Page 61 of Press Play

Instead, I maintain our eye contact, and close the door with a soft click. His sly smirk morphs into one pure confidence. My chest rises and falls as I work on summoning my courage. I ignore the questions that fire through my mind, and I simply approach him.

Theo doesn’t stop working his erection. He presses his tongue into his cheek while his irises darken in temptation.

I search those eyes while he grunts in pleasure, making my clit swell in response.

“One more time.”

I lean in, my lips ghosting over his, barely touching, until his shallow breath fans across my mouth. A low groan slips from him as I let the heat of my lips hover, teasing, just out of reach. My pulse races with each aching second, every fiber of me straining to press in, to feel him completely.

His biceps twitch as he tries to keep his other hand to himself. We share the same air, his desire becoming mine, and with a smirk, I place my hand over his stomach and drop to my knees.

I haven’t done this in a while, but I know how to make a man crumble beneath my touch. I press my lips to his heated skin, and his saltiness hits my tongue, igniting every nerve ending. I pause, savoring him, letting my lips linger before pressing a firmer, slower kiss, tasting him like a forbidden indulgence.

He lets out a ragged breath, and his hips twitch, a silent plea for more, and it thrills me, the control as much of a temptation as his body. He drops his hand, and I continue running my lips along his length.

“Fuck me,” he growls.

I hum in approval as I run my tongue along the base of his cock, pleased when it hardens even more. I form a tight O with my lips around the tip of his length, sucking while licking. He tastes divine, and I’m far too eager to have more.

Without thinking, I drop my hand into my underwear. I run two fingers around my clit and down my folds before traveling back up to rub myself, moaning softly. This is pure ecstasy; nothing can describe how good this feels.

Theo’s breathing quickens while I slide my mouth farther down his shaft, and he loses the fight to keep his hands to himself. He twists his fingers in my hair, tightening with a possessive pull that sends a delicious shiver down my spine. With each bob of my head, his grip tugs just enough to make me gasp, and his other hand trembles as he tries to resist the urge to guide my movements, to take him deeper.

The raw need in his eyes, the way his breath hitches with every brush of my tongue, is electrifying. Each pull only stokes the fire inside me, pushing me to make him come undone.

His voice drops, rough and laced with barely controlled need. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a reverent, dark whisper. “You look so perfect on your knees for me, taking me like this.” He pauses, his grip tightening in my hair as I take him deeper. “God, Wren. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of watching you like this—mine.”

I could pull back and respond, but why would I do that when I can do this instead?

Reaching up, I squeeze his ass and press the rest of his length down my throat. I slide him deeper, letting him fill my mouthas his fingers tighten in my hair, his control slipping with each groan that escapes his lips. He’s hot and pulsing against my tongue, each moan from him like gasoline to my fire.

He shudders, muttering, “Fuck, Wren . . . you’re unreal.”

He drops his head back, lost in sensation. Every deep stroke draws another sound from him, each one sparking a thrill that curls low in my belly, urging me to make him shatter.

“You like that, don’t you?” he rasps as he looks down at me again. “Do you know how long I’ve pictured you on your knees?” he asks while using my hair to control my speed. “You like sucking me off?”

I take in a sharp inhale through my nose before offering him a gentle nod.

“Prove it. Show me how wet you are,” he commands, his eyes hungry, watching me as if I’m a dream.

I slide my fingers over my skin again, teasing myself slowly. My fingers dip lower, sliding through my folds as I let out a soft moan, never breaking eye contact. His jaw tightens, and he shifts as if fighting to stay in control. But this moment is mine—I’m making him wait, drawing out his need as I circle my clit, my own body straining, aching for release but holding off, teasing him with every breathy sigh.

I draw in jagged breaths through my nose as I work my head back and forth, increasing my speed and enjoying how hard he is against my tongue. I glide my finger back down to my entrance, and as I look back up, I lift my hand, my fingers glistening in the low light, and he smirks.

“That’smygirl. Now, fuck me so I can come down that gorgeous throat.”

I take him fully, and his body tenses, each pulse of his cock sending a thrill through me. He digs his fingers into my scalp, his hold almost desperate, urging me faster, harder. His breathing is ragged, broken, and the sound is everything. His restraintsplinters as he bucks into me, his climax hitting in shuddering waves. His taste floods my senses, hot and heady, and I moan softly around him, addicted to the power of this moment as he gasps my name, his release searing into my memory.

Keeping my eyes on him, I bob my head back and forth. My eyes begin to water, and his smile widens devilishly.

“You’re so hot.Shit, baby, just like that. Fucking hell, Wren.”

A moan vibrates in my chest, and just as I’m about to pull back to play with his tip, he holds my head in place and shudders as the last of his cum spills on my tongue. My clit swells, and his moans and muffled curses are music to my ears. I can’t help but smile as he melts and pants for air.

“Holy shit,” he whispers while releasing his grasp on my curls.

Pulling back, I’m about to swallow, but he takes my face in his hand and stops me. “Show me,” he orders.

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