I laughed softly. “I was holding Penelope’s hand, dude.”
“And had your head on that guy’s shoulder.” He cupped my jaw. “Don’t dude me. I’m not your bro.”
“Who are you then?”
“You know.” He was getting growly, and I was just drunk enough not to buck against his possessive streak. If I’d been sober, it would have annoyed me, but right now, my clit was throbbing.
“Tell me, Theodore. I’m confused.”
His lips ghosted over mine. “I’m the guy whose dick you’re going to take tonight—and for the foreseeable future. My mouth is the one you’re going to come on. My hands are the only hands that get to touch you like this. You’re mine, Tiger.”
Okay, maybe I wasn’t drunk enough not to buck against him. “I’m not yours, dude. We established that.”
“Nope. You’re not calling me dude and turning me into one of your little pals.” His fingers flexed on my jaw. “You’re mine until we’re done with this thing.”
I shook my head back and forth. “I’m mine. I let you into my body because I want to. If I want to let someone else into me, I will.”
“Yeah?” He got in my face, his nose touching mine.
“Yeah.” I shoved at his chest, giving myself an inch of space to turn away from him. He didn’t allow it. His arms banded around my middle, and then I was off my feet, being carried from the kitchen. I writhed and kicked, but Theo was sober, and he had that wrestler strength. I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided I could.
He wrenched open a door and carried me inside, kicking it closed behind us. We were in a powder room, with only a small vanity and toilet. My feet hit the ground in front of the vanity. I met Theo’s wild eyes in the mirror. He shoved my hair to the side and attacked my neck, scraping his teeth down the length of it, then latching on. His arms circled my chest, and his hands were on my tits, kneading and thumbing my nipples through my thin shirt.
“What are you doing?” I breathed.
He rocked against me, grinding his thick erection into me. Unable to help myself, I arched my back and pushed back. He shoved my tank and bra down to get his hands on my bare skin. Fingers both abused and worshiped my nipples, rolling and plucking, driving me out of my mind.
“Proving a point.” He sucked on my neck again. I knew he was doing it to mark me, and I should have hated it, but it made my knees turn to jelly.
“What point?”
He snapped open my shorts and shoved them down in one swift move. Then his hand was in my underwear, fingers sliding easily between my soaked folds. Our reflection let me watch everything he was doing to me, touching me, destroying my neck, thoroughly proving his point.
Then my panties went along with my shorts, and Theo pressed on my lower back, bending me forward. And I went, because it was my birthday, and suddenly, all I wanted were some birthday orgasms Theo was more than capable of giving me.
He sank two fingers deep inside me without warning. My head reared back. Our gazes clashed in the mirror. His was both smug and heated.
“This point.” He worked me hard, thrusting his fingers with brutal force that made me soak his hand. “You’re not going to let anyone else inside because I’m the only one who can do this to you. You can be pissed at me and flooding my hand at the same time. You know it, I know it. Let go, baby. You don't have to fight.”
His lovely voice, the things he was saying, his heated, muscular body pressing into mine, the precision with which he touched me—it all sent me spinning into a climax that would have knocked me off my feet if he hadn’t beenright there, holding me up, crowding my space, leaving no room for argument or escape.
Then he turned and lifted me onto the vanity, held my legs wide open, and drove into me. His cock wedged so deep, he hit a raw part of me that would have had me screaming, except Theo’s mouth crashed into mine and he swallowed it down.
We were wild like we always were when we came together, but it was magnified tonight. So needy I could burst, I ripped his shirt from his body to get my hands on him. I was addicted to the way his muscles rippled under his skin when he moved inside me. It was powerful and intimate at the same time.
Theo didn’t let up on me, fucking me breathless, making me come with his thumb on my clit, whispering filthy things about my tight little pussy and how I was his. I soaked it all up, letting it go to my head just like the blunts I’d smoked tonight.
I was loud, and he let me be, never muffling me after the first scream. His grunts were carnal, and they only spurred me on to moan and scratch and suck on his throat to make a matching claim on him.
“I’m going to come all over you. But first, I need to make you come one more time. I need it to happen soon. Can you get there?”
“Get me there,” I panted.
“Yeah,” he grunted, driving in deeper. “I’ll get you there, my good girl. My precious, sexy, good girl.”
“Tell me how good I am.”
He cupped my ass to angle my hips so when he thrust, his pelvis hit my clit, and I nearly spiraled into ecstasy.