He moves to straddle my hips, careful to keep most of his weight off me. The sound of him unzipping my sleeping bag echoes in the room a moment before his calloused hands find their way under my shirt. I tense as his fingers trace over the scars, his palms rough against the sensitive skin of my stomach.
“Don’t,” I whisper as I grab his wrist to move his hand upward toward my aching breasts.
He resists and meets my gaze. “These are nothing to be ashamed of, Ollie,” he murmurs as he continues to stroke the scars. “They’re the marks of a survivor, and I’m going to worship every inch of them until you believe me.”
I make an impatient noise and squirm. While the idea of his lips and tongue on my stomach is hot, I’m in urgent need of something else right now.
“Alright, I’ll do that later,” Theo says with a chuckle, understanding my desperation.
He skims his hands upward to my breasts and stops just short. My breath comes out in harsh, breathy pants as I arch my back, willing him to move upward to my aching breasts. But he doesn’t, instead only brushing his fingers against the soft skin underneath them.
“What do you need?” he demands as he bites, licks, and kisses my neck.
“Theo,please,” I whimper, my body trembling from my pent up need. It’s been so long since a man has touched me and my body is making that known. I’m pretty sure my underwear is drenched.
“Please, what? Use your words, princess.”
He brushes his rough fingers against my flesh, so close but not where I need them as he tortures my neck with his lips and teeth. This man is going to kill me. I just know it. I’m already a mess and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
“Fuck.Touch me, please.”
“There you go. Good girl for using your words,” he praises, his words lighting me up like a fucking Christmas tree as hefinallymoves his hands up to cup my breasts.
He’s gentle at first, massaging them with his big hands before moving to play with my hard nipples. My eyes roll to the back of my head with a groan as he plucks and pinches them before rolling them between his thumb and fingers.
“Shh, princess. You need to be quiet. We wouldn’t want Rhys to wake up and see you like this, would we?” He pinches my nipples again, harder this time.
My back arches and I bite back a moan. My clit throbs with such intensity that I’m wondering if he could make me come from just this.Fuck, I forgot how much I enjoyed having my tits played with.
My eyes flick over to Rhys’s sleeping form and I can’t help but wonder what he’d do if he found us like this. Would he just lie there and watch? Or would he join in and take control over the situation like he does everything else? A harsh nip to my ear has me darting my attention back to Theo.
“Or maybe you’d enjoy the idea of Rhys waking up, hmm?” he says with a dark chuckle. “You like the idea of him finding you like this? A needy, whimpering mess that’s begging to have her cunt touched?”
Oh fuck. Theo has a filthy mouth.
“Because that’s what you really want, isn’t it, princess? My fingers buried in your tight pussy and my mouth sucking your clit while he watches. Maybe he’ll even join in and play with your perfect tits or have you suck his cock while I make you come.”
A small, needy whimper escapes from my throat as I writhe beneath him. “Theo, please,” I beg, almost delirious with desperation.
“You need to come?”
“Yes! Please make me come!”
He groans at my whimpered pleas. “You beg so prettily.” He adjusts his position to straddle my thighs as he slides a hand downward into the waistband of my underwear. “Fuck,” he growls as his fingers brush against my soaking clit while his other hand continues to play with my nipple. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
Two of his fingers delve deeper, easily find my entrance and push inside. The feeling of beingfinallyfilled is almost euphoric, and I smother the moan that wants to escape from my lips. He curls his fingers against my G-spot, and my entire body jolts as he rubs it while grinding the heel of his hand against my clit.
If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed by how close I already am. I’m almost teetering on the edge, my pussy clenching greedily around his fingers even as a part of me fights to prolong the pleasure.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet. So fucking perfect. I can’t wait to fill it with my cock and feel you stretch around me while I fuck you.”
“Theo...” I whimper, feeling myself on the edge of climax. My hips shift beneath him, grinding my pussy against his hand as my grip tightens on his shoulders to keep me grounded. His fingers press harder against my G-spot and I can’t hold back the gasping moan that escapes from my lips. Theo moves to lick and kiss the other side of my neck while groaning against my skin.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you. Be a good girl and come for me. Cover my hand with your cum.” He sucks on my neck.
My head rolls to the side, giving him better access to my neck, and my eyes clash with a pair of amber eyes in the moonlit darkness.Rhys. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as I wait for him to glare at me in disgust. Only he doesn’t.
His eyes turn molten as they lazily peruse my body, lingering where Theo has his hand down my underwear as my hips grind against him. Our gazes collide again, his hooded with desire as a devilish smirk spreads across his lips.
