“Why’d you put your shirt back on?” I grab the hem so I can get it off him.
“Dunno, but I’m not letting go of your ass, so find a different way,” he says against my throat.
The material stretches between my hands. “I’m gonna rip it off.”
His teeth scrape my jaw. “It’s my favorite shirt.”
“Then let go. I’m trying to get you naked, Spencer. Cooperation will get you inside me sooner.”
I’m unhanded instantly, and he helps me divest him of his shirt, then takes care of mine. I get stuck inside the material of my bralette when he tries to peel it off me, and he laughs, eyes crinkling. I’ve never heard his happiness so unrestrained. I tuck it away to remember later. He leans in for a kiss while my hands are over my head, the stretchy material binding me at the elbows.
“Get me out of this,” I say without heat.
His smile grows against my mouth, and he bites at my lip, licks it, kissing me with surprising playfulness as he frees me. When he pulls back and looks down between us, his eyes tracing the curves of my breasts, his amusement turns smokier.
Our eyes meet as his hands gently grip me, his thumbs moving over my nipples. He leans in, capturing my mouth, fingers pinching roughly enough to pull a desperate sound from me.
“You like that,” he says, not a question but a confirmation.
“Yeah,” I sigh, framing his face to keep his mouth, grinding my hips against his.
He pulls out of my hold, ducking his head to kiss the slope of my left breast, right over my heart. Small, plucking kisses make a path to my nipple, where he licks, then sucks hard as his hand slides up inside my sleep shorts. He realizes immediately I’m not wearing underwear and the vibration of his groan against my skin is unreal.
“Lie down,” he says hoarsely. “I’m hungry.”
My stomach pulls so tight so fast that I almost fall off his lap.
I’m spread out on the bed in less than five seconds, and Theo hovers over me, kneeling between my legs, his fingers curled into the waistband of my shorts. A tiny grin pulls up his mouth. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, lifting my hips so he can undress me. His eyes go dark when he tosses my shorts aside, taking me in.
My heart twists as Theo scoots back, adjusting into a position that looks like supplication—shoulders down, head bowed. His face lowers between my thighs and his gaze snares mine, then holds it as he opens his mouth over me.
Other guys have gone down on me, but no one’s savored me the way Theo does, licking and sucking, stopping only to gasp out a breath every once in a while. His hand grips my thigh, holding it open so he can do his work.
“Fuck, Noelle.” He pulls back after a time, watching the wet slide of his thumb over me, the press of his fingers as they move down to slip inside. His mouth finds me again, exactly where I need it, in a rhythm that gets me there so fast it’s embarrassing. Then I’m coming, hands gripping his hair. He groans against me, eyes wild and latched on mine.
My throat stings as Theo crawls slowly over my body once he’s brought me down, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my neck. I’m grateful the walls are thicker here, and that his room is on the floor above us. I don’t have to hold back.
“I love your sounds when you come,” Theo says, licking his lips with a smirk before kissing me. Against my mouth, he adds, “You’re going to give them to me again in a few minutes.”
“Always so sure of yourself.” I push at the waistband of his gym shorts, watching avidly as he takes over, stripping down.
When he presses against me, both of us naked, we let out the same hungry sound. He’s thick and hard between my legs. I shift so that he’s right there.
His hips start to move, and he groans into my neck. “God, the feel of you. It’s so fucking good. Let me do this before I get the condom.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he adjusts his body over mine, nudging my thighs further apart with his own. “You’re really taking your time, Spencer. Come on.”
“Mmm,” he rumbles. “Feels like your body was made for me.”
It was. My mind screams it as I snake my hand down between us. I wrap my hand around him, run it up and down his slick skin.
“Jesus, hold on,” he gasps out, fumbling for his shorts. He pulls a foil packet out and, with one last searching kiss, sits back on his haunches.
This man is a work of art. Even putting a condom on, he looks beautiful, his expression taut with pleasure. When he smooths the latex down, he lets out a shaky breath. Our eyes meet and something deeper than lust passes between us. It’s a sharp need, not just for the meeting of our bodies, but for the emotional threads we’ve woven together. Right now, it feels like we’re creating something unbreakable.
I reach for him. “Come here.”
He does, his hand wrapped tightly around his base before lowering his body over mine.
“Are you okay?” he asks, an echo of the same question he asked the other day after we’d yelled ourselves into temporary relief.
Maybe that’s what this is, too. “Yeah. Are you?”
His head dips as he guides himself to me, as he strokes in just barely. “Yeah.”
It’s a gradual push and pull, each time getting deeper, but I want all of him. “You don’t have to be careful with me.”
He groans quietly. “Fuck. I know.”
It seems to unlock something in him, though, and he thrusts all the way in, hard enough to shake us both. Hard enough to make us groan with the unbelievable pressure.
He rises to his knees, panting, one hand on my hip. The other goes to my chest, right below my throat. He brushes his thumb up the column of my neck, pressing in when he gets to my pulse point.
“Are you holding yourself back from your natural inclination to choke me?”
He laughs, incredulous. “What?”
“You always touch my neck when we’re doing things.”
“Things?” His hips start moving, too slowly, an unbearable drag.
I groan. “Kissing, touching, fucking now.”
His expression softens into something achingly vulnerable. “I like feeling your heart beat fast for me.” A secret revealed in the middle of our sex. “That’s how I know you like me.”
I look down the length of our bodies, to where he’s inside me. To his hand, curled tight around my hip. I make a whole production of it, then drag my eyes back up to Theo’s.
“I think it’s obvious I like you.”
He bites his lip against a grin, rocking into me. “You haven’t said it.”
My heart starts beating faster underneath his thumb. “Were you waiting for me to?”
His head kicks back as his pace increases, then slows again. He groans. He’s holding himself back. He wants it to last, and that makes me want to break him into desperation. I need it.
“Because I do,” I say, quietly.
Theo’s eyes open, and he looks down at me, hips working, stomach clenched tight. “You do what?”
My nerves and need and arousal all mix together, making my voice shaky. “I like you.”
He pushes into me so hard on the you that my voice breaks.
It’s not a secret now: I like him, so much, too much, and maybe he’ll ruin me. Not just because he’s curled over me now, mouth crashing over mine, holding on to me so tight I’ll feel it for days, but because he pulls back and says breathlessly, grinning, “I like you, too.”