Page 51 of Character Flaws
Chapter Nineteen
Joey
Come again?
You know that scene inWhen Harry Met Sallywhen they’re at the diner and Sally demonstrates the fake orgasm that has everyone in the restaurant looking in her direction and wanting what she had?
That’s exactly what I had last night.
Three times.
I’ve never experienced that level of sexual achievement in my entire adult life. Not even when left to my own devices with my BOB named Charlie Hunnam.
It makes me question my sanity and instincts with the opposite sex. I must’ve been crazy to think all this time that Theo was into men. Because that guy knows his way around a female body.
He’s like the human equivalent of Mapquest in all things boobs, coochie and female erogenous zones.
And I thought he was gay?
Not a chance in hell now that I know what he can do with his tongue.
I blush as I lay on my side, propped up on my elbow, watching (not in a creepy way at all) Theo sleep. It’s barely eight thirty a.m. and while I’m not typically a morning person, and I should be exhausted after last night’s escapades in bed, I seem to have something akin to a sexual energy vibrating through my naked body.
Tracing soft feathery touches down Theo’s side and arm, I close my eyes and remember all the touching, sucking and screwing we did last night.
Theo stands in front of me and grabs the back of his t-shirt, whipping it over his head as I stare on in complete amazement at his torso.
I had the opportunity to see him shirtless a few weeks back, but it was too dark to really appreciate the man’s sexy abs and cleanly defined pecs. He’s admitted to me that he’s not normally a gym guy, but has been using Pat’s weights and rowing machine since living there. And let me tell you, folks – it’s done the trick.
His shoulders are broad and strong and his pecs flex as he lifts his arms above his head. I nearly swallow my tongue as I watch the unintentional strip tease.
I watch with breathless anticipation at his seductive movement, as I notice the dark pit hair, just enough to make me weak in the knees. Yeah, I’m a weirdo when it comes to a guy’s body hair. I love it, as long as it’s not like bear fur. I like just enough to slide my fingers through it everywhere. And I can’t wait to see what’s going on down below.
While he’s occupied with his shirt, I lean in and bury my nose in his neck, licking at the rough bristle there underneath his jawline. My hands wander across his stomach, where I feel his abs clench and maybe even tremble. I test the waters by moving further south, fingering the button of his shorts. He inhales sharply as I fumble for a second but then undo the restrictive confinement.
Taking a pause in my kisses – my lips and tongue now filled with his taste – I search his eyes. They’re half-lidded – a little needy and lustful – and I raise on my tip-toes and align my mouth with his, fusing our mouths together. It’s gentle yet passionate; filled with a promise for so much more.
The air between us snaps and crackles with excitement and anticipation. All the build-up from the last month. It’s a levy breaking wide open between us and we’re being drenched in each other.
I drag my hand over his stomach, my fingers playfully flicking around his navel before sliding down the solid muscle of his flat abs to brush over the other solid muscle below. He takes a sharp intake of breath and I add more pressure, palming his hard cock as I feel a tremor climb his spine.
Continuing to apply pressure and rubbing friction where he needs it, Theo raises his hands and cups my jaw, as I part my lips so he can take possession of my mouth. We moan together; his sound a deep low bellow from his throat, as his tongue explores over my teeth, tasting and savoring me.
My fingers curl over the hard ridge of his cock, and he increases the pressure of his kiss, biting my lower lip and tugging on it slightly, sending tingles down to my over stimulated.
All I can think in this moment is that I want him to touch said lady bits. With his hands, his tongue, the stubble of his five o’clock shadow – and of course, with the ginormous prick in his pants.
My fingers involuntarily squeeze and Theo pulls back abruptly, my lips left pouty, but feeling claimed and thoroughly used.
“If you keep doing that…” he grits out, but I stop him by dropping to my knees in front of him, dragging the waistband of his shorts and briefs with me.
“Oh Christ,” he murmurs and a liquid fire brews inside my belly knowing that I can do that to him.
My eyes follow the material down to the floor as he steps out of his pants, one leg at a time, and when I lift my gaze back up, they align perfectly with his crotch. And sweet baby Jesus…
Theo’s hard throbbing dick stands at attention, and I’m greeted with seven inches of glory, saluting me as if singing the Star-Spangled Banner on the Fourth of July.
Because holy hell, there are going to be some explosions and fireworks tonight.
