Page 127 of Theta

"It's like that, is it?"

She nods. Palms my ass in both hands and kisses my hipbone, above my navel, the other hipbone, and then my thigh, and the other, avoiding my cock entirely. "It's like that." She kisses, kisses, glances up at me, mischief in her expression. "Unless you had something else to say?"

Fuck, I know what she wants.

She likes dirty talk. Rough demands and firm commands.

And I realize I've been holding back—she said she was nervous and I didn't want to make it worse by coming in too hot. Now, it would seem, she's not nervous anymore.

So I decide it's time to give her what she wants—a part of myself I’ve never really had the chance to explore, until her.

I growl as a surge of need blasts through me, arousal boiling inside me like magma about to burst free from a volcano. Cupping her jaw, I tug her lower lip down with my thumb. "Open."

The greedy glee that suffuses her expression at my command only makes me hotter. "Yes, Killian."

She drops her jaw, mouth open wide, eyes on mine. I fist my shaft and angle it toward her, slip the head onto her tongue. The second she tastes me, feels me, her eyes flutter closed and she takes over. She guides my hands to her head and then takes my cock in her fist, pumping my base as she suckles around the head. With her other hand, she cups my balls, teasing, tickling, gently squeezing.

"Give it to me," she breathes, her whisper puffing on the saliva-wet skin of my cock-tip. "Come for me, baby."

I let my control—such little as remains, at least—snap entirely. I snarl my hands in her hair, tangling and knotting, and thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock between her lips. She moans in delight, and then adjusts the angle and opens her throat, and I pull her toward me and thrust deeper.

"Fuck, baby. I love watching you swallow my cock."

“Mmm," she hums, eyes lifted to mine. "Mmm-hmm?"

"You want me to come?"

"Mm-hmm!"

She lets go of my root as her lips slide down my length, and she cups my ass in her hands and bobs her mouth down my shaft until her nose nuzzles my belly. Pulling away, she breaks free with a gasp, saliva stringing from her lips to my cock, gasping.

And that's the end of my ability to wait.

"Fuck this," I snap. "I need you. Right fucking now."

I crouch and pick her up, and she gasps as I cradle her to my body. Her legs lock around my hips instinctively, and I claim her mouth, tasting myself on her breath, her lips.

"Killy, I wasn't—"

I nip her lip. "Couldn't help it." I brace one arm under her ass and find her pussy with the other, delving a finger against her clit. "I fucking need you."

"Killy!” she pants. "Fuck!”

I finger her clit, and she starts to buck and writhe within seconds. "I need to taste you."

She shakes her head, face buried in the side of my neck. "No. Later." She clings to my neck with one arm and leans backward, feet hooked at my coccyx, and grasps my cock, strokes me a few times, and then angles me against her slit. "This, right? This is what you need."

"Fuck yes."

She paints her pussy lips with my pre-cum, smearing it on her seam. “Say it, Killy. Tell me what you need." She holds my eyes. "Tell me while you take me."

"I need your pussy," I whisper. "I need to be inside you. I can't wait. I don't want to come in your mouth. I want this." I finger her clit and then slip my finger inside her, dipping deep into her wet, tight, slick channel, finding her G-spot and making her jerk and wail as a climax builds inside her. "I need to feel you come while I’m inside you."

She writhes against me, bucking and grinding as I alternate thrusting my fingers against her G-spot and circling her clit. "Killy!”

"Come for me, Story."

"Oh god, fuck, I’m so close. But I can't—I need you."