Page 19 of Until Him

I roll my eyes and laugh softly. “Mine is yellow. Favorite food?”

“Cock,” he says, and I choke a little on my food.

When I manage to clear my airways, I look up at him and see his lips twitching. Fucker. Thinks he’s so funny.

“Come on, stop fucking with me…favorite food? Mine is pizza. Pepperoni, sausage, and pineapple.”

He grimaces.“Waffles.”

I beam. This guy is giving me a peek into his soul, and it makes me fucking ecstatic. But as he stares at me, his posture stiffens, and he sets the food down again.

“Alright, enough of this. Let’s get to work.”

I blink rapidly, confused at his sudden change. He almost looked like he was having fun for a second, and now he’s all cold and distant.

Like I said, a mystery, this one. Where is Sherlock when I need him? Only he could solve the riddle that is Theo Reign.

I shove the leftover food into the fridge and walk over to where Theo sits with Curie on his lap.

Our legs knock as I lower myself next to him, and then I spend the next hour listening to him as he goes over the concepts in the chapter. I have to admit, I spend a little too much time watching the way his lips move and then have to ask him to repeat himself a few times. I think he’s onto me.

When we’re done, Curie is fast asleep on his lap and Theo leans back and rubs his temples.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, glancing at me.

“Want some Advil? I have some in my bag….”

“No, I’m fine. Just…get on the bed. Shirt off. I’m tired and want to make this quick.”

“Hey, man. If you don’t feel good, we don’t have to….”

He narrows his gaze at me, and I lift my hands in surrender.

Fine, fine. He makes these transactions like they’re life or death.

I whip off my shirt, lean back on the pillows, and Theo straddles me. My hands run up his thighs as he pulls his pants down, and because I’m getting the hang of this, I just reach out and grasp onto his semi-hard length.

His eyes flutter closed, and his nostrils flare as I pump his cock in my hand, but he doesn’t really seem into it. If anything, he appears to be annoyed.

“Harder.”

“Faster.”

“Tighter.”

Nothing seems to make his guy happy, and I’m starting to panic. What the hell am I doing wrong?

“Fuck this,” he says suddenly, slapping my hand away and crawling up my chest.

“Open,” he says, the tip of his cock hitting my mouth.

I open my mouth, and he slides himself inside. My hands move up to grasp onto his ass as he fucks himself in and out of me. He’s rougher than he was the first time and I huff and gurgle around him as he pounds into me.

It’s hard to breathe, but I still pull him into me each time. Maybe I’m into breath play or some shit because my hips hump the air as he slides in and out of my throat, and when I groan around his thick length, he explodes into my mouth. His orgasm goes on for ages, and when he slowly pulls out, he leans back, his chest heaving, and he swipes a hand across his sweaty forehead.

“Fuck,” he says, tucking himself back inside his pants with shaking hands.

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