Page 87 of Open To Negotiation

“You’re fucking stunning.” I didn’t have time to respond before he had my biker shorts off in one movement, throwing them across the room. “Dirty girl, wandering around without your underwear on.”

“They aren’t comfortable with the spandex.”

“Sure, or maybe you hoped you’d end up on your back, bare for me.” His accent thick.

I shrugged a shoulder. “It was a safe bet.”

He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulder as I propped myself up on my elbows. A light bite on the inside of my thigh had me shoving my hands into his hair. I’d learned that the bite was one of his favorite moves and I would never complain, the slight pain followed by the pleasure of the lick was intoxicating.

Any other thoughts I had were lost as he started to lick and suck me as he let out a groan, the sound vibrating through me. “I love the taste of you.” He pulled back and looked at me from between my legs. “It’s so fucking distracting. Sometimes when we’re in the same room all I can think about is tossing you on a table and getting a taste. Sometimes I dream about getting to taste your pretty little cunt and then I remember I can just wake up, roll over and it’s there waiting there for me.” He licked again, his tongue teasing my entrance.

I whimpered, his dirty talk had me dripping. Plus, he had woken me up earlier this week on the brink of an orgasm with his head between my legs. Pretty great way to start the day.

Watching his head buried between my thighs was so hot. I tightened my hands in his hair, pulling him in closer so I could get the pressure I needed.

“That’s right, baby, suffocate me,” he muttered between licks before he sucked in, the sensation made me throw my head back, my eyes slipping shut.

“My god.”

He continued to tease me, taste me with his tongue. I lost myself in the sensation. He was completely focused on my pleasure, fully absorbed in what he was doing as he nipped at me, sucking on my clit.

“Theo,” I moaned, the sensation almost too much moments before my release crashed over me, he kept licking until I was a panting wet mess on the bed, my shaking subsiding.

“You’re such a good girl, coming all over my mouth so I can taste you.” He kissed a line up my body.

Before I could recover, he had my bra off and he was massaging my nipples, causing electrical sensations to pulse through me again.

Any other time I’d had sex, it was lack-luster. Nothing to write home about. I counted myself lucky the few times the guy was even able to make me orgasm before he came and pulled out.

That was the furthest thing from my experience with Theo.

The man was solely focused on making sure I felt good. He so far hadn't fucked me without giving me at least two orgasms in one go.

Sometimes three.

Like my thoughts were connected to his, he started to move his hand down to my wet folds. I grabbed his wrist, stopping him, as I pushed myself up. “I want to taste you.”

His eyes darkened. I hadn’t done this yet. My previous boyfriend had told me I was bad at it so I wasn’t eager to do it again. But now, it was all I could think about.

“You don’t have to, Love,” he said as he tucked my hair behind my ears tenderly.

I felt so safe with him, and that empowered me. I pushed on his shoulders so he could give me space to stand.

“I might need some help.” I blinked at him as I started to undo the buttons on his shirt.

“Believe me, Quinn, your mouth on me is going to be fucking incredible.” His voice was gruff as I moved to his belt. My movements slowed, teasing him as his eyes watched me.

When he was turned on like this, they looked closer to grey than blue.

I pulled his pants down, taking his boxers with it, his hard, veined cock springing free. Even after he’d proved I could take him, time and time again the size of him was still surprising.

He stepped out of his pants and I switched positions with him. I got on my knees in front of him, looking up to his waiting eyes.

“Fuck,” he gulped, running a hand through his hair. “I could come just from the sight of you on your knees for me.”

Reaching out he placed his hand on the side of my face, as I moved my gaze down his cock.

“Grab it.”