He scrambles up from the floor, races to the bed, and jumps on it. He lies on his back without even having to be told, and I smile as I join him, climbing onto the bed and moving up his body.
His cock stands proud, teasing me with how it juts out from his body. My eyes home in on the piercings glistening with his movements.
Jesus, is there anything else he’s got pierced that I don’t know about?
Eager to see what they feel like in my mouth, I place both hands on either side of his body and lean down to engulf the tip, my tongue tracing along his veins and the balls of the Jacobs Ladder.
Theo moans, grabbing handfuls of my hair, pushing me down, and almost gagging me. I love everything about this moment—the way his head’s tilted back, his jaw’s clenched, and his toes curl. I did this.Me.
I smile around his length, bobbing up and down before gently gripping his balls in my hand and rolling them around.
“Fuck, Blake. You keep that up, and I’m going to come down your throat,” he grits out, hands clenching tighter in my hair, almost like he doesn’t want me to stop.
Chuckling, I release him from my mouth and climb up his body to sit on his lap. “Condom?” I ask.
“I’m clean,” he replies seriously. “I want to feel every inch of your cunt wrapped around me, but if you’d rather we use one, that’s fine.”
I lift my hips, take his cock in my hand, and guide him to my entrance before sinking, oh so slowly, down.
“I’ll take that as a no to the condom, then,” he chokes out, hands gripping my hips like a vice.
“Not there,” I reply before grabbing his hands and placing them on my boobs. They’ve always been sensitive, and I want him to touch them while I ride the fuck out of him.
“Yeeees,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
Rolling my hips, I find my rhythm, slowly moving backward and forward, my eyes on Theo at all times. His gaze meets mine, but neither of us looks away. If anything, having him looking at me, his pupils blown wide with lust, makes me all the more desperate for him.
He thrusts up under me, hitting exactly where I need him to, as he tweaks and pinches my nipples. My hand automatically reaches downto my clit, the wetness from my earlier orgasm making it easy to glide across.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers in awe as he watches me ride him. His eyes dart everywhere, not sure where to land—his dick, my hand on my clit, or my breasts.
“You’re gonna come for me like a good boy,” I coo breathlessly, needing him to finish with me. I’m so close to falling over the edge, Ineedhim with me.
“Yes!” he exclaims, eyes drooping shut for a moment before he forces them back open, not wanting to miss a second.
We’re both slick with sweat, our bodies slapping together only making it hotter between us. He fucks up into me harder, faster, and matches me as I move my hips, groaning and grunting in perfect rhythm.
One last swipe of my clit has me screaming, “Theo!”
He explodes with a roar, filling me up with his cum, his movements just as jerky as my own as we both ride out our climaxes. I immediately flop against his chest, my body completely satiated and unable to move.
We lie there, both breathing heavily, his arms wrapping around to pull me closer to him. I can feel his cum leaking out, but I don’t have the energy to care. He’s given me another thing I didn’t know I needed—control during sex. Something to know going forward with any future partners.
I freeze, the thought making me feel sick.
Theo must sense my unease as he wraps me tighter. “It’s okay, firefly, I’m right here.”
Is this a mistake, trying to have a relationship with him when it could all go horribly wrong? What if Oscar gets caught up in this too?
I heave asigh, my head a mess of confusion. Theo gently shifts out from underneath me, and I roll onto my side, watching as he goes to the bathroom. I need to leave. I need to get out of here and think.
Climbing out of bed, I search for my clothes and put them on quickly. If I’m going to have this conversation with him, I need to be fully dressed.
Hands wrap around my waist as a whispered, “Oh no, you don’t,” sounds in my ear. “I’m the one who spirals, not you.”
I turn in his arms. “I’m sorry. I just… I need space to breathe. This is all so much, and I don’t know what to think. Up until recently, you hated me, and now with you knowing about Oscar and… that”—I point to the rumpled sheets—“it’s all gotten so complicated.” I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
He cups my cheek, tilting my face toward him. “It’s only as complicated as you want to make it. I want this to work. I want to see where we go from here… as a family. Let me prove to you I’m not going to fail you again.” He kisses me softly, and I melt into him, clutching at his arms for support. “Please,” he adds, drawing back.
