Page 22 of Stars Like Confetti

I smiled. Any other day, I’d have let them go back to sleep, but I’d already left them unsatisfied the night before. Heat pooled between my thighs, desire coiling my gut. I’d been so exhausted last night that I didn’t get a chance to enjoy Theo. They hadn’t even pleasured themself while they were devouring me like their last meal.

Nosing along their hairline, I fed a hand between us. They gasped, immediately spreading their legs for me. “You don’t have to do th—ah…” Despite their objections, their hips rocked against my hand. Arousal seeped through their cotton underwear, bathing my hand in a wash of heat.

I didn’t stop.

Instead, I clenched my thighs together against the pressure there. It wasn’t about me right now. It was Theo’s turn.

Moaning, Theo rolled onto their back. Their hips arched into my palm, bourbon eyes peeling open to look at me, sparkling in the early morning sun.

“Good morning, Da,” I said, voice still raspy from sleep and thick with desire.

“I’ll say—oh fuck.”

I’d shifted to straddle Theo’s lap. They arched their hips, pressing against my crotch and briefly satisfying the friction I needed. I dropped, bringing our mouths together. Theo’s tongue prodded for entry, and I happily let them in. Our tongues met and I hummed, spearing my fingers through their sleep-knotted hair. Theo’s hands clenched onto my hips and it wasn’t long before we were both panting and rutting against each other like dogs in heat.

“Th-oh, fuck,” I stuttered, welcoming the delicious friction from their hips.

I’d started this, but Theo was quick to remind me of who was in charge. They ducked into my neck, warm tongue lapping at my sensitive skin. Their hands on my hips rucked up the borrowed T-shirt I wore, providing more skin for them to touch, to mark up.

To claim.

They sucked, only once and very slowly, then reared their head back. Deep eyes watched me, lids hooded and pupils blown from desire. “You look so good, Shea.”

For a long moment, I rode their lap. I dropped my hands to theirs, needing to feel Theo’s touch. My dick throbbed, desperate for more attention. Peering down at them, I snaked my hands up their flat stomach, tweaking their belly button piercing. They gasped and writhed beneath me, panting. I tickled my way up their ribcage, thumbing over their tattoo before slipping my hands beneath the band of their sports bra. That was where I paused, peering up at them in a silent request.

With a smile, they arched their back and removed the constricting fabric. My eyes nearly bugged out of their head when their breasts dropped free, soft and plush and practically calling out to me. “You hungry, baby boy?”

Their finger brushed my lower lip, shocking me when it came away covered in drool. Heat flooded my face. Theo laughed, a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through me and only served to make me wetter. “Don’t be shy. Come on.”

Licking my lips, I ducked down and sucked one of their perky nipples into my mouth, massaging their other breast with my hand. They moaned and pressed against my mouth. Heavy breaths quickly turned into shallow pants. Their fingers carded through my hair to hold me in place.

I whimpered, sending vibrations across their skin.

“That’s it, baby.” The praise sent a burst of warmth to my crotch. “Keep going.”

I released their nipple with a pop, licking a hot bath between their tits and down their stomach. Their abs contracted beneath my tongue, and I traced every invisible line. Their fists clenched onto my shirt as I lowered my body, and I only separated from them so they could pull the fabric over my head and toss it aside.

I dipped my tongue into their belly button and swirled it around the piercing there, getting them writhing beneath me again. My fingers hooked around the waistband of their underwear, and I painfully removed my mouth to tug them down their legs.

I threw the bundle of cotton aside and when Theo spread their legs for me, the breath whooshed from my lungs. Skin slick with their arousal, they drug their fingers through the sticky mess and tweaked the bar of a piercing right through their clit. The tiny blue gems glittered in the early morning sunlight. That sure as hell wasn’t there before.

Knocking their hands away, I lunched, latching onto it. I tongued and teased the metal with my teeth. Theo bucked against my mouth, holding me in place with a tight grip in my hair.

Wet heat dripped down their skin, and I ducked to capture some on my tongue, swapping between their clit and their entrance.

“Fucking hell, Shea,” they swore. “You are hungry.”

Starving. Insatiable. I’d never be able to get enough of them. Theo shuddered, and their spot pulsed beneath my tongue.

But I was far from finished.

I brought them to the edge then backed off, once, then twice, and again until they swore and snapped their hand to the back of my neck.

Their engorged clit pulsed. Theo was ready to blow, and I couldn’t wait to have their taste on my tongue.

Deciding to draw it out a bit longer, I licked to soothe the skin, tender from being sucked.

“Shea,” they growled. I chuckled, the sound vibrating their skin.