Page 51 of With Us

“What’re you doing?” I asked, my voice a breathy wheeze as I tried to cover myself.

“Showing you.” Without another word, his shoulders went between my thighs, keeping them apart. He gripped my wrists and held them at my sides, giving him access. Licking to my clit, his tongue swirled around it. His touch was light. A gentle suction. A graze of his teeth.

When he released my wrists, my hand went back to his hair, holding him to me. I heard his zipper, felt the bed move as he shifted. My breath caught as I waited, tense with anticipation, want, and a hint of nerves.

Theo didn’t pull away, though. Instead, he hooked my leg over his shoulder and put his hand under my ass, lifting it off the bed slightly. His mouth covered me more fully, using the change of position to increase pressure as he licked. His tongue twisted and twirled, pushing as deep inside me as it could.

Prying my eyes open, I looked down at him. Enough light streamed in to let me see him in the shadows, his arm moving at a steady pace.

Although I couldn’t see for sure, I could guess at what he was doing. The mental picture combined with the rapid flicks of his tongue on my clit were enough to send me over the edge, my body tightening and pulsing. My mind blanked, my lips curling into a small smile as I cried out. Seeking more. Feeling so empty.

When my muscles loosened, Theo lowered my leg from his shoulder so I was flat on the bed. He eased the pressure on my clit, going back to light and teasing. “This is what you do to me,” he said between leisurely strokes of his tongue. “After I see you. After I dream of you.Cazzo, after I think about you.”

He started to shift, already tucking himself away.

“Don’t,” I bit out. Even though I was beginning to wonder who I was, I said it again. “Don’t stop. Any of it.”

He groaned, his mouth buzzing against my clit. His finger stroked through my wetness, sliding in and curling to rub.

Rapidly, so much so that my breathing turned to short, uneven bursts, the tension built. I curved my shoulders and head to the side, wanting a better view of Theo.

Theo.

The same guy I’ve been out with multiple times over the past month. Mature and sophisticated, intimidating and collected.

Only now he’s no controlled gentleman.

Twisting and stretching out, he changed his position in a way that didn’t look entirely comfortable, but gave me the best view the lack of light would allow. His pants were undone and pulled down enough to free himself. Much longer and thicker than I’d thought, his fist worked up the length of his cock. His steady strokes grew uneven with my eyes on him, his low grunts vibrating against my clit as he sucked. Adding another finger, faster and faster, he rubbed inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Couldn’t take any of it.

Instead of the gentle orgasm I was used to, the sweet sigh and release, my body tightened as though the smallest breeze would break me. A guttural moan pushed out, the high-pitched gasp that followed seeming to echo through my small apartment. My hips rocked uncontrollably as I sought it.

Only when I heard his groan, felt it at the same time as something warm hit my thigh and stomach, did I shatter, a silent scream on my lips.

With one last lick, Theo’s head fell back, his breathing almost as quick as mine. His finger still lazily moved in me for a minute before he removed it, leaving me sore but happy.

After tucking himself away, though his pants stayed undone, he got up and gave me the first clear view of his back I’d had.

“Do you have a tattoo?” I asked, still sounding winded.

“Yeah, did you not notice it earlier?”

I shook my head as I thought about it. “I was facing away from you a lot, or you were on the ice cream floatie. And then you either had Kat or a towel draped over you.” The ink took up most of his back, but the darkness made it hard to see. “What is it?”

“Family crest. Every man in my family has one. It’s a big deal when we turn eighteen.” He grabbed a café napkin off my counter, running it under water. Climbing back onto the bed, his eyes focused between my legs as he wiped me off. When I would’ve covered myself, his gaze travelled up until it met mine. “To answer your earlier question, I’m here to do that. To show you how badly I want you.”

As he climbed back out of bed, I pulled the sheet over me as I watched him move.

He padded across my tiny apartment to the garbage. When he came back, his pants were back in place and buttoned. Seeing him without a shirt on for the second time that day reminded me how tremendously built he really was.

It was impossible to forget how much taller than me he was since over a foot difference was hard to miss. But there was a thickness in his body, including the definition in his muscles, that could be semi-hidden under clothes. He wasn’t bulky like a bodybuilder, one chest press away from hulking out of his clothes, but he wasfarfrom lanky.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he warned, stretching next to me. He leaned on his elbow, his fingers twisting my hair as he looked down at me.

“Like what?”

“Like you like what you see.” He bent his head, biting my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth before releasing it. “Like you want me inside you.”

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