Page 50 of The Prodigal Son

“God, you taste good,” I murmur.

He’s already fumbling with my shirt—or, technically, his shirt. But I don’t want to rush this, so I press my hands down on his.

“Slow down,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to slow down,” he says, biting my bottom lip. We’re stumbling into the room, and he’s trying to aim us toward the bed.

“Theo,” I say with authority.

“What?” he asks without breaking the kiss.

“Get on your knees.”

Immediately, he tenses. I’m not normally so controlling with the people I sleep with, but I have such a desire to try it with him. He may not like it, and I can handle it if that’s the case.

He glances up into my eyes. Lifting a hand, I slip off his hoodie, letting my command float in the air between us, waiting to be acknowledged.

Then, to my surprise, he lowers to his knees in front of me. The sight is delicious. The feeling, even more so. I don’t want to control him for my own enjoyment. I want to do it for his, too.

Theo wants clear expectations. He yearns for trust and connection. And as he gazes up from the floor, his face perfectly positioned in front of my groin, it’s written all over his face just how much he likes this.

“Good boy,” I whisper as I pet his curls back. His eyes close with a look of pleasure on his face. Leaning forward, he presses his face to the front of my pants, resting it there intimately. I wind his hair through my fingers as I grip him near the scalp.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, making him hum. When was the last time someone told Theo how wonderful he was? Not Theo, the star. Theo, the man.

“And you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

He looks up at me as he nods. “Fuck yes, I do,” he replies with a growl in his voice.

“You know you can trust me, right? Theo, you can always trust me.”

I notice a wince in his expression, and even when he nods, I don’t buy it. He’s holding back. I imagine after being betrayedby the people meant to love him most, trust is an issue for him. I want to cure him of that. Nothing matters more to me in this moment than to prove to Theo that I will always be the one to never turn on him, never leave him, never hurt him.

After only a week, I know that in my heart. It rings with truth that defies logic or reason.

Taking his chin in my hand, I tip his face back and force him to look at me. “Say it. Tell me you understand I will never hurt you.”

“I…understand,” he whispers.

“Good,” I reply. “I want to earn your trust, and I will never do to you what they did.”

His mouth tics with a hint of a smile. As he rests his cheek against my leg again, I stroke his hair. The feeling in my chest is so intense. How can I be falling for this man so quickly?

Theo’s hands creep up and hook onto my belt. His pupils are dilated, and his mouth is parted as he gazes up at me from the floor. “Jensen, please,” he whispers. “I need to feel you.”

“Then take it out,” I reply sternly.

Still stroking his hair, I watch as he unbuckles my belt. Once it’s undone, I pull it from the loops and toss it on the floor.

The sight of him unbuttoning my pants is one I’ll have etched into my memories forever. He looks exquisite on the floor, and I can hardly wait for the moment he touches me.

“There you go,” I murmur with adoration.

Theo yanks open my pants and stares at my cock, pointing upward and straining against my boxer briefs. The tip is poking out of the top, ready for his mouth.

He waits for my instruction. “Go ahead,” I mumble. “You want to taste it, don’t you? Let me see what that pretty mouth can do.”

Licking his lips at that exact moment, he eases down my briefs and leans forward, letting my cock rest on his face. Theimage is unbelievable. His eyes close as he savors the contact. He darts out his tongue, and the warm, wet sensation hits my skin. As he draws his tongue up the length of it, my head falls back with a moan.

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