His dick slots against mine as he ruts against me, the friction maddening. His weight pressing into me is everything, and I can’t believe I went from sleeping to this so damn quick.
Theo rolls his hips again, gasping in my ear, and I grip his ass in my hand, forcing him down on me harder. Forcing him to speed up.
“Fuck,” I groan when he shifts a little, lining us up better. “That’s it, sweetheart. Does that feel good?” He nods rapidly against my throat. “Kiss me.”
I’m half expecting him to say no, but he surprises me by raising up and slamming his mouth down on mine. His hands slide into my hair, and he tugs on the strands as he whines into my mouth.
Pulling away with a gasp, he buries his face against my shoulder and picks up speed with his hips. He seems lost now, chasing pleasure, and I want to give it to him so fucking badly. I want to feel him inside me. I want to watch him fall apart.
“Fuck me, Theo,” I moan, using my grip on his hips to slow him down.
It’s unnecessary. As soon as the words leave my lips, he stills, then pulls back to stare down at me with wide eyes. “What?”
“I want you inside me. Fuck, so bad.”
His jaw drops open. “What?”
My brows draw together. “What do you mean ‘what’?”
“You wantmeto…”
I nod slowly. “If you don’t want that, it’s okay.”
He studies my face, then frowns. “You don’t… I didn’t realize you…” Shaking his head like he doesn’t know what else to say, he stares down at me in confusion before breaking eye contact and looking away.
My heart speeds up. Did we just stumble on a trigger? “Theo?”
Still, he doesn’t look at me, so I carefully cup his jaw. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Big blue eyes snap back to mine. “Hey, did we… Did I trigger you?”
He slowly shakes his head. “No.”
“Then what’s going on?”
“I guess I didn’t think that was a possibility…”
I’m not sure what he means by that. “Huh?”
Theo’s brow furrows. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes?” I’m so confused. Wait… “Can I ask you something?” He nods. “Have you had sex since…”
“Since Damien?” he asks softly. “No. Well, I mean… not apart from you.”
“And was he your first?” Theo falls silent. “I’m assuming that’s a yes, then.”
Nodding slowly, he looks away from me again. “Hey, eyes back on me, gorgeous.”
His cock, which had softened, starts hardening against my hip as his eyes find mine. “Do you like that?” I ask quietly, searching his eyes. “When I tell you to look at me?”
He inhales a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “I shouldn’t.”
“Says who?”
His face twists into a grimace. “The years of abuse I suffered? The years I spent being controlled?”
It would be easy, I think, to let myself be upset about that. But I get what he’s saying. “This is not that, though.”
Theo nods. “I know, but…”
