Part 17 (1/2)

”Oh my G.o.d,” I cried. I could surely feel him. His satin-like tongue ran over my c.l.i.t, his thick fingers running in and out, producing moisture, tampering with my g-spot. His eyes never left mine, and I feared looking away. I knew he'd stop if I did.

So I watched him-watched as his mouth sealed around my c.l.i.t and his elbow moved forward and backwards. He tunneled to my core, my mind on the edge of a cliff. I was about to tip over and land in hot lava, and Theo was right behind me, pus.h.i.+ng me right over that cliff, sparking every single fiber within me.

I shuddered as I let out a cry, and since I was no longer able to control myself, I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing, ”Theo, Theo... oh, G.o.d, Theo!” as his mouth lingered.

He groaned in response but refused to pull away even though I'd c.u.m recklessly, my essences all over his mouth and chin. Gradually, his fingers drew out, and after providing another kiss to my sacred area, right between the lips, he pressed his palm to my thigh, running his tongue across his mouth.

He licked away the remainder of my sweet nectar, eyes intense. And then he stood, and before me was the longest, thickest erection I had ever seen in my life. I wasn't quite sure when he'd gotten rid of his briefs, but it didn't matter. His c.o.c.k pointed right at me, as if it had chosen me itself, demanding me to come forth and accept him.

Using his right hand, Theo stroked the hard flesh between his legs, moving closer. ”d.a.m.n, baby,” he murmured, his left hand going to the back of my head. ”You came so hard for me.” He palmed the back of my head, but there was no need. I wanted to taste him. Swallow every last inch of him, along with the hot liquid that would soon follow.

I pressed my palms to his waist, my face moving forward. Dropping my chin, lips parted, I ran my tongue from the head to his shaft, and he stiffened. When I glanced up, his nostrils were red from flaring. His head went into a slight angle, and he brought my head forward again, leaving me no choice but to take his entire c.o.c.k into my mouth.

”This isn't just about pleasing me,” Theo told me. ”Play with yourself. Show me what you like.”

I paused, drawing back. ”I've... never actually done that in front of anyone before.”

He leaned down, and with a deep, core-clenching rumble next to my ear, he said, ”Let me be your first again.”

I blinked as he stood up straight. This was new, very new, but with him I wanted to be brave. I wanted him to know I wasn't just some little girl with no skill. I wanted to experience it all with him, learn new things, and figure out exactly what it was that pleased both him and myself.

So, I dropped to my knees, and Theo moved back half an inch, watching as my finger came to my s.e.x. Wrapping my lips around his smooth tip, I thrust my finger in deep and then brought it out again while drawing him further into my mouth. His hardened flesh touched the back of my throat, and I gagged. He palmed the back of my head again, refusing for me to move away.

”You look good gagging around my c.o.c.k, baby.” He stroked deeper, and I gagged once more before he eased up, smirking down at me. Those brown eyes were hard to ignore. So demanding and full of l.u.s.t and need.

His hips swiveled. I moaned as salty liquid crept down my throat. I worked hard, fingering myself and bringing my other hand up to stroke and suck at the same time. He was pleased to see this. He released the back of my head, and his fell back, a sigh tunneling out of him as I pumped rapidly, the sucking so loud it created a wet noise.

I listened to waves crash outside the boat, remembering just where we were and that nothing could interrupt us.

It was me and Theo.

f.u.c.king and sucking.

Moaning and groaning.

Getting however much we wanted out of each other without the fear of reality cutting through.

Knowing this, I came around my finger again. I made a noise around his c.o.c.k, one that hummed and garbled, and he looked down at me. I felt him get harder, and knew right away that he was about to c.u.m, but he yanked out of my mouth, gripped my wrist to bring me to a stand, and then bent me over the sofa. My a.s.s was pointed in the air, face down, and he was behind me, his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k sliding in from behind.

My s.e.x showed no resistance to this beautiful man's member. My girl accepted him, knowing he'd been there before. Knowing his c.o.c.k was the one that made her become a woman.

Theo sighed and then moaned as he slammed, grasping my thin waist and pounding.

Pounding.

Pounding.

”This. f.u.c.king. p.u.s.s.y,” he growled. I could hear him reaching his brink. ”Is. So. f.u.c.king. Good.” He couldn't hold off much longer, no matter how much he wanted to keep going in order to please me.

He let out a gratified roar, squeezing my waist tighter as I squealed. His hands went to my thick hair, gripping tight and tugging back. My eyes shot up to the ceiling, and I hadn't realized before that there was a mirror above us.

My word. I could see everything. His hard body behind me, owning every limb, dominating with every inch stroking in and out. Watching us go at it like this sent heat traveling through me. I felt all of him. I saw how focused he was, his attention fixed on the back of my head. His face, as well as mine, oozed with ultimate, undeniable pleasure. His mouth hung open, and he went deeper each time, as if he couldn't get deep enough.

In that moment, I could read Theo Black as clear as day. He loved being inside me. He loved f.u.c.king me. He loved owning, dominating, and penetrating me 'til my eyes rolled to the back of my skull.

And that was exactly what happened. Only, he was no longer behind me. He was on top now, thrusting hard, one of my legs in the air and his thumb pressing down on my c.l.i.t, circling with steady rhythm until I quaked and shuddered. He drove harsher, deeper, and then he slowed down, wanting me to feel everything.

With my back arched, I cried his name again, his power twisting his name from me in an entranced wail. He grunted in response, fell forward, and came with his mouth around my nipple, his thumb still pressed on my swollen nub.

”d.a.m.n, baby.” His voice was loud, c.o.c.k pulsating. I whimpered, but not out of defeat. I whimpered because, shockingly, I wanted more. So much more. We were far from finished.

”The sun is still up,” I told him, teasing.

He looked up, laughing hard, forehead damp with sweat. His hair was glued to his face. The sunlight beaming in struck the glistening sweat on his neck, illuminating the tattoo on his neck-Fearless. It was tatted in Latin. He told me the meaning of it a long time ago, back when I was fifteen. I had no idea how I remembered the meaning.

I traced the pad of my finger across the black script. This piece of inked real estate was his trophy after winning some brawl at a motorcycle club. When he told me about that, I knew instantly that Theo had a wicked and dark side to him.

Sitting up, he raked his fingers through his hair, looking down at me with half a smile. ”I know the sun's still up,” he responded. ”But we both needed to get that quick fix in.”

I sat up on my elbows. ”I agree.” I tugged on his arm, bringing him back down. His landing was soft as he dropped on top of me. His eyes softened as I cupped his face and then slowly kissed him. My hips worked on their own, thrusting against the warm flesh that dangled between his thighs. I wanted him to feel everything-all of me. The tender neediness in my kiss, the ache centered in my body. I needed filling... lots of filling.

He didn't stop me. He returned the affection, working up his own thrust. I knew how men worked. It would take a few minutes for him to be fully restored and ready, but I just couldn't wait. I was an eager, h.o.r.n.y, little girl.

”Patience, babe,” Theo murmured between kisses. ”The sun may still be up, but we aren't leaving anytime soon.” His lips met my cheek, hooded eyes hooked on mine.

”Promise?” I whispered, placing another kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He did the same. ”I promise.” I drew his bottom lip between my teeth, gently grazing. He laughed behind the tiny bite. ”Naughty Little Knight,” he exhaled before consuming me. We kissed pa.s.sionately, tongues twisted, until his c.o.c.k became rock-solid again. With our focus on nothing but each other, he slid in, taking me raw beneath the streaming sunlight.

The boat swayed. The waves crashed. The sun was bright, expecting and beckoning for me to make an appearance. Although it would have been great to take the sun up on that tan, no amount of summer bronze could compare to my lifelong crush and my first officially making me his Little Knight.

Absolutely nothing.

Fifteen.

Funny, she thought I was f.u.c.king around about making her mine 'til the sun went down.

I watched as she pa.s.sed by me, connecting her phone to the stereo system. Her hips swayed as she hummed to a song stuck in her head, and once the music filled the room, her back straightened, and she turned my way.

The only piece of clothing she wore was the white dress that covered that s.e.xy a.s.s bathing suit. The bathing suit had been put aside a long time ago. The sun was now setting, and she started a slow dance to Own It by Drake.

The tune was fitting, slow at first and then it would pick up. Lifting my hand, I gestured for her to come to me with my forefinger. With a coy smile sweeping across her lips, she strode my way, b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing beneath the see-through dress with each slow yet deliberate step.

Stepping between my legs, she climbed on my lap, adjusting her perfectly round a.s.s on the center. She swung her hair aside and her arms hooked over my shoulders, fingers entwining behind my neck.

”Can I show you something?”