Sugar Baby Beautiful(84)

"Fuck." I moaned, rocking into his mouth. He didn’t hold back, and I couldn’t stop the noises that escaped me.

His hands reached up and I placed them on my breasts.

"Fuck, baby," I hissed. I didn’t want to be the only one getting pleasure out of this. Pulling away, he licked his lips as he stared at me. I pushed him onto his back. He sat wiping the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyes almost made me melt right there and there.

I straddled him and took off my shirt completely. I stroked him, enjoying how his chest rose and his lips parted but he didn’t speak. I sat up onto my knees and lowered myself onto him slowly, torturing him and myself until he couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed my waist, pulling me down onto him, hard.

"Ah, shit. Fuck." I moaned, closing my eyes.

I put my hands on his chest, bracing myself as I rode on top of him. He gripped my thighs, slamming up into me as I came down. My whole body felt like it was humming, coming alive.

Not satisfied like this, he rolled us over, pinning me under him once more. He thrust so deep, I rose off the bed and my toes curled. Yes! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. We moved in tandem and perfect unison, my hands around his neck. I panted against him as we sped up.

How did we go almost a month without this? I felt the need to ask myself that every time we had sex.

"Oh my God." I gripped him tighter as he sat up on his knees, taking me with him. After I wrapped my legs around him, he began to pound into me, fucking me like he had the very first time we met.

"Theo!" I gasped, raking my nails down his shoulders, no doubt marking him. He took my hands and placed them over my head as he thrust deeper into me.

"Look at me," he commanded, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the sweet punishment he was delivering. He slowed his strokes to a painful pace as retaliation.

"No, please." I almost whined.

"Look at me," he said again, and I opened my eyes, meeting his deep green ones. I felt like he was staring at every part of me. He was taking me all in, devouring all I had with every thrust.

He kissed my lips as we came together.

"God, I love you." He gasped as he fell on top of me.

I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t even sure I could speak at this point. I just held on to him.

I heard Cleo and Mark whispering outside the bedroom door. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to block them out, to only focus on him and this moment.





Theo


Rolling over, I reached for her, but the spot next me was cold. I would have panicked had it not been for what sounded like her puking in the bathroom.

“Felicity?” I got up and grabbed my boxers from the floor.

“I’m fine! Don’t come in!” she yelled before she once again threw up.

I opened the door and saw her sitting in front of the toilet, her body covered in sweat. She was dressed in my shirt. “You don’t sound fine.”

“I told you not to come in,” she muttered, pushing herself off the floor. I tried to help her, but she brushed my hand away. “Do you always have to see me at my worst? I’m embarrassed enough.”

“Fuck being embarrassed. If you aren’t feeling well—”

“It’s just the meds. They warned me it would cause nausea,” she said, rinsing her mouth out with water.

“Dr. Butler said there were other combinations of—”

“No! No more experimenting on me. I’ve tried so many different drugs in my life. I’m so tired and just need them to be gone. If I take this long enough, they will go away!” she cried, clutching the sink.

“Who?” I stepped up beside her. Her head shot up to me so quickly you would have thought I’d screamed at her. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed slowly but didn’t answer. “Felicity, who is it that you want to go away?”

“It’s nothing, I just meant—”

“Don’t lie to me, Felicity. You’re still seeing them. Mark and Cleo, you still see them. You lied to your doctor… to me.”

She shook her head. “I know they aren’t real! I didn’t mean to lie, but it’s not working. That place isn’t for me. ”

“Oh god,” I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. I knew it. She wasn’t ready. How could I have just—fuck.

“Theo.” She reached for me, but I stepped away from her.

“You need to go back.”

She glared at me, shaking her head. “No, I won’t!”

“Felicity!” I yelled, but she stomped into the bedroom. Following her, I grabbed her arm. “You need to go back.”

“What part of no are you not understanding! I will not. I can’t go back to that place. I won’t do it.”