I pull my fingers free of my hole, groaning at the loss as it contracts around nothing.
Pouring a generous amount of lube into my palm, I wrap my hand around Theo’s cock, stroking him slowly and covering him in extra lube. He bites his lip, eyes rolling back as he fights to keep his gaze on mine.
The sun is starting to rise, pale golds and yellows filtering through my windows and bathing his face in the early morning light.
“You are so fuckin’ gorgeous, Theo.” His eyes fly to mine. “I’m so damn glad you showed up here.”
His eyes soften, and his lips curl up at the edges. “Me too.”
Taking a deep breath, I crawl over him, straddling him. I reach behind me, gripping his cock, and line it up with my hole. I’m dying to sink down, to feel the burn of him stretching me.
But I pause. “Are you okay?”
Theo nods. “Are you?”
“I am.”
I lower myself slowly, watching his face. Watching as his mouth falls open, as his hands flex and pull on the sheets below him with each inch that I take. I inhale sharply at the slight burn, sinking lower and lower as he fills me deeper and deeper.
He tries so hard to keep his eyes open, but they keep fluttering shut, and he keeps forcing them open. Keeps forcing his gaze back to mine.
When I’m fully seated, I exhale slowly. “You okay?”
Chapter 31
Theo
Iholdmybreath.I’m afraid that if I move, or if Hunter moves, or if I evenbreathe, I’m gonna fucking lose it.
My cock is pulsing in time with my heartbeat, my fingers tingling. He’s so tight. So fucking tight. And so warm.
He does something, and his body contracts around me. I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed.
“Eyes open, sweetheart.”
Fuck, he’s gotta stop talking.
Forcing my eyes open, I look at him. If I come right away, I’m gonna be embarrassed for the rest of time. Ironic, considering I was worried I wouldn’t be able to enjoy sex on antidepressants.
There’s a sheen of sweat on his skin, and when he tightens around me again, a loud moan punches from my throat. I bring a hand to my mouth, biting down on my knuckles as I try to keep some level of control of myself.
Hunter chuckles, then pulls my hand away. “No. Don’t do that, sweetheart. I want to hear you. Your moans are so sexy. I love hearing you feel good.”
“But what about your mom?” I gasp out.
He grins. “She won’t hear us, gorgeous. All the bedrooms are soundproofed.”
Placing a hand on my chest, he lifts himself slowly. My dick throbs as I gasp.
“Oh, fuck—Hunter.” My neck arches, my head pressing back into the pillow.
He sinks back down, his heat swallowing me again and my eyes fall closed. A warm hand brushes my jaw, and he doesn’t even have to say a word; I already know what he wants.
Somehow, I force my eyes open as he picks up speed. I let my gaze trail his upper body, doing anything I can to distract myself from the way he’s squeezing around me with each movement of his hips.
He’s got a freckle on his chest, right over his heart. I want to lick it. I want to taste his skin and bury myself in his scent. He picks up his pace, our bodies slapping together.
He groans, his chest heaving, and I let my gaze trail lower. His cock is hard and leaking, a string of pre-cum stretching from the slick head to my lower stomach.
