I stroked him faster as he finger-fucked my pussy, and I fought the pressure building inside me. This—toying with each other, seeing who could lose control first—was driving me crazy. Leaning forward, I licked the side of his neck, sucking and kissing it. He pulled my bra down and grabbed on to my nipple, pinching it hard.
“Oh… oh….” I moaned, closing my eyes.
He went faster, to the point where I was bouncing on his hand. My heart pounded in my chest. Again, he kissed me, his tongue not even bothering to wait for my mouth, tempting me to give in to him.
I lost the moment I let go of him. He knew it, and so did I. With both hands, I grasped on to the table and let his name roll off my tongue.
“Theo… so… fuck… oh… please… ah.”
Fuck.
“I don’t think I’m going to be jealous of anything anytime soon.” He chuckled as he licked me off his fingers. I bit my lips. Watching him taste me like that made me want him even more.
“We’re in a give-and-take relationship, Felicity.” He pulled me off the table. “So give. On your knees.”
I raised an eyebrow, but because I wanted to be the reason he lost control, I got on my knees and took his cock into my hands again. I licked the tip of it.
“Umm….”
Hearing him moan above me was all I needed. Kissing the down the length of him, I enjoyed the way he tasted before taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. I wanted to go slow and torture him. When he worked his hands into my hair, I looked up at him and kept on sucking, gliding my teeth around him.
“Jesus Christ.” He gasped, clenching a fistful of my hair. I gripped behind his knees and sucked fast, letting his cock hit the back of my throat as he thrust. We were in sync, not daring to stop.
“Feli… fuck.” He hissed as he came. I drank every drop, and he watched me.
From the look in his eyes, I knew this wasn’t over.
I was going home with my own wild stories to share.
11:13 a.m.
My back arched as I pulled on the tie securing my hands above my head to the bedpost. He had bound me and covered my eyes before running the ice, which he held in his mouth, over my nipples. A chill went through me. My toes curled, and my breath caught in my throat. He didn't stop until the ice melted.
"Theo…." I begged, trying once more to free my hands. I wanted… no, I needed to touch him.
Ignoring me, he took my nipple between his teeth.
I tried to raise a leg, but he pushed it back down and spread them apart. I felt the heat of him rubbing against me.
"Who are you so wet for?" he asked, pressing hard into me.
"You," I whispered.
"Who do you want?" He gradually began to enter me.
Fuck! This was torture. No matter how much I struggled to bring him closer, deeper into me, he wouldn't have it. Instead, he clutched on to my thighs tighter.
"You," I desperately answered. "I want you. Please fuck me!"
"As you wish."
One powerful, deep thrust, and I almost came right there. He slammed into my wet pussy, and all I could do was wrap my legs around him and take it like his bitch. I loved every second of it.
"Harder!" I demanded, getting excited, and the bed banged into the wall. My breasts bounced freely. His arms were on either side of me, and he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues circled each other.
"More!" I cried when we broke apart.
"Fucking hell," he hissed, placing his hand on my shoulder and ramming himself into me more and more.
It was heaven. I had died, and he was my own personal angel, fucking me right into heaven.
The ties on my hands loosened, and I was free, free to push him onto his back. Placing my hands on his sculpted chest, I threw my head back and rode him.
"Yes… oh… I… Theo!" I cried out as I came.
He didn't stop. He thrust deep into me repeatedly before he, too, came.
"God, you’re beautiful," he moaned, holding my waist.
Smiling, I fell on top of him.
"You’re not bad yourself," I said, taking the blindfold off as I tried to catch my breath. My skin was on fire, my hair sticking to our sweaty bodies.
He flipped me over so he was on top of me. “Are you hungry?”
“For what, exactly?”
He smiled wickedly, and it was contagious, causing me to smile in return. We both knew the answer.
Yes, no matter what for, we were hungry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Blue or Red
Felicity
1:21 a.m.
Thou shalt not judge thyself harshly.
Thou shalt not judge thyself harshly.
Thou shalt not judge thyself harshly.
I kept telling myself that as I stood under his hot shower, trying to wash away every sinful thing we had done in the last four hours. I didn’t know him! It was supposed to be one screw, then while he was sleeping, I’d planned to disappear into the night and never cross paths with him again.