Sauter (Ironside Academy, #3)(126)
“Better.” He squeezed her waist. “You can borrow my shirts too, you know.”
“Really?” She felt her smile pushing into her cheeks.
“Yeah.” He ran his hands down her thighs, and then up again, slipping beneath the shirt to lightly circle her hips. “Fuck. You look good.” He quickly shifted her off, dropping her back to the mattress. “I’m glad you’re here, Illy.” He turned her around, tugging the blanket around him as he pressed close behind her, his arm wrapping around her front.
Maybe there was something wrong with her, because all she could think about was how amazing he smelled and how much she desperately wanted him to touch her the same way he did the night she was released from the hospital.
“I’m glad I’m here too.” She hugged his arm, feeling a persistent nudge of fear against her chest. She wasn’t even sure if it was his or hers, but she was suddenly terrified that she might have to leave him the next day.
She wasn’t sure if she could.
“Don’t worry.” He nuzzled into her neck, his warmth spreading through her body. “I’ll apply to visit whatever settlement you’re in if you’re not with me. I won’t leave you.”
She sucked in a shaky breath, and then turned around, his arm lifting to allow the movement before resettling over her.
“What if I have feelings?” she whispered, already wanting to take the words back. Or cry. Or throw up.
His eyes flicked between hers, his jaw flexing. “What kind of feelings?”
She pulled his hand to her chest, pressing it over her pounding heart. “Would that be okay?”
“Yeah, pretty. I think that would be fucking fine.” His voice was a growl, his Alpha ring growing bigger, making his eyes appear darker. “Ah, fuck the rules.” He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, his tongue staking an immediate claim.
After the turmoil of everything that had happened that day, kissing Theodore was like coming home, and a sob built up in the back of her throat, quickly swallowed by him as he eased her backward, rolling on top of her, his knee kicking one of her legs wide before he settled his hips to hers, rocking his erection against her.
His kiss grew more demanding, his hands tearing his shirt off her body before she even realised what was happening. He paused, his forehead notched against hers, his body vibrating as he pulled in a few deep breaths.
“You okay?” she whispered, touching his jaw.
“Better.” He kissed her again and then trailed kisses down her neck. “Just pent up. Don’t want to lose control. Not going to fuck you tonight.”
“Why not?” she asked, her mind full of his scent and the feel of his hands dragging down her sides.
He grunted, ripping her panties, and pulling them from her body in one ruined length of fabric.
“Shit, sorry.” He stared at his hand, and then at her, his eyes travelling slowly over her chest, following the chain embedded in her skin down to her belly button and then dipping between her legs as he slowly pressed her knees apart.
The breath left his chest in a heavy groan. “Right now, I can’t think of a single reason why, but I know I don’t want to rush you.”
He lowered over her again, his mouth drawn to hers like a magnet, his tongue thrusting deep as his fingers clenched against her hips, his cock rocking between her legs again. Though this time, only his boxers separated them.
“You want me to make you feel good again?” he rasped against her mouth. It was more of a demand than a question, but she nodded anyway.
She felt something tickle against her hand but ignored it as Theodore suddenly slid down the bed, forcing her knees wide apart, pressing them back against the bed, his tongue laving at the wetness he was creating between her thighs.
Her body bowed, a whimper catching in the back of her throat as her hands flew to his head. He moved to her clit, showering it with attention until she was losing her mind. It was fast and hard—ruthless, almost. He brought her to orgasm so quickly her breathy moans were interrupted by a hiccup of surprise, and then he climbed up her body again, propping himself up with one arm as he freed his cock, his knees trapping her legs together as he forced his hard length between her thighs, dipping it into the sticky, warm heat he had created. He thrust it in and out of the space between her thighs a few times, spreading her own honey over her skin before he pulled it out and started stroking himself, his eyes dark, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, all of his glorious muscles tensed.
“Was just going to focus on you,” he gritted. “But I need you covered. Need it all over you. You’re fucking mine. Fuck.” He squeezed himself, and the first ribbon of white streaked across her chest, then her ribs, then her stomach. He kicked her knees wide, stroking himself a few more times as the final drips landed right on her pussy. She never would have thought she would be fantasising about anyone covering her in their semen, but some primal part of her brain was glowing and preening at the stark claiming. Her fingers were twitching to push the drops on her pussy lips inside herself, but that might be going a little too far.
He sat back, still hard, his length still twitching as he stared at her body before his eyes crawled up to hers, shadowed with desire.
“I wish I could keep you like this forever.”
She swallowed, her voice husky as she said, “This is a family-friendly show.”