Page 107 of Make Me Mean It

Just enough to make me lift my head.

“We need to sleep. Think-”

He trails off, his eyes falling to where my cock is still hard beneath him.

“Theo.”

His eyes lift reluctantly to mine.

“You just told me you’ve never wanted anyone else calling the shots.” My fingers tighten around his waist. “There is no fucking way you drop that on me and expect me to roll over and go to sleep.”

A shiver runs through him, my hands sliding from his hair to his jaw, keeping his face tipped towards mine as my thumb passes slowly over his bottom lip.

“If you don’t want this, tell me.”

Theo’s lips part beneath my thumb, and I hold his gaze.

“Tell me to stop, and I stop.”

I lean closer until my mouth barely brushes his.

“But if this is you deciding what I should want again,” My lips catch his once, brief enough that Theo follows when I pull away. “Then, respectfully, shut the fuck up.”

Theo kisses me, and I catch him around the waist and pull him closer, kissing him back. Whatever hesitation had crept in disappears when he comes willingly, and the ease of it sends another rush of heat through me.

My fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging.

“Off.”

Theo lifts his hips, and I drag his boxers down over his thighs, fingertips skimming warm skin until my hand closes around the base of his cock.

My forehead drops against his as I look between us, at my fist wrapped around him and the flushed, wet head pressing above it. I stroke him slowly, watching Theo’s body jerk into my hand as his breath breaks against my cheek.

“Con-”

The sound of my name like that goes straight through me. I do it again, tightening my grip slightly as I watch his lips part, then again because I want another reaction. Another broken breath. Another twitch of his hips into my hand.

I could watch him like this all night.

“More,” he pants.

My eyes lift to his. “Do you need-”

“No. Still good.”

Still.

He’s still open from my cock. Still slick. Still carrying the physical evidence of what I did to him in that alley, and the thought sends such a vicious pulse of need through me that both hands are on him again, gripping his ass and spreading him beneath my palms.

He’s warm and slick beneath my touch, and feeling it is so much worse than knowing it. My fingers dig into the globes of his ass, a groan tearing out of me.

“I think you might actually kill me.”

I shove the shirt higher, bunching the fabric around his waist while my other hand drags down my waistband and frees my cock.

His hips roll down, sliding along my length, and my head falls back. He does it again, shifting over me until the head of my cock catches against him.

My breath stops, Theo adjusting above me.