“That’s not a thing,” I shout over the rain.
“Either way, you should go back to your house, dry off.” His eyes glance down at my shirt and then quickly shoot back up to my eyes. “Shit, Renley, your tits, your…shirt is hiding nothing.”
I press my hand to his chest. “I don’t care.”
And then I back him up to the brick of his house and stand on my toes, bringing my lips back to his. He’s hesitant at first, as the rain’s still coming down in sheets, drenching us, but when my tongue swipes at his lips, he growls into my mouth, picks me up, and then pins me against the house.
“Oh God.” I wrap my legs around his waist and I’m immediately met with his erection pressing into my core.
My skin instantly breaks out in a cold sweat from the feel of him. From my exploring, I already know he’s huge, but feeling him like this, it’s a whole other level.
His mouth explores mine, kissing, sucking, pulling, before he moves his mouth over my jaw and to the spot just below my ear. At the same time, his hand glides up my plastered shirt to my breast, where he finds my hardened nipple. He starts to play with it relentlessly.
“Fuck,” I whisper, allowing my hips to rock against his. I dig my hand into his hair, holding him close, not wanting this feeling to go away, not wanting him to pull away like I pulled away earlier. “More,” I say so softly that I’m afraid he didn’t hear me, until he pushes into me with his hips, creating a delicious friction between the two of us. “Yes, Theo.”
“Shit, Renley.” He thrusts again and then rubs his thumb over my nipple, over and over and over again, heightening the sensations roaring through my body. “Fuck, tell me to stop.”
“No,” I say while his lips work over my jaw.
“Please…tell me to stop.”
“Never,” I answer, circulating my hips against his, upping the friction, the tension.
I want this.
I want to combust.
I want to know what it feels like to be with someone like him.
I want to know how intimacy like this happens when you’re with the right person, and right now as my body skyrockets with pleasure—from his touch, his words, his pressure—I want to know that he can get me off like this. That because there is this connection between us, that’s all it takes.
“Get me off,” I whisper, wondering if he can hear me over the rain. I grip the back of his neck, anchoring myself and thrusting my core into him, feeling his thick length ride over me, wanting him to lose control. “Get me off,” I say again, a little louder this time.
“Fuck, Renley,” he says, pinching my nipple and making my head fall back, landing against the brick wall, but I welcome the pain, anything to distract me from this fast-approaching tension in my core, pulling, tugging every single nerve ending and creating this overwhelming feeling in the pit of my stomach…no, farther than that, right between my legs.
A throbbing sensation.
A pulse so strong that it’s stealing my focus, pulling me away from everything else that’s happening.
And with every pinch to my nipple, every thrust of his hips, he’s driving me closer and closer and closer until…
“Oh fuck, Theo.” My head buries into his shoulder, my legs clenching together as the most delicious, glorious, hot feeling climbs through me. I clench around him tightly, riding out my orgasm as he pulses harder and harder and harder…
My back scrapes against the wall, because he’s unrelenting, but it’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt. Just when I think he’s going to pulse one more time, he stills and he groans into my ear.
“Fuck,” he moans, his body releasing just like mine.
Oh my God, that was…that was so freaking good.
After a few seconds, he kisses my neck, my jaw, and then my lips, pulling me back into the present from the cloud I was just floating on.
When he pulls away just enough for me to look him in his eyes, I see the satisfaction, but also the worry.
“Shit, are you…are you okay?”
I nod, playing with the wet strands of hair on the back of his head. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I…I lost control.”
