“Shhhhh,” he coos again, sucking on the overstimulated bundle of nerves, and my breathing hitches.
A wave of chaotic pleasure erupts between my legs, spreading to my spine and chest and lights up my mind. It swells, grows and when I think this is it, the orgasm slams into me, racing across my nerve endings like a hot, silk whip. White light flashes on the back of my eyelids as Theo grips my hips harder to keep me upright.
“That’s it...” His warm breath fans my skin, his fingers prolonging my orgasm. “There you go,omorfiá. You needed that, didn’t you? You neededme.”
I bite the back of my hand, my body limp, legs no longer fit to hold my weight as the orgasm dies down, leaving me limp and satisfied beyond comprehension. Muffled moans ricochet off the walls when Theo unhooks my leg, standing tall.
“Naí. Naí. Kai páli, parakaló[6],” I pant, only half aware I switched to Greek.
He clasps his fingers around my throat, the other hand in my hair when he kisses me, and I get a second-hand taste of myself on his tongue. “Again, huh? Next time you come, it’ll be on my cock, but it sure won’t be in my brother’s guest bedroom.”
I’m still floating ten feet above the ground when I fist his shirt with both hands and push him toward the bed, not breaking the kiss until I have him on his back, covered with my body the way I’ve imagined and dreamed of for weeks.
I flip the button on his jeans and yank them down together with his boxers, wasting no time. His perfect, long cock stands to attention, begging for my touch. Since I laid my eyes on him, I knew he was packing good, and I wasn’t wrong. I shiver at the thought of having all those inches thrust inside me. I lick my lips, holding Theo’s gaze when I wrap my fingers around him, stroking in short moves.
“You think it was nice to hidethisfrom me all this time?” I lean over him, speaking against his lips, my hair framing our faces. “Sharing is caring.”
He groans through a smile. “Thalia, we—” Words catch in his throat when I squeeze harder, slide down, dip my head, and take him into my mouth. “Fuck...” he rumbles, gathering my hair in both hands so he can watch as I slide my lips down his thick length. “Sweet fucking Jesus... don’t stop, little one.”
The control I have over him at this moment is exhilarating. He’s at my mercy, losing his mind as I sync the rhythm of my hand with my lips, pumping harder with a measured delight of a nymphomaniac.
The head of his swollen cock hits the back of my throat, forcing another low, satisfied growl out of him that spurs me on. I move my free hand up his stomach and brace against his neck, putting just enough pressure on his throat to intensify the oncoming orgasm.
And when he comes, it’s all over my neck.
I lift my gaze, mesmerized by the vein throbbing along the column of his neck, hooded eyes, and parted lips. He’s perfectly still for a few intense seconds, lips parted as warm trickles of his cum splash against my skin. I drop my hand from his neck, satisfied by the ecstasy flickering in his aroused irises.
I lean back a little, resting on my calves, and Theo sits, stroking his thumb along my bottom lip, eyes on the trickle of his seed adorning my neck.
“Pearls suit you,” he says, breathing on the quick side. “I’ll put a string on your neck every now and then.”
I cup his face and steal another kiss, hooked on the fluttering of my heart when his tongue teases mine slowly.
He breaks away first, stamping a sweet peck on my nose. “That’s our friendship officially ruined.”
“We were never meant to be friends. You wanted to fuck me on day one, but you changed your mind halfway through the evening, remember?”
“Because you’re too good to fuck and forget.”
“This,” I point between us, “is in no way over, or anywherenearover,andit won’t be over anytime soon, Theo. Understood? I licked you. You’re mine.”
“I licked you too,” he smirks.
“Then I’m yours.”
He grips my jaw again and captures my lips, the kiss different from the others... slow, sensual, and full of passion. Designed to prove he thinks the same—we’re not over.
We’ve barely begun.
“We need to get you cleaned up.” He pats my thigh, urging me to get moving. “Everyone’s waiting for us with lunch.”
“Lunch? Baby, if you’re hungry... eat me.”
“I will.” He curls his fingers under my chin. “As soon as we’re home, you’re all I’ll eat until we fall asleep.”
I hop off the bed, pull my dress down, and head to the bathroom, my mind at ease. “Promises, promises.”
Theo chuckles behind me. “You’re asking for trouble.”