“Harder,” I begged. Theo angled his hips up and nudged my prostate. I keened at the electricity that coursed up my spine.
“Goddamn, I’m not gonna last,” he growled, his warm breath puffing against my lips. “Get there for me, baby. I want to see you shoot everywhere like my perfect little slut so I can fill you up like you need.”
I had forgotten how dirty his mouth could be and a shudder ripped through me at how much I loved it. His hand closed around my shaft and I whimpered at his touch as he stroked me in time with his thrusts.
A low string of curses rushed out as prickles of heat spread through my groin. Theo drove into me faster, hitting that perfect spot and I exploded with a cry as the orgasm he demanded split me in two. My back bowed off the mat, cum erupting from my tip and covering my stomach and torso.
“That’s it, Mercury. Fucking come for me, beautiful. You want my load?”
“Please please please,” I chanted deliriously, every pump of his hips drawing out my orgasm.
Theo’s pace grew urgent as he moved in and out of me. My name tore from him on a shout, his hot cum spilling inside me. He kept going, pushing his release as deep as it would go, marking me like I craved.
My heavy arms went around his back, clutching him to me as he buried his face in my neck, aftershocks still rocking both our bodies. Eventually, he carefully pulled out of me and I winced at the sting, feeling the loss immediately. He rolled onto his back next to me, playing with my fingers beside him. I squirmed uncomfortably as his cum slowly trickled out of my used hole.
“What is it?”
“Uh, I just need a towel or something. I kind of forgot whatthatfeels like down there.”
“Oh, shit…”
“What?”
“I don’t have anything to clean up with.”
A sharp noise burst out of me and Theo whipped his head toward me. Another sound bubbled up and then I was laughing uncontrollably, my abs clenching painfully as I wheezed.
“What the—what’s so funny?”
“Just…you thought of every fucking thing…except that,” I choked out, fighting for air.
Theo snorted, his laughter joining mine as we struggled to calm down, and I was pretty sure we were just delirious from our euphoric orgasms. He crawled over to grab his undershirt and gently wiped me clean, my heart stuttering at the intimacy of the gesture.
When he was finished, he slid back onto the pallet with me. We turned on our sides towards one another and I knew his smile mirrored my own. My cheeks ached from it, muscles stretching that hadn’t felt this used in years.
A peaceful silence blanketed us as we basked in the afterglow, hands roving slowly over each other, not to arouse, but to cherish, recommitting every detail to memory. We drifted closer without conscious thought, ending up tangled together and exchanging lazy, sated kisses.
I didn’t want to overwrite a second of our shared history, only create new ones to add to our story. Theo said nothing had changed between us, but he was wrong. As much as we loved each other before, we were still teenagers, naive and innocent of what it meant to truly love someone. We grew up, experienced pain, and struggled without each other. Now we knew what was at stake. What we had to lose.
We might not have made it without enduring what we had, both the highs and lows, all the lessons learned. Our love grew up just like we did and it just might have saved us.
Chapter 27
Theo
Forty two.
That’s how many gouges were in the wood table top in front of me. I counted them five times to be sure. My head was offline, buzzing with static and disconnected from everything around me. For a moment, I even forgot what I was doing there or who I was with. It was difficult to concentrate on anything other than dragging in oxygen. And counting gouges.
“Theo, do you want a refill?”
Someone nudged my shoulder and my head rebooted enough to catch that Aly had asked me a question, pointing at my empty soda. I shook my head, awareness surfacing once again. Aly and Nate had dragged me to lunch between classes.
Without Dawson.
Who wasn’t here.
Fucking away games…
