“Hard to think when you—ah—”
His hands slide down my body, stripping me efficiently—dress over my head, bra unhooked, panties pushed down until I’m bare against the wall and he’s still fully clothed. The power imbalance shouldn’t be hot, but god, it is.
“All day,” he says, dropping to his knees in front of me, “I’ve been thinking about this.”
“About—about what?”
“Getting you alone.” He lifts my thigh over his shoulder, spreading me open. “Making you come on my tongue before you go back out there.” His breath is warm against my cunt. “Sending you back to them shaking, so they know exactly who had you first.”
“That’s—fuck—that’s possessive.”
“Is it?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. His mouth finds me, tongue dragging through my folds, and I nearly slam my head back against the wall.
Theo.
He eats pussy like it’s communion—reverent and thorough and absolutely devastating. His tongue circles my clit before dipping inside me, tasting me, he’s already learned what makes me twitch. Two fingers push in, crooking against that spot that makes my legs shake, and I fist my hands in his hair.
“Theo—” I’m already close, embarrassingly fast. “I’m going to—”
“Good.” He sucks my clit into his mouth andhums, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me, my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He works me through it, gentling but not stopping, and before I can catch my breath, he’s building me up again.
“One more,” he says against me. “I want one more.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” His fingers twist, hitting that spot again, and I keen. “You’re going to give me one more, and then I’m going to walk you back out there so fucked out that everyone knows what I did to you.”
Gods.
This is Theo now—four years of learning exactly how to take me apart, exactly what I need. He knows when to push and when to back off, when to be gentle and when to make meearnit.
He backs off now, slowing his fingers, letting the wave recede. I whimper.
“Please—”
“Not yet.” His tongue traces lazy circles around my clit, never quite touching it. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come. Please, Theo, I need—”
“I know what you need.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, almost chaste, while his fingers keep their maddening rhythm. “I always know. But I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your mouth on my clit,” I gasp. “I want you to make me come. Please, please—”
He rewards me.
His mouth seals over my clit and he suckshard, fingers driving into me, and I scream. The second orgasm hits even harder than the first, waves and waves of pleasure crashing through me until I’m boneless, held up only by the wall and Theo’s hands on my hips.
When he finally pulls back, his face is wet with me. He lookssatisfied.
“That’s what I needed,” he says, pressing one more kiss to my oversensitive clit—making me jerk—before rising to his feet. “Now you’re ready.”
I can barely stand. “Ready for what?”
His smile is quiet and certain. “For whatever comes next.”
I’m still shaking when he leads me back to the main room.
