Page 36 of The Hijack

His cock was engorged. Already standing at attention after the backrub and the full frontal nudity, it looked good enough to eat. I grasped the rod in one fist, bringing the head to my lips. Without pausing to give him time to appreciate what was about to happen, I swallowed the whole thing down to the hilt.

He filled my mouth with his salty flesh, so massive he poked at the back of my throat. I had a hard time breathing around it, so I held my breath, plunging up and down. I didn’t know what it was about Theo that drove me crazy. I’d had boyfriends before and dozens of one-night stands. But never had the thought of sucking dick seemed so arousing or so pleasurable once I was doing it. It had always been something for the other person’s benefit, never for mine. Yet I counted the hours until I could taste Theo’s cock again. He was one hundred percent man, and I was all in.

He didn’t let me go very long before taking hold of my shoulders and easing me off. I could see that he was trying to hold back, that he wanted to climax inside me rather than into my mouth. I kissed him greedily, sharing my intimate plans through body language. He must have tasted his own wood on my tongue, and it didn’t bother him one bit.

I grew restless waiting for him to take his place. Struggling weakly, I began kissing his neck, eager to return to what I had been doing before. He understood, rolling us both over until he came out on top.

Spreading my legs wide, he took the plunge, sliding his dick up inside me until our hips locked. I cried out, pushed to the next level of consciousness by his presence. Everything in life fell away, leaving me alone on the bed with my lover. In that moment, I couldn’t have cared less about Dark Sparrow, about revenge or about the people who were hunting us. All I wanted was for Theo to feed me that massive hard-on.

He pushed into my hole, straining in his struggle not to shoot his load too quickly. I wanted to take pity on him, but I couldn’t. I needed it hard and fast. I ground my crotch against him, milking every last centimeter from his cock.

He began to move, plowing through me with every stroke. I gripped the sheets beneath me, flexing and releasing my hands as he worked. It was almost too much. And yet it wasn’t quite enough. I wanted that sweet release that would come if he would just thrust harder. I don’t know if I said the words aloud or if he heard me thinking them, but he responded.

In a show of strength, he whipped into action, nailing his rod home. I thought I wasn’t going to make it. The journey to the top seemed so long. And yet right before he came, my body exploded with joy. I grasped the strings of the pleasure balloon and held on for the ride, allowing it to tug me up into the stratosphere.

Shivers raced through my body from head to toe. I felt a warm gush of fluid surround Theo’s prick as he entered me for the final time. He shuddered to his own climax a moment later, digging deep and clenching all his muscles.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap, our blood still boiling and racing through our veins. I closed my eyes in supreme satisfaction. He was mine. He was alive, and he was in my bed. I didn’t need to look any further for my strength because he gave it to me in spades.

After a long moment, he withdrew and rolled off, letting the cool night air wash over me. I could tell he was exhausted. Lying sideways on the bed, he nearly fell asleep. His breathing evened out, and his body relaxed.

I wanted to join him. I felt renewed and alive after the fuck. But try as I might, I couldn’t shut off the worry that poked its way into my headspace. I was worried about Theo, about losing him the way I’d lost my previous fiancé. I didn’t think I could stand that kind of heartache again, and my feelings for Theo scared me.

Part of me wanted to run. I thought I might be better off alone, drifting through the world with no one to hold me down. But it was too late for that. I already cared about Theo too much to leave him, and that became another thing to worry about.

After a long stretch of time trying unsuccessfully to release my grip on consciousness, I sat up. Theo cracked an eye, proving to me that he wasn’t as exhausted as I’d thought. Or maybe he was that exhausted, but his training kicked in, making him aware of movement in the room.

“Go back to bed,” I told him, patting his arm.

He closed his eyes again, seeming to take my direction. I got to my feet, circling the room to find my clothing. The only pants I had were the ones that I’d stolen off the sailor ages ago. I hated them. They made me remember my brief stint in captivity. But I couldn’t very well walk around nude.

Maybe Gretchen would have something else I could wear. Grandmothers often hoarded clothing, and I thought it might be a good bet she would have something tucked away somewhere. Anything would be preferable to the ones I had at the moment.

I wanted to go downstairs to ask, but I wasn’t sure if that was appropriate. Leaving the pants on the floor, I scooped up my underwear, also unappealing. I couldn’t bring myself to put all the old clothes back on, so I went to the bathroom in the hallway, darting through the public area with my hands covering my privates.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself up. Deciding to bite the bullet, I went downstairs to find Gretchen reading on a tablet, a glass of wine beside her. She seemed surprised to see me in my birthday suit but not alarmed.

“Did you take a shower?” she asked.

“No,” I said, although a shower sounded wonderful. “I was wondering if you had any extra clothes I could borrow. I’m ready to burn everything that I was previously wearing.”

“Of course,” she replied with a chuckle. “Although I doubt they’ll be your style.” She led me to the primary bedroom on the first floor, where she opened her own closet. “Take anything you want,” she said, shutting the door behind her.

I laid the towel out on the bed and stood naked beside the rows of dresses and slacks that were available. Gretchen had at least fifty years on me, but she wasn’t that different in terms of size. The clothes I selected were a little baggy, but they weren’t horrible. And what was even better was that they didn’t smell like sweat and rain.

I went back upstairs after finding what I needed and took a long, hot shower. I half-expected Theo to join me, but by the time I toweled off and put the new clothes back on, I realized that he was already asleep.

Settling down in the bed beside him, I draped one arm over his chest. I might be worried, but there was no place I would rather be. If I had to die defending what Theo and I had built together, so be it. I wouldn’t let anyone stand in my way.

Chapter 17

Theo

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I SLEPT LIKE THE DEAD. I didn’t even wake up until the sun shone full force in my face through the window. Clark was beside me, her hair still damp from an evening shower. I kissed her good morning, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

“Hello,” I murmured as her eyes fluttered open.