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I’m so close to coming already it’s not even funny. I kiss Theo hungrily and grope blindly in his shorts for his dick. God, it’s such a turn-on holding him in my hand. He’s so fucking big. The skin of his shaft is satiny smooth. I run my thumb down his slit and he jolts as his tongue thrusts harder in my mouth.
The water’s affording us enough buoyancy that I can easily keep my legs around him and my other hand curled around the back of his neck, toying with the wet strands of hair I love somuch. I begin to pump him slowly up and down, my hand a vice around his arousal. I want it to feel as relentless for him as it does for me. I want it to build for him like it’s building for me, to spiral towards a crazy climax that engulfs us both.
Theo releases one of my nipples and tugs my bikini bottoms aside, finding my bare flesh, and the relief when he presses down on my clit is so massive that I practically orgasm there and then.
‘Fuck.’ I grab at his hair.‘Theo.’
‘That feel good?’ he mutters. ‘You’re so swollen for me, baby. God, you feel amazing.’ He slides a couple of fingers inside me and inhales through his teeth. ‘Jesus, you’re warm inside. So warm. So tight. So fucking gorgeous. I want to fuck you so badly.’
‘I want you, too.’ I pump faster. ‘So much. I want it harder.’
‘I’ll give it to you as hard as you want,’ he growls, ‘as long as you do, too. Make me believe that hand of yours is your little pussy, squeezing me tighter and tighter as I fuck you so hard you lose your mind.’
Dear Lord, can this guy talk dirty, and who the hell knew it would turn me on as much as his mouth and hands and dick? I up the pace of my hand, pumping him as hard as I can, my forehead pressing desperately to his as I grit my teeth and attempt to ride out this orgasm building inside me as Theo’s thumb circles and circles and his fingers—I think there are three inside me now—thrust and thrust and thrust. I’m a bit sore from earlier, but the pressure, the fullness, feels so incredible that my body takes his rough movements willingly.
There’s no finesse. Neither of us is holding back with our hands on each other or with our reactions to each other’s hands. My legs are spread as wide as I can get them, and my entire between-the-legs area is glowing and pulsing and burning, the cold water making it even more sensitive, adding an extra thrill to my poor, tortured nerve endings. We’re both breathing hard,the effort of keeping the noise of our pants and groans down adding to the struggle as we battle for our sanity.
Theo’s hand on my nipple is still tweaking and pinching, and the combined assault on my senses is too much. I drop my head and nuzzle into his neck as I hold myself open to him and work him as hard as I can. He’s so close. When I swipe my hands over his balls, they’re high and taut, and his dick is trembling against my palm.
‘I’m going to come,’ I groan into his neck.
‘Good girl, baby. Come on my fingers.’ His words are gruff. Staccato. ‘Come on me, now. I can’t hold off either. Your tight little hand is too fucking good at this.’
I stretch my legs open just a tiny bit more, to greedily take every drop of sensation Theo’s magic fingers are offering me, and as I explode in a swirling mass of heat and touch and colour, I bite down on the delicious skin of his neck. It’s the best gag ever. I writhe in his arms in a haze of euphoria as he continues to rub mercilessly at the most sensitive spots on my body, and to push those long, clever fingers deep inside me. That gorgeous dick of his swells impossibly more and convulses violently, and then he’s emptying himself into the Mediterranean Sea as he unleashes a string of filth aimed at me and sucks at my shoulder.
When I’m sure he’s done, I release him and wrap both my arms around his neck. My legs tighten around his bare ass as he pulls me into a hug so tight I can barely breathe. My bikini top is trapped between us, floating on the surface of the water and held in place by its neck tie. We both let out huge, shuddery breaths.
‘Holy fuck, sweetheart.’ Theo smooths my hair down over my back and kisses up the side of my head, over my ear.
‘Mmm.’ I’m not capable of much more. My hand does lazy laps of his firm, muscular back.
‘Remember when I tried you tell you we’d be hot as fuck together?’ He chuckles softly in my ear.
‘I didn’t doubt it for a second.’ I pull my head off his shoulder with difficulty and gaze at that gorgeous face. It turns out that face is even better when softened by an orgasm. ‘That was precisely why I was avoiding you like the plague, Mr Danger.’
‘Damn right,’ he growls, but his eyes are soft as they search my face. He opens his mouth as if he wants to say something else, but clamps it shut again and raises a gentle hand to brush my hair off my face. He shakes his head. ‘You’re even more beautiful after you’ve come, you know that?’
Weird.
The guy’s a mind reader.
And I’m not sure what to do with that compliment. What to do when Mr Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am doesn’t bolt, but instead stands there in the Med, looking at me in a way that makes my insides melt. That makes me want to kiss the heck out of him. Which is precisely what I do.
It’s no surprise to either of us that once we’ve got our relevant items of clothing covering our key body parts once again, and walked hand-in-hand, loose-limbed and light, back to our sun loungers, we’re both out cold in post-orgasm comas within minutes.
CHAPTER 28
Theo
‘Theo.”
I glance up from admiring how my fingers look entwined with Nora’s slim ones on her thigh. Miles, like us, is showered and dressed for dinner. His hair is still damp, and he’s holding two goldfish-bowl glasses of what’s presumably G&T.
‘What’s up?’
He jerks his head towards the pool. ‘Fancy a drink and a chat?’
I can count on one hand the times my older brother has pulled me aside or shown me any interest in the past couple of years.
