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My cock swelled, and I pumped harder and harder, my own orgasm nearing as her second one did. She screamed my name as I sucked her clit harder than I had before, and she came gloriously. Watching her fall apart was a gift from above. No other way to describe the way she cried out, how her hair fell all over my bed, how her smell and taste were addictive. It overwhelmed me, and I came in my hand, unable to stop myself.
“Fuuuuuck, Audrey, yes.” Fucking stars blurred in my vision as the most pleasurable orgasm rocked through me. It was all her. Her body, sounds, and taste fueled me in a way I had never experienced before, and fuck, I wanted it again.
“Theo, did you just come?” She sat up, a wrinkle between her brows. “Are you—I wanted to?—”
“Oh. I’ll be ready again.” I quickly cleaned up the mess with my shirt and tossed it into a basket. Then, I dove back onto the bed and crawled over her. “Taste yourself on me, baby. Taste how good you are.”
I kissed her and sucked her tongue, enjoying the hell out of her gasps and cries. “The next time I come, it’s gonna be from your mouth,” I whispered.
“I’ve never…”
“I know, honey. I’ll walk you through it. The thought of teaching you how to suck my cock is already getting me hard.” I kissed her mouth again, groaning into her because she was a living dream.
I was obsessed with her. Audrey was… damn. We still had to talk about us and our future, but tonight, I was gonna show her how good things could feel.
19
Audrey
I woke up warm and content, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long time. It was the moment between dreaming and being aware of surroundings where my heart beat faster and the urge to want more hit me. Staying behind the scenes was easier, focusing on others’ wants and needs was easier than concentrating on my own. Way less pain, way fewer opportunities to get hurt. But after falling asleep wrapped in Theo’s arms and hearing him murmur such kind things… I wanted it. Plus, holy shit. Experiencing him going down on me? Unreal.
Un freaking real.
So, the continual buzzing of my phone intruded on the thought, and my gut tightened like it knew who was calling me. My brother.
“Do you need to answer it?” Theo’s morning voice grumbled. His breath hit the spot behind my ears, and it sent a flurry of goose bumps over me.
“I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t.” He kissed the center of my neck. “You don’t owe anyone anything. Remember that, okay?”
My screen lit up the room, and Quentin’s name flashed. The urge to ignore him forever was there, but I switched the situation around in my mind. If he didn’t answer me for a whole night, I’d lose my mind. He could be freaking out, but it wasn’t likely.
Yet, the guilt of hurting him hurt me. Would this ever go away? Probably not. It came with the baggage of borderline raising him.
“You’ll feel better if you answer him.” Theo reached over me and grabbed my phone to hand to me. “I can leave the room for a minute if you’d like.”
“What? No. It’s your room. I just… I can text him.” I sighed, and Theo put a reassuring hand on my hip. I wore one of his extra-large shirts, and I loved how the material bunched up on my thighs. I felt safe around him, in his clothes and surrounded by his smell.
“Do you want to talk it out first with me?”
Another stab of guilt hit me. “Theo,” my voice cracked. “How can you be so nice about this? You should hate me, my brother. I was so mean to you and?—”
“Stop.” He caged my face with his hands, one strong forearm on either side of my head. He kissed me softly, and his eyes softened. “Families are complicated. Look at mine.”
“Sure, but?—”
“That’s it. I’m into you. We’re dating.”
I gulped. My face prickled with heat. We’d never talked last night, not like I needed. We were too caught up in the moment, but despite the connection we had, it still worried me to explicitly ask what that meant. Self-doubt intruded as my thoughts clouded. I didn’t have my shit together at all with my brother or mom, and I didn’t even know what dating meant. Why would he be into me at all?
“I can read your face so well now.” He smiled and kissed my forehead. “You want to know what dating means, yeah?”
I nodded. “Please.”
“Well.” He pursed his lips, his eyes twinkling. “It can mean different things to different people and couples, so it’s important were on the same page. I can tell you that the way I feel about you is different from anyone else I’ve dated, but I want to make sure you’re there too.”
My jaw tightened as my stomach swooped. Different was good. Yeah. “I’m there, I think.”
