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“More,” I moaned.

“Careful what you ask for, Red.” He smirked and took my nipple into his mouth, swirling a tongue around it, teasing me within an inch of my patience.

“Who’s the brat now?” I asked breathlessly. His dark eyes met mine, breast still in his mouth making my head tilt back as pleasure rocked through me.

“That’s it, baby. Use me.” Another flick of his tongue as his other hand squeezed my waist, holding me upright. “Get off riding my thigh, just like that. Take it all.” There was a moment when I thought to myself that riding your man’s thigh was highly underrated.

“F-fuck,” I let out as my climax inched closer. My eyes pinched shut, letting it take me over. I could feel Theo’s hot gaze glued to me as I moved, riding him with desperate, uneven rolls of my hips. I kept repeating the motion, over and over again until I was nearly shaking.

“Oh God,” I whimpered.

“That’s it, let go. I got you, baby. I got you.” He was whispering praise, telling me how beautiful I looked as I went until pleasure rippled through me, crashing over me like a tidal wave.

I fell limp into Theo’s hard body as he left a trail of kisses on my shoulder, his hands drawing circles on my back. “So beautiful, so perfect,” he whispered as I came down from my high. I pushed my lips to his, letting myself achingly come back to him, pressing my lips harder, taking more control until his hands were pushing my top off over my head and he was flipping us back over. He rolled down the sweatpants painfully slowly, kissing up my thigh as he came back.

“You’re fucking soaked for me, huh?”

“Yes,” I sighed as his kisses reached up my chest, then to my neck.

“All for me?”

“All for you.” I felt so undeserving of this much care and attention, but Theo kept me here, kept me present as he kept whispering to me, as our kisses became deeper and he was reaching down to my center.

A rough sound tore out of him as his thumb dipped down, making me gasp. His touch was so light and teasing, a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Two fingers pressed against my clit, circling and pressing with just enough pressure to make me squirm. To make me desperate for more.

“Theo—” I whimpered, “Please.”

He pressed harder before dipping a finger in. Every part of me was on fire, pulsing for him. I rocked against his hand, needing more friction.

“Needy girl, huh Red?” he groaned, voice rasping against my ear as he held me in place. His fingers pushed inside of me, pumping in and out in a languid rhythm. He pressed his lips to my ear, leaving a kiss there before he said, “You want this, baby?”

“F-fuck, yes Theo. Jesus, stop torturing me.” I glared as he smirked.

“Hmm,” he hummed against me as he moved faster.

“Yes!” I cried out. “More… I need more,” I said between gasps.

“That’s my girl. Asking for exactly what you want,” he praised as he gave me more and more. I squirmed out of his reach for a second, feeling bold, my hand reaching out to stop his movements. He stopped immediately, meeting my eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” I declared. Theo let out a low rough sound before dragging his fingers out of me.

“I’ll do whatever you want, baby.” He smirked. In a swift motion, he was back to pinning me to the mattress, my legs wrapping around him instinctually. He looked ravenous like this as I looked at him low on my body. His hands went to my hips, brushing his thumbs over my hip bones in adoration before peppering kisses along the long scar that ran up my thigh. Goosebumps erupted over me at the small gesture. He was raised up on his knees, pulling his T-shirt over his head with one arm in one swift motion. It was genuinely the hottest thing I had ever seen. His own sweatpants sat so low on his hips that the deep V disappeared beyond the tied up strings. I bit my lip, trying to contain myself as I took him in. But as a moth to a flame, I reached out, untying the loose strings on his sweatpants with a mischievous glint in my eye.

“Uh, uh,” he tsked, shaking his head at me. “I am not done with you.” He took a few steps back until he was standing on the ground rather than kneeling on the mattress. Then he leaned forward, two strong hands on my hips, and dragged me to the edge of the mattress before dropping to his knees. He didn’t look away from me, stormy blue eyes boring into mine. They held contact as he pressed his mouth to the inside of my thigh and slowly let his lips glide down. I felt the tension building again, needing him to touch me more. Two hands gripped my thighs and spread them apart, and I vibrated with anticipation.

“Turns out, I am fucking starving,” he groaned before his mouth dipped down to my waiting center. I could feel him groan again against me, and it was the most intense feeling. He oscillated between teasing licks and sucks and using his fingers to dip inside of me, bringing me, yet again, to the edge. His thumb gently circled my clit as he lapped at me. The scrape of stubble against my thighs made me tremble harder. I was shameless in my attempt for more, rocking my hips against his face, squeezing my thighs around him. His tongue and fingers moved faster as if responding to my very need until I was screaming his name. He groaned deeper this time, the vibration against me nearly making me come apart completely. One hand of my own reached out, gripping his hair, which only made his hand on my thigh squeeze while he added another finger, holding me in place as he wrung every last shudder out of me.

“Two for two. Am I breaking your records, Maise?” he asked with a smirk as he rose from between my legs.

“Y-yeah. D-definitely, Bauer,” I stuttered, coming down from my second orgasm. I was putty, useless and limbless.

“Another round?” he asked.

“Fuck yes,” I sighed, dragging him back to me and crashing my lips to his. “But I am way more naked than you, which is completely unfair.”

“Better fix that, Andrews,” he laughed.

“Oh, something funny?” I asked, reaching down and letting my fingers trail along the edge of the hem. He shivered under me.