Yes.
“I’m fine.” My voice comes out in a barely audible whisper.
Alone with Theo, in his car, parked far away from anyone and everything with nothing but the dim light of the cloud-covered stars. I should be more nervous than I am. But I have wanted this for so long.
“How about this . . .” He breathes out a teasing laugh, his tongue resting back against his teeth. It’s the most intoxicating expression I have ever seen. My hands are tucked under my thighs, my skirt’s hem cutting a line across my thigh. My core pulses.
“I will write my name, myfullname, on your leg with this finger.” His touch leaves my knee briefly as he shows me his index finger before placing it between his teeth and closing his lips around it to suck it wet. He drags it free, then returns it to my knee, the touch cool. “When you would like me to quit writing, simply saystop.And I will.”
My lips part and an audible though hushed gasp leaves them.
“You’ll stop,” I reiterate.
Don’t stop.
His finger moves to draw the T in Theodore.
“I will,” he says, his gaze holding mine for another second before returning to his invisible penmanship work on my thigh.
My attention moves to follow the gentle path of his finger. He’s writing in cursive, every little sweep and dash like a feather that has me growing wetter . . .bolder. He reaches the hem of my skirt as his finger begins to slow down and draw the D. I glance up, my lips frozen in their barely parted position.
“Oh, Lily. Are you sure you’re ready to be a bad girl?” His grin ticks up and my center pulses with need. Without pause, my legs part a little, inviting him in. His eyes blaze, but his gaze doesn’t leave mine as his finger continues to draw along the curve of my thigh. The D, then another O. I fall back slightly and remove my own hands from the safe space under my thighs, letting my arms fall over my eyes as they blink closed and Theo continues to draw his way to the thin cotton strip of my panties.
His touch, again, feather light.
I moan and he teases his finger along the edge of the material as my legs fall open further.
“Would you like to play some more?” His mouth has moved close to my ear, his weight on the center console. I can only whimper my response, but my arm slides away enough from covering my eyes to allow our gazes to meet. I nod. He smiles and moves the center strip of my panties to the side.
My teeth grip my bottom lip and my eyes flutter shut uncontrollably, my body teeming with anticipation as one of his fingers teases the inside of my thigh while the others have curled around the fabric between my legs to expose my core to the cool air. My tender skin practically vibrates with the craving to be touched. He hasn’t placed a finger on my center yet and still I’m on the verge of coming.
“They’re white, aren’t they?”
I nod at his whispered question, a tiny whimper slipping from my lips.
Almost as if it’s a reward for him being right, his finger slides along my wet, swollen center, and I pulse against his touch. My breath hitches and he hushes me, pausing his fingertip at the most sensitive spot.
“Say it,” he says in a hushed tone.
I whimper again.
“Please,” I beg.
My thighs have spread as wide as the passenger seat of his BMW will allow and my skirt has bunched up to my waist. I spare opening my eyes for the smallest moment, and as soon as my gaze is met with the purest silver-blue eyes in the world, Theo’s finger taps against my center and my entire body begins to pulse.
“Oh, God,” I sigh out, bring my arms back over my face.
My need to orgasm is out of my control, but before I fall over the edge, Theo slides his finger against me again, driving my nerves wild.
“We’ll get this one out of the way, yes?” I nod as his finger dips inside me, curling against my insides then moving in and out. My hips lift, my body wanting to rock with his touch and take him deeper, and when my orgasm peaks, I cry out, quickly muffling it by biting my own arm.
“Fuck, Lily. You smell like sex.” His hand works my pussy, one finger increasing to two as he slips in and out, his thumb flicking against my clit while I writhe in his seat.
My arm falls from my face and my hand grabs my sweatshirt, bunching the material up as I desperately work to uncover my breasts.
“Fuck it,” Theo growls. His hand leaves me and I sit up fast, but before I have a chance to beg him not to stop, he’s left the driver’s side and is flying around the front to the passenger side. He flings my door open and grabs my hand, tugging me from the seat and guiding me to the hood where he quickly picks me up and sets me down.
Theo’s mouth covers mine in a hungry kiss as his palms grip my thighs, squeezing then sliding up to the band of my underwear. Without hesitation, his fingers curl around the sides and he pulls them down my hips and legs. I lay back on his hood and slip out of my sweatshirt as he tosses my panties to the side.