“It’s three in the morning. Rupert is half dead, tongue hanging out, drooling all over his goddamn pillow.” Theo’s voice is low, almost scratchy, as he continues to kiss along my neck while his fingers gently rub against my clit.
I spread my legs, sinking into his chest, my ass pressing against his erection as he takes over.
“That’s it, love,” he whispers and then brings me to a chair in the kitchen. He sits down first and then pulls me down onto his lap. He grips the hem of my shirt and tears it over my head, leaving me completely naked in his kitchen. “This fucking body,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder.
He hooks my ankles with his feet and spreads my legs wide as he leans back and brings both hands to my front.
“You fucking ruin me in the best way,” he says as his hands cup both of my breasts. “And because you ruin me, I want you begging for my cock.”
He releases my breasts and then takes two fingers and gently circles them, never touching my nipple, just playing with me, spreading goosebumps all over my skin. He drags them down my cleavage to my stomach and then slides them dangerously across my pubic bone. My hips thrust up involuntarily before he repeats the process with my breasts, growing close, but never close enough.
The sensation is ripping through me, lighting me up, creating a wave of desire that rolls through me, the kind of need that has my legs spreading wider, my chest rising higher, and my skin tingling, pleading for more.
“Theo,” I gasp as he barely passes over my nipple. “Touch me.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re teasing.”
“Same thing,” he whispers while his thumb passes over my nipple.
“Fuck, yes, please, play with them.”
“Think you could come from me playing with your stunning tits?”
I nod. “Yes. But I don’t want to.”
“Why not?” he asks, dragging his thumb over my nipple again while pairing it with a kiss to my neck.
“Because I want your cock.”
“Mmm, you like my cock, love?” His mouth finds the other side of my neck.
“Love it.”
“Good answer,” he says just as he rolls my nipples with both hands, pinching just enough to please my body.
“Oh my God, yes,” I say, not minding that I’m in the kitchen of Theo’s house with his friend just upstairs. “Yes, Theo.” He continues to roll. Moving my hand between my legs, I start to play with myself when my hand is quickly snatched away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Helping,” I say breathlessly while my body hums.
“I don’t need help, and this pussy belongs to me. You don’t fucking touch it without my permission,” he snaps.
“Does that mean your cock belongs to me?” I challenge.
“You owned my cock the minute your eyes met mine,” he whispers, soothing my soul with his words.
Then he takes my fingers that were rubbing my clit and he slips them into his mouth, sucking them, his tongue swirling around each digit until he’s completely satisfied.
Or at least I thought he was.
“I need more,” he says and then lifts me off his lap and bends me over at the waist so my ass is right in front of his face. “That’s more like it,” he says before his mouth finds my clit and he starts lapping me up.
“Jesus,” I whisper. I’ve never been in a position like this.
My legs shake as I try to maintain balance.
