Page 10 of Fake Out Hearts

“Oh my god, Theo,” I groan as the rumbling swells into a burning of nerve endings on fire. My second orgasm sneaks up and pummels me, crashing through me like the waves on the LA shore. I grind myself down against his face, gasping at the electric feeling of his stubble rasping against my sensitive skin. Wave after wave of pleasure fills me, forcing my eyes shut and the breath out of my lungs. My toes curl so tightly that it’s sweetly painful.

When it passes, I slump back against the wall, but Theo still isn’t finished with me.

He grabs my other leg and throws it over his shoulder as well. I yelp when I lose contact with the floor, but his broad shoulders keep me suspended easily as my back rests against the wall. He’s not a lot taller than Shawn, who was just as muscular and built from playing hockey too, but Theo feels bigger and stronger somehow. It’s amazing how our bodies just seem to fit together, to read each other.

Theo never pulls away or stops eating me for a second. If I weren’t so overridden with pleasure, I’d be amazed at his abilityto hold me up and devour me at the same time. I’m starting to feel a little dizzy from the whiskey, the multiple orgasms, and being held up like this, but I’m not at all sure I’m ready for it to be over yet. My entire nervous system is screaming in overload, but I don’t want him to stop.

“The more you come, the sweeter you taste, princess,” Theo mutters against me, making me shiver.

He slows down, licking torturously slow circles around the very edges of my white-hot clit. My thighs squeeze his head, and my fingers claw into his scalp, but that only seems to egg him on.

“I want one more,” he growls.

“Oh god,” I gasp, my pulse racing. “Are you serious? You already blew my mind twice. I don’t think I can come again. I—”

Whatever I was about to say gets swallowed up by a gasp as he laps at my clit again. Then he draws back to fix those devastating green eyes of his on me, but this time he’s not smiling. Something burns in his eyes, hot enough to send sparks racing through my veins.

“You can. And youwill,” he demands, then drops his head again.

He kisses, licks, and nips at every inch of my pussy, and I fall apart. Noises even I can’t describe are flowing out of my mouth like a woman possessed. Maybe it’s because I’ve already come twice and everything is extra sensitive, but it takes even less time for a third orgasm to bubble over.

Jesus, this man is going to break me.Maybe he already has.

The thought races through my head on repeat, clashing with the sound of his wet and hungry lapping at my equally wet pussy and thighs until my body starts tensing. As yet another orgasm shockwaves through me, my back arches against the door, and he groans his approval as I fall apart on his face for a third time.

Finally, he pulls himself away from me and scoops me up into his arms. I couldn’t walk even if I wanted to right now, soI focus on catching my breath while he carries me to the bed. He lowers me down onto the edge on my back, its pillowy top hugging me. But I can tell from the animalistic look in his eyes we aren’t done.

“I told you that you deserved someone who’d treat you like a princess,” he says, smirking.

“Forget being a princess, I feel like a fucking goddessright now,” I whisper and watch as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket. He flips it open and pulls a condom out, then tears it open with his teeth.

“Because you are. And don’t you ever forget it.” He rips his shirt up over his head with his free hand, revealing a toned body I couldn’t even have dreamed of.

Tattoos litter his chest and arms, more than I can count or keep track of. They’re barely visible in the moonlight streaming in through the open window beside us, but a crouched, snarling tiger on his left pec catches my eye as he unbuttons his jeans. It reminds me so much of him—threatening on the outside, and wild inside.

And it’s hot as hell.

I stare up at this untamed animal of a man towering over me with my heart racing and my clit throbbing. And as he peels his boxers down his marbled muscle thighs, I can’t stop myself from gasping.

Becauseeverypart of him is huge.

Chapter 5

Theo

My cock twitches under Becca’s gaze, and desire thrums through me all over again. Watching her drink in my tattoos like she was trying to memorize every one of them was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, but the intense mix of awe, heat, and intimidation playing out on her face makes precum dribble from my cock head.

I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna come before I ever get inside you.”

Blush races across her cheeks and her eyes dart up to mine. “Oh, uh, sorry. I wasn’t trying to stare, it’s just… you’re beautiful. And I had no idea you had so much ink.”

“I bet there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I say as I crawl onto the bed over her, forcing her onto her back. I kiss my way up her body, starting at the tender insides of her thighs, and love the way she jolts every time my lips touch her. If she was mine, I’d treat her like this every fucking night, just so she never forgot how important she is to me.

“Then tell me,” she whispers back, and it drives me crazy.

Not that I’m bragging, but I’ve hooked up with more than my fair share of puck bunnies over the years. The thing is, mostof them don’t give a shit about anything other than getting the bragging rights of bagging an Aces player for a night. And maybe it’s because I have so many, but I’ve never had a single woman ask me about the story behind my tattoos—not that I would’ve told them anyway.

But the fact that Becca’s insisting on it does something to me.

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