his eyes, his pupils nearly eclipsing the blue. I was shaking with a need that only he could satisfy. I needed something more. I needed to hear him say it.
“Tell me I’m beautiful…”
His eyes widened a fraction, something fierce and reverent in his gaze. Something I had missed beyond all measure.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Dawson. I can barely fucking breathe around you...”
I shivered at his hoarse, sweet voice, molten honey pouring in my ears. His praise lit me up inside like liquid fire running through my veins. I moved a little faster, heat blazing a trail up my spine as I rode him. We moved together seamlessly, a rhythm we knew by heart.
“I’m so close,” I gasped, rocking faster, harder, driving us past the point of no return.
“You gonna come for me, Mercury? Come on, baby. Show me how badly you want it and soak yourself with your cum like the perfect boy you are.”
The rough command pushed me over the edge, my release exploding out of me. Hot spurts flooded my boxers and I bit down on Theo’s shoulder to muffle my shout. He groaned loudly as he tensed underneath me.
“Oh,fuck fuck fuck…I’m coming.”
Theo tossed his head back, his body convulsing from the strength of his orgasm. I drank in the sight, memories swirling. Theo was breathtaking when he came apart for me.
He panted heavily, holding me close as we came down from our mutual highs. His lips brushed my sweaty temple in a sweet kiss and the gesture crumbled the last brick of the wall between us.
“Don’t hurt me, Theo,” I begged in a wrecked whisper. “Don’t break me again.”
“Never,” he swore fervently. “I swear to you, I will never break us again. I’m all in. This time, we’ll be stronger together, Mercury. We’ll be fucking bulletproof.”
Chapter 22
Theo
Ireread the paragraph for the sixth time, no closer to understanding it than I had been ten minutes ago.
Fuck my sadistic Sociology professor for giving homework the first week of classes. I hope his coffee is never the right temperature and his khakis fucking wrinkle.
I slammed the book closed with a huff, trudging into my kitchen. I opened the fridge and stared at the contents longingly. I was starving after waiting the last two hours for Dawson’s Friday evening practice to end so we could eat together.
Since last weekend when he’d come over and agreed to give me another chance, we’d been inseparable outside of classes and his practices. We reconnected effortlessly as though no time had passed, two halves becoming whole again. We fell into an easy routine of texting all day, having dinner at my place, watching TV, and just enjoying each other’s presence.
We also made out like a couple of horny teenagers every day, but we hadn’t made each other come since the last time on the couch. It was like we had a tacit agreement not to rush things, to wait until it felt right again. It was strange since we knew each other’s bodies better than our own, but four years was along time. In a lot of ways we were relearning one another, discovering new things that had grown in the other’s absence.
But each day we were growing more impatient, more eager, that unquenchable desire that had always been there bubbling just below the surface. Dawson’s need radiated from him and I wanted nothing more than to spend hours worshipping his body like it was our first time. All he had to do was say the word.
I would be as patient as I needed for him to be ready though. I considered myself on probationary status with him, so his comfort was all that mattered. All might have been forgiven, but it wasn’t forgotten and I had to prove to Dawson that his heart was safe with me this time around.
I wanted to sweep him off his feet again, to show him that my world started and ended with him. I used to love doing the most romantic shit I could come up with when Dawson and I were dating in high school. I took great pride in the deep blush that would steal over his skin, darkening those beautiful, pale freckles that I’d catalogued with my tongue over and over.
