Brushing my thumb along his jaw, I search his eyes. “Anything you like or don’t like is fine. If you like me taking a more dominant role in bed, there’s nothing wrong with that. I have no interest in controlling you. I just want to make you feel good. Nothin’ else.”
Theo’s lashes flutter as he grinds against my hip.
I bite back a smile. “Do you want to fuck me, sweetheart?”
He doesn’t answer with words, but he gasps low in his throat, rocking his hips again.
My cock thickens against his body. I really tried to keep it together, but the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is staring down at me with flushed cheeks and hooded lids, like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, and I’m only so strong.
“It would be so good,” I murmur softly, smiling as his breath hitches. “I bet you’d feel so fucking good inside me.”
Theo moans, his hips stuttering like he’s losing control as much as I am. Sliding my hand down his back, I cup his ass and urge him along. He slumps into me, pressing his cheek against mine as he gasps.
I nuzzle his jaw, nipping at it lightly with my teeth. “I’d take you so deep.” Kissing along his jaw, I hum. “Feel you stretching me open…” Fuck, just the thought alone… My dick throbs, and my hips shift under his.
He whimpers, loud and desperate in my ear as he ruts against me harder. My breathing grows more labored as Theo rocks against me, his cock leaking through his boxers and streaking my skin. Jesus Christ, that’s so fucking hot.
“I could ride you,” I breathe, running my tongue along his throat and collecting the slight tang of salt on his skin. “Sink down on you and fuck myself on your cock until you’re losing your mind.”
He breathes out a shaky “Fuck” and stills, his chest heaving against mine. Sitting back, he locks eyes with me. “Do you mean all that? Can I, really?”
His voice is tentative and trembling, but his eyes are fuckingburning.
I nod. “Yes. Did you think I didn’t?”
“I don’t know. I think I just assumed…”
Cupping the back of his head, I draw him down to me for a kiss. He melts into me, moaning into my mouth as I sweep my tongue past his lips. The way I want him should be studied because it can’t be natural. As it is, I can’t remember a single time in my life that I’ve wanted another person this badly.
Breaking our kiss with a gasp, Theo rests his forehead against mine. “Can we?” he asks, lips brushing mine with each word.
A groan escapes me as my cock pulses. “Yeah, we definitely can.”
Without another word, I flip him onto his back and climb over him. He blinks up at me with wide eyes, his jaw falling open with a sharp inhale. I press my lips to his, then to his nose, chin, jaw… down his throat to the hollow. I drag my tongue over his Adam’s apple, feeling his moan against it.
Sitting up on my heels between his spread legs, I grip the hem of his t-shirt. “Can I?”
Fear flashes in his gaze, but he nods. “It’s just really ugly. I hate the idea of you seeing it again.”
I shake my head, not breaking eye contact as I help him sit up. I stay there for a second, holding the bottom of his shirt in my hands. “It’s not ugly, gorgeous. Nothing about you is. It’s just part of you. Like your stunning blue eyes and the little curly-Q hairs by your ears.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” He darts his gaze away. “It’s a big fucking scar covering my entire torso.”
“I’m not lying, Theo.” Carefully lifting his shirt up and over his head, I toss it to the side. Placing a hand on the center of his chest, I push him backward. He goes easily, and when he’s sprawled out in front of me, I dip my head and press a kiss to his sternum.
The scar runs from under his left nipple, down across his stomach, and ends above his right hip bone. It’s fully healed, and in some places, it’s silvery white and barely visible. In others, it’s more pronounced, raised, and slightly red.
I run my finger over it in a featherlight touch. “Does it hurt?” I ask, glancing up at Theo.
His eyes are squeezed shut like he’s sure this is the moment I’m going to turn my back on him. Like he’s got himself convinced I can’t possibly mean what I say, and maybe it’ll hurt less if he doesn’t have to look at me.
In reality, I’m slightly relieved that he’s not looking at me. Not because I’m worried that he’ll see disgust or pity or anger. No, I’m mostly worried he’ll look and see that I’m falling miserably and wholly in love with him, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t hide it if I tried.
“No,” he finally whispers.
Starting at the top, right under his nipple, I press my lips to his scar. He inhales sharply, his body going tense. “Do you want me to stop?” I whisper, looking up at him.
He shakes his head, but his eyes are still squeezed tight. “No.”
