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He drags his fingers down again, but this time when he comes up, they slip a little too close to my entrance. Even though I’m wearing underwear, I jolt, the sensation almost foreign.
“Oh—um.” I move my head and lift a little off the table. “You’re getting too—”
A heavy hand finds the middle of my back and presses me back down firmly. “Too what, Ms. Tran? Too close to the pussy that’s currently dripping on my table?”
Theo.
My body ignites. His close proximity, the heat of his hands on me, his words—all of it—causes my core to wring tight. I push out a heady breath. “I—I’m not.”
Keeping his hand flat on my back, he leans forward, his mouth moving so close to my ear, his breath coasts along the shell. “But you are. I’m looking at your arousal now. It’s shining all over your thighs.”
I shiver against him. Texting him and actually being here, under his touch are two very different things. Truth be told, I’m not even sure I’d have been bold enough to say any of those things face to face. But with him, it’s coming out so naturally. Like he’s been waiting for this moment.
I clear my throat, but my voice still comes out slightly high. “It’s probably the massage oil.”
He huffs out a bit of dry laughter. “Let’s see, shall we?”
Before I can ask what he means, his weight disappears as he stands up. The free hand not holding me in place slips down, gliding between my thighs. I don’t realize I have them squeezed together until he taps me once. “Open up for me, mama.”
Another tremor—though this one is far more visceral—racks through me as I obey his command, shifting to open my thighs.
Theo glides a finger down quickly, pressing it near the stitching. I let out a gasp, my nerves tingling, when he reappears at my ear, nipping it softly.
I’m sure my lip is bruised at this point, but I turn my head slightly and force my eyes to watch him slip the digit into his mouth.
His eyes roll back, a guttural moan vibrating his chest. It’s as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life, and when his eyes drift open, my thoughts are confirmed. The once ocean blue irises are close to midnight, his pupils so wide, they nearly wash out the color. The hunger playing in them is almost feral.
“Like I said,dripping.”
My core clenches tight, both at the low timbre of his voice and how palpably the air crackles between us. Unlike the shyness or reservations I think I’m supposed to have, I just feel…craved.
And I like that. A lot.
I grab onto the feeling and use it to push out my next words. They’re breathy and full of the desire now flushing through me. “Is it a problem? Does it stop you from being able to finish my massage?”
He releases a low chuckle, probably as surprised as I am at my words, before standing again. “Not at all, Olivia.”
Theo’s hand on my spine slides up, stopping at the base of my neck. His other hand slinks down, hooking on the hem of my underwear. “These have to go.”
In one hard jerk, the fabric snaps, the telling ripping sound of him yanking them off giving me a second warning before his hand dives between my thighs.
He doesn’t bother with pleasantries or exploration. His nimble fingers slide through my entrance, stretching me slightly as they slip inside.
I moan at the sensation, arching my ass off the table to give him better access, and he takes full advantage, pushing into his knuckle.
“Who knew you’d be so needy?” Theo rumbles, curling his fingers as he drags them out. “For a while there, I was almost sure I was the only one.”
Somehow I manage to shake my head, my breaths coming in short pants as I wiggle against him. I’d been so good at hiding my interest in Theo, I’d convinced myself that there wasn’t anything there.
That I was imagining things.
Now, it’s as though a string has come loose, unraveling the ball and proving exactly how much I’ve held back.
He curls his two fingers, hitting the spot that makes a white light flash in the corner of my vision.
“I knew you’d feel perfect, Olivia, but fuck.” He uses a digit not twisting inside me to circle my swollen clit. “I cannot fucking wait to have this cunt wrapped around my cock.”
Another heady moan escapes me as he moves, curling, twisting, circling in tandem, fucking me with one clear goal in mind—to completely obliterate mine. And I want him to. I want to be so utterly gone in the stratosphere from my orgasm that I can’t see straight.
