“I can feel you”—he moves his fingers faster and faster—“getting tighter.” My hips meet his fingers as he fucks me.
“Theo . . .” My stomach gets tight, and I feel myself letting go, my pussy contracting around his fingers.
“So fucking tight,” he states. “Can’t wait to sink my cock into you.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Please, I need you.”
He pulls his fingers from me and slides them into his mouth, cleaning them off. “Hmm,” he groans, “so sweet.”
I sit up, my hands going to his boxers and pulling them down. My hand grips his shaft, and I swallow the tip of his cock. The saltiness of his precum hits my tongue, and I groan. “Fuck, don’t do that,” he hisses, and I look up at him. “Going to forget to go slow, and instead I’ll fuck your face.”
I have never been with someone who has lost control before. Someone who didn’t hold back. I swallow as much of him as I can before moving my mouth up to the tip and then down again, each time trying to take more and more of his cock in my mouth.
“Collins,” he calls my name in a hiss, “stop fucking around with me.” He grabs my hair at the back of my neck in his fist before his hips move. “Going to fuck your mouth. When I’m about to come, going to pull out.” He hits the back of my throat. “Then, I want you on your back, legs spread, and I’m going to fuck your pussy.” I nod my head, wanting exactly what he just said. “Not going to last long though.” The head of his cock swells in my mouth. “Your mouth is heaven, but your pussy . . .” he pulls out, “your pussy is what fucking dreams are made of. On your back.” I fall onto my back, opening my legs. “You okay with us doing it without a condom?” He smiles. “We should have had this talk this morning. I got tested before I found out about the baby, and I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
“I wasn’t with anyone after you, and, well, I was with one person before you,” I reply nervously, trying not to get into my head about it. “And it’s too late to knock me up.”
“Are you sure?” he asks me, and I just nod my head. He takes his cock in his hand and comes to me. “Then put me in you.” I grip his cock and guide him to me. I place him at my entrance, and with his blue eyes on mine, he slides into me. “Fuck,” he swears when he’s planted inside of me. My hands are around his neck, his fists by my side. “Every fucking time it feels like the first time.”
“Is that bad?”
He puts his forehead on mine. “It is for me,” he declares, my hands moving to his chest. “I want to last all fucking night long.” He closes his eyes, and then his mouth finds mine as he kisses me softly, pulling out of me and then slamming into me.
My back arches up as I moan. His hand goes to the back of my neck as he pulls out, and I look between us to watch him slam into me. “More,” I pant out as I watch him fuck me, “give me more.” I have never been this turned on before, never been so needy for it. I wet two fingers with my tongue before sliding them between us and playing with my clit.
He puts his hands beside my shoulders, and I run my hands up his chest, my nails scoring him as he kisses me. “Need you to get there,” he pants, and I close my eyes. “I’m going to—” He pulls out to the tip and then slams into me.
I tilt my hips back, and he sinks in deep, his cock rubbing my G-spot at the right angle when he slams back in again. My mouth opens, and my moan fills the room, along with his name: “Theo.” My hands grip his ass, pulling him more into me, making sure he doesn’t move as I ride the orgasm. He buries his face in my neck when his own orgasm rips through him.
Our labored pants match as he rolls us both to the side, his cock still buried in me. “That was”—I kiss his neck—“better than this morning.”
“I thought I was going to fucking explode the minute I got my cock into you. Took everything not to just come.”
He pulls out of me and gets off the bed, his boxers still around his hips. “Round two is going to be so much better,” he promises, “and longer.” He winks at me as he walks to the bathroom.
“You’re welcome,” I call to his empty doorway, and he comes out to look at me. “If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t have even had a round one.”
“Yes, we would have.” He glares. “It just would have been later.”
I smirk, getting on my side and putting my head on my fist, watching him. “Like I said, you’re welcome.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
COLLINS
I look out the window, seeing the trees zoom by as we make our way back to Montgavin, my heart speeding up the closer we get. My head is pressed back on the seat, and Theo’s right arm is stretched over the middle console, hand draped over my leg. My left hand is over his, fingers intertwined.
He turns his hand in mine, palm to palm, and brings it to his lips, kissing the back. “What’s the plan for today?”
I look over at him. His beard is a bit longer than it was when we got to his hometown, scratching me a bit. His blue-gray eyes meet mine, making equal parts of me flutter and tighten. He puts our hands on his lap. “I have to get a nap in, that’s for sure. My shift is flipped for the next two weeks. I start at 3:00 a.m. now until 3:00 p.m. What about you?”
“I have to go and check a couple of jobsites, then I’m all yours.”
I turn in the seat. “All mine? Well, that sounds like fun.” I try not to blush. We spent the better part of yesterday morning and half the afternoon naked, only getting dressed when his parents came over to say goodbye to us, since we were leaving early this morning. Theo wanted to kick them out after five minutes, but then Carter dropped in, and they stayed for dinner. The door wasn’t even closed behind them before he had my top off and was carrying me back to bed. “Why don’t you do what you need to do and then come over? For once, I’ll cook you dinner.”
“Can you cook?” I can hear the lightness in his tone.
“I survived all this time, so I’m guessing I can cook somewhat,” I tease him. “What is your favorite dish?” I wonder if I can make it, or if I even have the things in the fridge to make it. A trip to the grocery store is in my future.
