Page 62 of Press Play

Opening my mouth, I stick my tongue out so he can see his cum, and he growls in approval. “Now, swallow.”

I gulp while he smiles down at me. His cum is warm, and it coats my throat. He’s all I can taste, and it’s utter bliss.

Theo offers me his hand, and when I take it, he helps me up, pulls me against his chest, and kisses me like his life depends on it. I savor his touch and work on remembering how his muscles move against my palms. The room starts to spin as my lips tingle and heat pools into my core. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and it’s all-consuming.

I gasp when he retreats. The resolution I made is thrown out the window because one more kiss will never be enough. I need him more than I can describe, but that want is dangerous.

Theo is the only one who’s ever felt like this kind of safety and heat all at once. The thought of that—all that he could mean—makes my chest ache in a way that’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying. I’m desperate to let go, to fall into ofhim, yet something holds me back—a familiar voice in my mind whispering to stay safe, to not risk the vulnerability.

“Now.” He pulls my hair in a pleasurable way, urging me to look into his eyes. “Get on the bed and keep those stunning eyes on me.”

I take a step back as nerves awaken in me. My lungs can’t get enough air, no matter how many deep inhales I struggle to take.

Theo keeps his eyes on me; they’re dark with passion. The backs of my legs hit his mattress, and he closes in on me.

What did I get myself into?

We can’t do this.

It doesn’t matter that my clit is begging me to part my legs and let him have his way. The growing anxiety and fear are louder than my need. My eyes flicker around the room, attempting to come up with an escape plan, and when they land on the camera, I nearly faint in relief.

“The camera.” I nod toward it. “Can you turn it off?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot it was there. Give me one second.” He turns around, and I make a break for it.

I fling open his door and close it before running to my room. Behind me, his door clicks open, but I don’t give him the chance to sweet-talk me.

I slip into my room and lock the door with shaking hands. Pressing my back to the cool wood, I try to steady my breaths, but the air is thick, heavy with his scent. Every inch of me is buzzing, flushed with leftover warmth. I press my palms to my cheeks, still noting the heat from his lingering touch, as if it’s embedded under my skin.

The low hum of the air conditioning fills the silence, a hollow reminder that I’m alone again. But even here, in the quiet, I can’t escape him—the weight of his gaze, the press of his hands, the whisper of his voice still echoing in my mind.

“Wren.” Theo taps against the wood. His tone drops an octave. “Open the door.”

“I can’t do that,” I pant.

“I need you to open the door.”

“Why?” I ask while closing my eyes in an attempt to cool the heat coursing through me.

“You got to taste me. It’s only fair I get to taste you.”

My knees wobble, and a low whimper crawls up my throat.

“Wren, open the door. I won’t bite. . . Unless you want me to.”

“I want to, but I can’t,” I sigh while my head bangs against the wooden panels.

My heart slams against my ribs as I press my back to the door, feeling like it’s the only thing holding me together.

What am I doing? One day we’re just Theo and Wren, friends forever, and now... this. The look in his eyes, the way he whispered my name—it’s like I’ve invited something in, a fire I can’t put out. It’s overwhelming, my body aching for him even as every logical part of me screams to slow down, to breathe.

I press my fingers to my lips, still tingling from his touch. I shouldn’t have done that... But I’m already craving more. Who goes from kissing to giving someone a blow job the following day? What is wrong with me?

“Open the door.” His tone softens, as if he’s come to realize what my mind is doing to me, and it wraps me in a warm blanket. “We can talk, just open the door.”

As much as I want to, I can’t.

I’m too much of a coward.

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