Page 78 of Fake Out Hearts

I’m not really surprised he agrees, but I am shocked he did it so quickly. He’s been so measured and considerate throughout this whole process, so the tension must have really been killing him too. In a weird way, it feels good to know he’s been as hungry for me as I have been for him.

“And in that case, I’ve got something else I want to do,” he says, then kisses me again. Almost instantly, heat starts building between us again as his hands wander over my body and his tongue explores my mouth. But before I realize what’s happening, he’s spinning me over onto my stomach.

He grips me by the hips and yanks me up onto my knees, then gropes my ass before his hands snake up my spine. His hardening cock finds my pussy, and he teases me with the head, making me shiver and moan. “Can you take more?” he asks, and I nod without a second to think about it.

“Definitely. But I’m surprised you’re hard again already.”

“It’s what you do to me,” he says intensely, then slides inside in one fluid motion. I’m still so wet that there’s no friction atall, and that’s good because Theo isn’t holding anything back anymore. I grip the sheets and bite the mattress to keep my moaning under control as he drills away at me.

“You look perfect from every fucking angle,” Theo says breathlessly as he takes another deep, plunging stroke into me. My eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure. He’s so big, and even though my body is used to it now, he’s hitting me from a totally different angle that’s lighting up parts of me I didn’t even know I had.

He must be getting close again because his pace picks up, so I match his rhythm, rocking my hips back as he thrusts forward. Our hips crash and slap together, filling the room with the sound of our union. The feeling is so intense that I give up on muffling my moaning. I couldn’t control it even if I tried.

“That’s it, take my fucking cock,” Theo encourages, and my body thrums. I arch my back, letting him in deeper, and the new sensation sends me crashing into my third orgasm. Theo thrusts into me several more times, gripping and clawing at my waist, until he grunts and pulls out abruptly. I glance over my shoulder and watch him come, erupting in thick ropes that paint my back.

When it’s over, I collapse onto my stomach. Every muscle in my body is overworked and on fire. I’m totally worked over, but it hurts in the best possible way. I feel Theo leave the bed and hear him pad to the bathroom. The faucet in the sink runs, and a few seconds later, he returns with a wet, warmed towel. He tenderly cleans me up, starting with my back before moving down to my aching, sated pussy.

“Thank you,” I say, half asleep and gazing up at him contently.

“I should be the one thanking you. That was fucking incredible,” Theo says as he tosses the towel into the bathroom. He goes to lie down beside me, but Milo comes bounding into the room and plants his wet snout right in my ear.

“Looks like someone’s ready for his morning walk,” Theo says with a laugh as he pats Milo’s head.

“Poor guy is probably starving too. We’ve been up here for a long time.”

The sun is already high in the sky, and I realize I have no idea what time it is. Or how long Theo and I have been at it.

“Come on, boy, let’s get you some food,” Theo tells the dog.

He helps me to my feet, and I slip back into my robe, which ended up on the floor at some point. Then Milo chases Theo downstairs, barking and whimpering the whole way.

When I join them, Milo has his face in his food bowl, and Theo’s already making coffee. I walk over and wrap my arms around him from behind, full of a feeling I can’t quite describe, and he pulls me around to place another kiss on my forehead.

“Do you have plans after practice today?” I ask, and he fixes me with a quizzical look.

“Not yet. You have something in mind?”

“Yeah. I’d like to take you somewhere.”

His brows rise, but he smiles. “Alright. Then let’s do it.”

“Good. I’m gonna go get showered up. I’ll see you when you get home,” I say and leave him guessing.

Because it’s my turn to do the surprising.

After my shower, I spend some time browsing social media for the perfect place for Theo’s surprise while he’s at practice. Milo sits with me on the couch, his head resting in my lap, while I scroll around on my phone for somewhere to go ice skating.

It would probably be easiest to just go to the arena, but Theo spends enough time there as it is, and it’s not exactly the most picturesque or inspiring place for what I have in mind. I’mlooking for something like I used to go to when I was a kid, a random frozen lake or pond that the locals turn into a skating rink. This is Colorado, so there must be something similar.

But I’m having trouble finding anything because I’m not sure what to search for. These kind of things tend to just pop up, they aren’t plastered all over social media with RSVPs and whatnot, so I’m just starting to convince myself that I might be out of luck when I decide to give it one last desperate search. I tap into the search bar and type “ice skating pond Denver CO” and hit enter. The results turn up a bunch of unrelated crap—posts about Denver weather, someone organizing a fishing group—but a post made yesterday by a woman who seems to be my age stands out.

“Can’t believe I just learned how to ice skate on a frozen pond. How Denver is that?”

Lucky for me, she tagged a location, so I tap on it and the app opens a map that shows exactly the pond she mentioned. Even luckier, it’s in a park that’s only a couple of miles from the condo. I was hoping for something a bit more isolated, but beggars can’t be choosers, so I screenshot the name and address of the park for later.

“There we go, buddy,” I say and pat Milo’s head. He sighs at me and rolls over without taking his head out of my lap, so I rub his stomach. If the park were a little closer, I’d take Milo for a walk to scope it out, but after our extended romp this morning, I want to save the energy I have left for skating with Theo later. I’m not sure what he’ll think of this little surprise, but I’m hoping he’ll appreciate it.

And I’m hoping he’ll have an extra pair of skates somewhere around here that will fit me. I could search around myself, but I don’t want him to feel like I’m snooping, so I’ll just wait to ask until he gets home. But I don’t know how long he’ll be and I’m feeling antsy, so I turn on the TV and try to find something to kill the time.

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