"Theo..." She pulls me between her legs. My cock comes back to life. "He's trying to have me sent away to federal prison for something I didn't do." She kisses my neck, my shoulder, my chest. My eyes close. I should push her away. Tell her that I'll take her back to her car, but my entire body is frozen. My brain doesn't seem to be working. "And let's say that you're wrong about that. I heard him say he's putting me in harm's way." Her lips continue to plant kisses all over my chest.
I can't fucking think. Pushing her away, I take a step back, hoping to clear the air so I can breathe, but just the sight of her makes me heady. "I hear you."
Her shoulders slouch. She glances down. "Look at me. I've never been with anyone else. I'm not a slut. I'm not someone who sleeps with a different guy every week. This is a big deal for me to let you see all of me, touch all of me. I've never..." Another tear falls. "I've never been with anyone else. I was committed to what we thought we had. It's all a lie, though."
"And I think that's why I think this is a terrible idea. I don't want to be a rebound fuck to you or something you do to try to retaliate against him...a pawn you can use to make him jealous." Rolling my eyes, I blow out a breath. "This is so fucked up."
"If I made you feel like that's what this is, I'm sorry." She reaches a hand out to me, and for some fucking reason, I put mine in hers. "It's not, Theo. I don't know what this is between us, but there's some kind of a connection. I felt it the second I saw you."
I look up at her through my lashes. "You can say that again."
"If the old saying 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer' wasn't so true, I'd call him right now and tell him to go to hell." She swirls her finger around my hand. "But you yourself said I needed to continue as normally as possible with him. So how can you withdraw like this? I know we just met, that you have no reason to trust me, but I'm being real with you."
I nod. For the first time all night, I can see through her exterior into her soul, and the Theo who can read people knows she's cut the bullshit. She's not playing. She's serious. And she wants me.
"He is possessive and jealous, you said. I'm just possessive, Jules. I want you all to myself."
"And I've only ever been with one person. I'm not interested in bed hopping." She swallows. "It makes me feel dirty and sick to think about being with him again. But..." She pulls me closer, and I let her. "I don't want to talk about him, Thunder Theo." She giggles. "I want you to make me forget how fucked up my life is and just fuck my brains out. Unless, you're all talk and no action."
I smirk. "Are you sure you're sure?"
She sighs. "How many times are you going to ask me that? Think of it as a game. I've already left him in my mind. I'm just playing whatever the hell it is he started." She releases my hand and takes my head between her hands and gives me the slowest, sweetest kiss I've ever had in my life. "I'm positive. You're the one killing me now. Take me. Please, Theo. I don't care where it is. On the wall, on this counter. On the floor. Just stake your claim." She lets go, then glances at her left hand. She twists the ring on her finger. "I bet he wouldn't even notice it if I didn't wear it."
"Probably not."
She slips it off. "I'll tell him I lost it." Then, she opens my palm and places it in my hand. What the hell is she doing? I don't want the damn thing. "Flush it down the drain for all I care. But you take it. I was his, and I'm yours now. I want to be yours. In a day, Theo, you've treated me better than he ever has. I mistook his material gifts for love." Another tear trickles down her cheek. "He would have never tried to protect me the way you did. He would have never stayed in the alley after I walked away. By the way. Why were you still there?"
I can't help the grin spreading across my face, not because she's crying or because of how much of a dick skatá prósopo is, but because I'm thankful she recognizes I'm nothing like him after just one night. Brushing her hair away from her face, I tilt my head. "I wanted to make sure you made it to him safely. I don't trust him, and I know I halted something today I shouldn't have with you." I cringe. "I didn't want you to get hurt. But turns out I apparently can only protect you from physical danger, not the emotional shit."
"I appreciate that you want to protect me. That's … " I shrug. "New."
He puts the ring down on the counter, then skims my cheek. "It shouldn't be. I swear, Jules. I hate the fucker."
I nod. "Me too. And that hurts because I've wasted so many years on him."
He dips his head down and presses his lips to mine while twisting his hand on my hair. This kiss is deeper, more sensual. It's not carnal like the others. His tongue slips in, and he lets it dance around. All the air leaves me, my body relaxes in his grip, and I completely submit to whatever he's trying to say to me. Fighting my eyes that are about to roll in the back of my head, I open them as wide as I can to watch him. His are closed tight, but then they flash open. Something about him catching me causes me to squirm. His eyes are molten, and they search mine in the same way his tongue is doing to my mouth. Raising my arms, I grasp his bulging biceps, running my hands up and down them. Then, I make my way to his sides, letting my fingers slowly make their way further south. Those little muscles on his side by his ribs flex, then his abs, and finally, I trace the indention of that perfect V.
I want him so much. More than I've ever wanted Charlie. So much so, I can feel the heat and the wetness between my legs. The throbbing is intensifying, and I can't squeeze them together like I have all night. No. The only thing I can do is start to move, to find a way to create friction. My hips rotate in circles, up and down, back and forth. His eyes close again, and a guttural growl vibrates through my mouth. My lips curve up into a smile. My hand finds his length. He has every right to be cocky. Wrapping my hand around it, I give it a squeeze and a pull. He sucks my tongue. Hard, and it's at that moment I finally lose control of my eyes and every other muscle in my body.
Instead of pumping it, I swirl my finger over the tip, spreading the pre-cum, and then ever so lightly trace my fingers over the vein.
He pulls back. "You're fucking killing me."
"Ha. That's funny. Because in case you didn't notice, I'm yearning for something, anything in between my legs."
He smirks, grabbing the condom package. "I love that you tell me what you want."
"What do you want?" I ask. The truth of the matter is I could have never told Charlie what I wanted. Never could I have asked him this. It was always about his needs, not mine. And because of that, looking back, I think I almost resent him for it. I release his cock so he can slide the condom over it, moving my hand to between my legs, massaging it.
His jaw drops. "You never cease to surprise me in the best of ways. That's fucking hot," he says as he grips himself and moves his hand up and down his shaft a few times.
"I've never done anything like this before."
"Are you sure?"
I nod. "But it's like you turn me into this girl I didn't even know was hidden beneath the surface." My eyes become hooded as the sensations start to build. His are too. And his breaths are short and loud. "Theo."
"Yeah?"
"What do you want?"
He takes my hand, gently lays me back, and sucks the fingers I'd been using. "Right now, all I want is you." He rubs his cock over my slick folds, and I inhale sharply, my lids closing. The fingers of his other hand start at my breastbone and skim down my torso as he pushes into me. Opening my eyes, I watch him close his. "Fuck, Jules."
Slapping the counter as he fills me, I take every inch of him. My hips start to move, ever so slowly. "Yes, Theo," I say, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist. It's like my arms have a mind of their own, and they go above my head and grasp my hair. "Ah. You feel so good." And he does. My mind is blurry. Everything is hazy. The only thing I can focus on is the intense pleasure mounting within me from him. This. Is. Mind-blowing. But when I try to form words to speak to him, all that comes out is a bunch of unattractive sounds and moans. He starts to pound harder, and I arch my back off the counter. When I do, he loops his arm under me, pulls me, and picks me up so that I'm impaled on him. "Oh." He does it so quickly my hair whips in our faces. I blow it away before wrapping my arms around his neck, then kissing his neck, his shoulder, anywhere and everywhere.
He's doing the same to me as he walks the few steps to the door, slams me into it, and starts to pump. "Fucking wall sex for you, agapemèni."
Thank you. Theo is a freakin' sex god. My lips part to say something, but waves start to ripple through me. His lips find mine, and he jabs his tongue in my mouth. It's like our bodies are one with everything, moving together perfectly timed. Every thrust takes me a little closer to the edge. I run my nails up his back before holding on tightly to his shoulders as my body trembles and falls apart on him.