Page 9 of Fake Out Hearts

The elevator dings when we arrive at his floor, and he lowers me to my feet carefully before pulling me out of the elevatorand down the hall toward his room. We’re moving so fast we’re almost running, but Theo doesn’t seem to care in the slightest who sees us or worry we might run into someone he knows. The only thing he’s focused on is fishing his keycard out of his pocket.

“Fucking hell,” he curses when he tries to cram the card into the slot and misses because his hands are shaking. He turns around to plant a quick kiss on my lips, then tries again. He must’ve put it in too fast though, because the little light above the slot flashes red. “Dammit.”

It’s stupid, but the way he’s so desperate to get me into his room only makes me want him more. He makesmefeel wanted, something I’ve never really felt with Shawn. With him, sex always felt like an obligation, something he ordered up when and however he wanted. And it wasn’t like I could say no or had any say whatsoever in how it went.

If I’d left it up to him, he probably would’ve brought the cameras in the bedroom with us.

The thought makes me angry, so I push it away. I’m a world away from Shawn right now, and that’s exactly how I want it.

“Here, let me try,” I whisper and take the keycard from him.

I put the card in slowly but firmly, and the light flashes green as the lock disengages.

“Thank fuck,” Theo growls and pushes it open with his foot to pull me inside by the hand.

As soon as we’re inside, he shoves the door closed, then presses me up against it. His lips meet mine in a hungry kiss, his hands going to the hem of the jersey I’m wearing. He pulls away just long enough to tug it over my head in one fluid motion and toss it to the floor. I’ve got a tank top and bra on underneath, and even though he hasn’t even gotten me naked yet, Theo’s eyes heat as he drinks me in.

The way he’s looking at me makes something warm pool low in my belly, and I finish what he started, pulling off my tank top before unhooking my bra and sliding it down my arms.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Theo murmurs as his hands trail up my ribcage toward my breasts. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, princess.”

Cupping each breast, he traces circles around my nipples with the pads of his thumbs and I can’t hold back the groan that leaks out of me because they’re so sensitive.

“I’ve been dying to taste you since we got in the Uber. And now you’re all mine,” he says and attacks my neck with his mouth, kissing and sucking all the way up it until he reaches my lips.

“Fuck,” I breathe into his mouth. “Take me.”

Theo drops to his knees and rips my shorts and panties down together like there’s nothing holding them in place. Before my brain can catch up, his tongue flicks against my swollen clit and I cry out in shock and ecstasy. His hotel is probably packed with people, including his teammates, but I’m way too turned on to care. And something tells me Theo isn’t going to hold back for their sake either.

“You like that?” he breathes into my pussy, his hot breath like fire against my clit.

“Oh my god, yes!” I gasp. “I’m so close already.”

“Good. Because I want you to soak my fucking face, princess,” he says and sucks my clit into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue. My fingers shoot to his short, dark hair and wind themselves up in it as the orgasm I’ve been fighting for the last thirty minutes or more comes roaring to the surface.

He drags his mouth away from my clit and buries the tip of his tongue in my pussy. As soon as it pierces my folds, I let out a sound somewhere between a groan and scream because there’s no way I can keep the dam from breaking.

“That’s it, let it out,” Theo encourages me before he buries his face between my legs again. The warmth of his breath and the vibration of his hungry groan sends me into the stratosphere.

My fingertips dig into his scalp as the orgasm crashes over me, but Theo doesn’t let up. He keeps sucking and licking every part of me he can get his mouth on, and the pleasure is so intense that my knees start to buckle. For a second, I’m afraid I’m going to pass out.

But Theo hoists me up by my thighs, just like he did in the water earlier, and holds me in place against the door as the last of my orgasm trickles out of me and he continues eating me. My body twitches and convulses against his face, and I jolt every time his tongue or mouth grazes my electrified clit. Finally, it passes, and I dissolve against the door behind me, breathless and wordless.

“That was fucking amazing.” Theo smirks as he looks up at me, his emerald eyes flashing with desire and admiration. “Do it again.”

“What? Are you serious?” I gasp. Shawn almost never got me off, let alone more than once in a session. As soon as he finished, we were done, so to have an incredibly hot wall of muscle like Theo still between my legs begging for more leaves me at a loss for words but makes me wonder how much else I’ve been missing out on these last few years.

“Dead serious,” he says. The adorable dimple in his left cheek appears, melting any chance I had of resistance. He nuzzles my still-throbbing clit with the tip of his nose, pushing a little whimper out of me.

“I—I don’t know if I can.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” he says and flicks my clit with his tongue. A shock courses through me and I gasp. “You’ll never know until you try.”

“Theo, I can barely stand,” I beg, and I’m not kidding. My legs have turned to Jell-O, and if it weren’t for his hulking arms literally holding me up, I’d be a quaking puddle on the floor.

“Let me help you then,” he says and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, pulling me closer to him. With my body pinned like this, it isn’t like I can say no, so when he slips his tongue between my folds again, my head drops back on its own, thudding against the door as another moan claws its way up my throat. No one has ever made me feel like this before.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he praises me between licks, but his words barely register. I feel like I’m leaving my body and the only thing keeping me rooted is the feeling of my fingers twisted in his hair. And incredibly enough, I already feel another orgasm rumbling to life in the depths of my core. That’s another first.

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