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Theo snarled. I had them right where I wanted them.

I hooked my hands under their legs, welcoming the pressure they put on the back of my neck. My tongue pressed to find the bar of their piercing through their skin, and I tugged it with my teeth.

Their words gave way to senseless babbling. Liquid poured down my chin, their taste too good to wipe it away. My hand dipped between their legs, two fingers teasing at their entrance, waiting until I was given permission.

It was nothing more than a nod while I peered up my spot sandwiched between their thighs. They were so wet that my fingers slid in effortlessly. I curled, finding their sweet spot deep inside and drawing their orgasm right out of them.

It was loud and messy, splashing against me while Theo cried through their release. I didn’t let up, didn’t tap out. In fact, I doubled down, attempting to catch every drop on my tongue. I licked them through the waves and right into oversensitivity. They tugged at my hair, their thighs quivered to either side of my head. I licked until they whimpered my name. But I kept going. I knew they enjoyed this. They wanted to be unraveled within an inch of their life. Without looking, I knew that tears stung their eyes. They would be biting their tongue so hard that they drew blood. They yanked at my hair and scratched my scalp so hard that it should have been painful, but it wasn’t.

I loved it, moaning and grinding my hips into the mattress, no doubt leaving a wet, sticky mess in my wake. Finally, once Theo was at the end of their rope, I rose onto my knees and gasped for air. I wiped off my mouth, sucking my fingers clean to lap up every bit of Theo’s taste possible.

“Come here, sweet boy,” they coaxed, chest rising and falling. A gorgeous flush deepened their skin, extending all the way down their chest. “Get up here and have a seat.”

I scrambled to obey, straddling their chest. Strong hands landed on my hips and jerked me into place. “Oh, holy shit,” I cried, head dropping between my shoulders. Theo latched onto my dick and sucked—hard, just how I liked it.

Another murmured curse, and I grabbed onto the headboard. Theo’s tongue flicked over my most sensitive spot. I groaned, rocking my hips over the wet heat of their mouth. This wouldn’t last long. I was already riding the edge nearly as much as I was riding their face. Fingers dug into my hips, hard enough to bruise.

With any luck.

My T-dick throbbed, swollen and desperate for release. Theo’s hum sent vibrations rippling across the tender flesh. Pleasure licked across my nerves like flames and burned straight through to my core. Through bleary eyes, I peered between my legs. Theo’s eyes closed in bliss. Behind me, their hips rocked against the air.

Theo gave one firm suck, and every muscle in my body buckled. The knot in my belly tightened to an unbearable level. Theo’s licks and slurps echoed off the empty cabin in a way so obscene that my legs quivered. They explored down to my entrance and back, as much as the clamp of my thighs around their head allowed. My breath came in shallow pants, body too wound up to focus on menial tasks such as breathing.

Pressure, so much pressure between my legs—and I was so wet. Fuck, I’d never been that wet before. Dampness trickled down my thighs, caught by Theo’s wandering tongue. Releasing my hip, they nudged me up and swept two fingers through the mess, effortlessly sliding into my entrance. All it took was one firm curl of their fingers, and the knot snapped. I came undone.

My orgasm slammed into me, activating nerves I never even knew existed. Theo sucked so hard it was nearly painful, and the repeated taps to that sweet spot inside of me made quick work of a messy release. Perhaps I should have been worried about Theo fucking drowning in the flood, but all I could do was spear my fingers through their rogue curls and ride out the waves against their tongue.

They stroked me through the orgasm, licking me long past the oversensitivity.

As I caught my breath, I released my tight grip on their hair and massaged their scalp hoping to soothe the sting I left behind. They licked me clean, and I slid backward to rest on their stomach, dick pulsing again at the sight of them sucking on their fingers.

“You okay?” they asked, red in the face and gasping for air.

“I’ve never had to pee so bad in my life.” I panted, immediately regretting the words. Heat—more heat—rushed to my face. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant to say.”

Theo laughed, and my stomach did a somersault. “Don’t apologize. Downside to morning sex.”

Their fingers locked into my hair and tugged, pulling me in for a messy kiss. Then, with nothing more than my own taste on their tongue, they nudged me backward, off the bed, and followed me into the bathroom.

Chapter Twelve

Theo

We took our time in the shower. The warm, sticky heat had us turning down the temperature of the water, and the cool spray sluiced over our bodies. Shea’s neck and ribcage were decorated with tiny red splotches where I’d spent the night nibbling my way across his skin. In that shower, I would do it again. He’d sigh and tip his head to the side, exposing more skin for me to taste.

I dropped the washcloth, my hands curling around his hips. Shea braced himself on the tile in front of him, widening his legs and arching his ass toward me. He ground against my crotch, drawing a burst of heat between my thighs. “Christ, Shea,” I murmured.

He hummed. “Keep saying my name like that.”

I’d have loved to, but I couldn’t. I was too busy sucking a bruise to his neck, feeling the skin heat beneath my tongue. I was going to mark this man as mine in every way I could. My mouth worked his neck, my right hand sliding around his hip and dipping between his legs. Hot, wet arousal fought the cool temperature of the water raining down on us. “You’re absolutely insatiable, Shea.”

The only response I got was a moan, but I wasn’t complaining. I could match Shea’s libido and then some. My brief stint on testosterone was enough to make me entirely feral. I’d fuck anything consenting, and anyone or anything that prevented me from doing so would face my wrath.

I’d never let Shea feel the frustration of not having an orgasm—ever. He’d never want for anything; not as long as I was around. He panted as I stroked his engorged T-dick, feeling it swell with his climax beneath my fingertips. His hips rocked into my palm, chasing that high. I could practically feel his pulse thumping under his skin, racing with the building pleasure inside of him.

“Da…” Shea’s head dropped between his shoulders, forehead resting against the cool tile wall.

I pulled off his neck with an audible pop, delighted with the red mark left behind. “I know, little one. Can you come for me?”