“Don’t fucking tease me Lilly.” He growls through gritted teeth. I smirk at him and his eyes blaze.
“Don’t be so fucking impatient.” I snap back. He’s the epitome of pure man, all hormones and muscles. He loosens his grip on my hair slightly, but not enough for me to reach him. I stick my tongue out and just lick the end of his cock. It jerks and twitches immediately. I hear the breath hiss between his teeth, and now it’s me with the shit eating grin on my face. I grab his arse cheeks and pull him forward hard. He loses his balance and staggers forward a step. I instantly wrap my lips around the head of his cock, and he groans a string of curses. I love that I hold this much power over Theodore Ellis, a man who is the embodiment of power. I love that I can make him desperate. I can have him moaning my name and begging me. It’s the biggest fucking turn on.
I tip my head forward and allow his cock to slide down my throat. I flick my tongue across his bell end and he moans my name, though it sounds more like a prayer. I grip his balls in my hand and roll them between my fingers. His fingers wind through the strands of my hair, clenching and releasing aimlessly.
I drag my eyes up his body to find him watching me. He’s unhinged, out of control and on the edge…because of me.
“Fuck.” He groans as I start to work him faster. I want to watch him fall apart. His cock twitches in my mouth as he moans long and low. “I’m going to come!” He yells. That’s the cursory ‘if you want to bail now is your chance’. Pft, he knows me better than that. He lets out a hoarse shout and throws his head back. The muscles of his stomach pop as his torso clenches, and warm salty fluid hits the back of my throat. I swallow, and suck him dry, releasing his cock with a small pop.
“Shiiit!” He says. His legs buckle and he falls to the ground in a heap. He lays down on his back on the kitchen floor, eyes closed, cock still out and glistening in spit. Wow.
“Um, you okay?” I ask tentatively. I’m tempted to poke him to check he’s alive. Death by blow job. How poetic. Fitting really.
He grunts a response and I shrug. I get up and go make myself a latte, before resuming my spot at the breakfast bar. I pick up yesterdays paper and start browsing through the random shit that the modern tabloids have to offer. Theo reads The Sun. Three guesses why, or should I say three pages in. I turn to said page.
“You know, I don’t see the point in having fake boobs if they are obviously fake. Surely that defeats the object?”
I glance down at Theo, he cracks one eye open, a sly smile creeping over his lips. “You thinking of upgrading the girls?”
I roll my eyes. “No. I’m just saying…” I pick up the paper and point to said triple G on the page.
He shrugs and closes his eyes again. “There are two types of women babe. There are those you fuck, and those you fuck more than once.”
“That sounds like something Hugo would say.” I mumble.
He smirks. “It is. That…”He gestures toward the page. “…is a girl you fuck, and quite frankly, you don’t give a shit what’s real or fake.”
“Huh. You make it all sound so simple.” He heaves himself off the floor and pulls his trackies up, putting his cock away.
“It is simple.” He kisses the side of my neck. “I love you.” He grins as he winks and strides past me to the coffee machine.
“Doesn’t count.” I say in a sing song voice. Seriously, never say I love you after oral. Ever. It just loses value.
He chuckles, that deep throaty laugh of his making my skin heat. “Give me a few minutes to regain my faculties, and I’ll fuck you seven ways to Sunday.”
“How romantic.” I smile. There’s no need. I’ve got my fix, my power kick. I don’t actually need an orgasm, but I know he’ll insist. Such hardships I endure.
I sit anxiously with my phone propped on the table in front of me. Surely if I stare at it long enough it will ring. God, this is killing me. I need to know what is going on. The last place I want to be right now is in this busy café. Turns out, my crafty blowie didn’t get me out of breakfast. When Theo said he wanted my curves back, he wasn’t kidding. He bought me the most enormous cooked breakfast. I managed to pick at some toast and a bit of bacon. I’m now sat here with my faithful coffee whilst Theo eats two breakfasts.
“Seriously. How are you not fat?” The boy has the body of a bloody god. It certainly isn’t for lack of appetite.
“I’m too hot to be fat.” He smirks.
I can’t help but smile. “Just so you know, I’m inherently shallow. If you ever get fat I’m leaving your arse. I’m only with you because you’re pretty.”