He swipes at my hole, dipping his tongue inside to collect his cum. I’m shaking and a split second away from giving up on holding off and shooting my load right here when he finally stands.
Gripping my hip, he turns me around and presses his wet body to mine before shoving me against the wall.
His mouth comes down on mine, and I grip his hair, pulling him closer while he kisses me and grinds against me.
He’s already getting hard again, his slippery dick rubbing over mine. “Fuck,” I pant into his mouth, my body tensing and my cock pulsing in anticipation of my orgasm. “Stop, gorgeous.”
Theo stills instantly, breaking our kiss with a self-satisfied grin.
“Bed, sweetheart. Go.”
Stepping out of the shower, he picks up two towels and holds one out for me. I shut the water off and take it from him. I don’t waste too much time drying off before scooping him up in my arms and carrying him into the bedroom.
I place him carefully on the bed. “Lay in the middle.”
He scrambles up to do what I’ve asked.
He’s naked and unashamed, his chest rising and falling, his half-hard cock lying along his lower stomach. There are no more hands over his scar, trying to hide it from me. No more hesitation to undress.
After grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I crawl in beside him. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hey,” he says, smiling up at me.
I lean in and press my lips to his. I don’t linger. On a normal day, I’d bring him to the edge over and over before dragging him back. Today, it’s all I can do not to come from the friction on my cock from his hip as I lean into him.
Kneeling between his spread legs, I push his knee back toward his chest. “Hold that for me, gorgeous.”
He hooks his arm under his thigh, pulling it back to his chest.
When I’ve gotten my fingers slick with lube, I press two against his hole. “Can you take two?”
“Yes,” he says, shifting his hips like he’s already trying to get me deeper, even though I haven’t gotten inside him yet.
I slowly sink my fingers deep into him, watching his face as his mouth goes slack and his eyes roll back. I need to be inside him. I need to feel his tight hole squeezing my cock. Have to feel him. I hurry to prep him, and by the time I’m working a third finger in, he’s breathing heavily, whimpers rising in his throat.
“That’s it, gorgeous.” I press my fingers deeper, spreading them and rotating my wrist. “You’re opening so well for me. Are you ready for my cock?”
He nods frantically. “Please.”
I take a few more seconds to make sure he’s truly ready before pulling my fingers out of him and rising up to line up my cock with his entrance.
With a deep breath, I push into him, watching as inch after inch of my cock disappears. He’s squeezing me like a vise, and it’s unreal.
“Do I feel good?” he breathes, locking eyes on mine.
Jesus. I nod, almost too overcome for words. “So fuckin’ good, sweetheart.”
He moans. “Your fucking accent, I swear.”
I’d almost laugh if seeing him turned on didn’t turn me on so fucking much.
I wrap my hand around his hard cock, stroking him in time with my slow, deep thrusts. He’s twitching, his fingers flexing against his skin where he’s still holding his thigh back.
He feels like heaven, and he looks like it too—his dark hair fanned across the pillows, still damp from our failed shower, blue eyes hazy with lust, and teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Theo,” I groan, picking up the pace of my thrusts.
“You too,” he chokes out, rocking his hips. “God, fuck me harder.”
