Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

THERON

Walking up the staircase to her apartment building, I use the key that I’ve had for a decade. If Lucille moves, it’ll be a little extra work to get a key to her place again, but I would get one. There’s something comforting about knowing that I can get to her any time I want.

I haven’t used it except to put in all of my equipment so I’m able to see her whenever I wish. I’m using the key now, though. Slowly, I unlock the door, slipping inside quietly, then close and lock the door behind me before I slip off my shoes.

Something catches my eye. It’s a pair of high heels. Not just any pair of high heels, either. It’s a pair of come-fuck-me heels. Biting the inside of my cheek, I wonder if I’m going to be walking into her bedroom and she isn’t going to be alone. I’m not sure what I’m going to find, but that doesn’t stop me.

I move through her apartment but stop at the doorway to her bedroom. She’s alone. Her head tipped back against her pillow with her laptop resting on her thighs and her mouth parted slightly with sleep.

She’s an adorable mess.

Stripping out of my clothes, I fold them and set them down on the dresser. With just my underwear on, I move toward the bed. Closing her laptop, I place it on the nightstand beside her, then walk around to the empty side of the bed and crawl in. She doesn’t move.

I reach out and touch her knee. Gently, I drag my fingers up her thigh, stopping at the hip where her panties are. I slowly slide my fingers across her lower belly, right above the waistband of her panties. I watch as her stomach muscles flex beneath the soft touch. Then she sucks in a breath and sits up, her eyes wide and her breathing heavy.

“It’s just me,” I murmur.

“Theron?” she asks, her voice full of disbelief.

Instead of responding to her with words, I let out a hum. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. Her lips part, and I take a moment to slide my tongue inside of her and taste her. She whimpers against my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I move down her jaw, then her throat, before I stop at the top of her tank and lift my head.

Slipping my hands beneath her shirt, I slowly glide them up her warm body, curling my fingers around her breasts and squeezing them before I slide the tank over her head and toss it somewhere on the floor.

Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple, swirling my tongue around. She whimpers as her hands fly to my hair. Lucille doesn’t ask me why I’m here. She doesn’t have any questions. She’s here to feel, and I’m here to do the same.

Uncurling her legs, she lifts her hips, and I know she’s taking her panties off. I palm her other tit as I continue to devour the one my lips are wrapped around.

Lucille lifts her hips beneath me, her body searching for more. I want to give it to her, too, but I’m not ready yet. When I release her tit, my hand and mouth switch places. I need to taste all of her.

In that office, fucking her against my desk was great, but I wasn’t able to take my time. I can do that now, and I plan to.

“Theron, touch me, please ,” she begs.

Releasing her tit, I lift my head and look up at her. “Sweetheart, I am touching you,” I point out.

Her eyes narrow as she looks down at me. “Theron,” she says, her frustration clear.

Chuckling, I clear my throat. “You want me to touch your pussy or eat it?” I ask.

Her breath hitches, her fingers gripping my hair even harder. She tugs my head back slightly, and I let her. I watch as her tongue slides along her bottom lip, and I want nothing more than for my cock to pass past those lips, but I’m trying really fucking hard to focus on her right now.

“What?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything.

“Eat it,” she whispers. “God, please.”

Laughing softly, I dip my head before shifting down her body. I can feel her muscles trembling beneath my touch as my fingers slide down her thighs and throw her knees over my shoulders as I bury my face in her cunt.

Lucille lifts her hips, pulling my head forward at the same time. I slide my tongue through her center and taste her, swirling around her clit. Her thighs fall open even wider. Fuck me, but she tastes amazing. Better than I remembered. I could eat her every day until the day I die and be happy.

LUCILLE

I’m so close that I could scream. Lifting my hips, I meet his tongue with each swirl, each suck. Whatever he’s doing so masterfully down there, I silently beg for more. When he sucks on my clit, hard, flicking it once, I finally come. It’s all I needed.

I’m not sure how this sound escapes my lips, but it does. It’s almost guttural. My entire body jolts and trembles all at the same time. When I release his hair, Theron turns his head, his mouth touching my inner thigh before he slowly slides up my body.

Without warning, without a breath, he sinks himself deep inside of me. I gasp, and my eyes open as I reach up and grip his shoulders. Sliding one of my hands down his chest, I stop at his pec. Right where his chest tattoo is, but also where his heart is.

I can feel his heart beating against my palm. It sounds as rapid-fire as my own. I love it. I love that I can make him feel this way.

“Theron,” I whisper.

He hums, his eyes opening as he looks down at me. Our gazes connect, and then he smiles. “Lucille,” he rasps.

“I want to ride you,” I breathe.

He groans, and without another word, he rolls onto his back, and I’m astride him, still sitting on his dick. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look down at him, placing my hands on his chest as I begin to ride him.

He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. My body begs me to fuck him like a bucking bronco, but I don’t allow myself to give into that yet. Instead, I move slowly. I want to savor this. I didn’t think I would ever have it again. And now that I do, I don’t want to lose it.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to need to move faster, or it’s going to be over too quickly.”

His words are a cute warning, but I know what he’s capable of. My lips curve up into a grin as I watch him from beneath me. Sinking my nails into the flesh of his chest, I continue my slow and easy pace. My aching pace.

“I just need to feel you,” I whisper.

He groans, his fingers gripping my hips tighter. His jaw clenches, and a muscle in his cheek jumps, which makes me smile and my body tremble at the exact same time. He starts to move me the way he wants. Setting my pace and rhythm.

I’m already close, my body climbing higher and higher with each jerk of his hips. I bite my bottom lip, my head falls, and my back arches. Releasing my hands from his chest, I curl my fingers around my breasts.

“Fuck,” Theron moans.

That’s right.

Fuck.

Because I’m fucking him, or maybe he’s fucking me. At this point, I’m not quite sure. When I come, it slams into me, rolling through me, and my whole body tightens. I’m frozen in place.

He flips me onto my back. His hips slam into mine, one, two, three times before he buries himself deep inside of me and stills, his cum filling my body. I should probably talk to him about birth control, but I don’t think I give a shit. I might later, but right now, I don’t care about anything other than the way he just made me feel—twice.

Theron dips his chin, then his mouth touches mine, though he doesn’t deepen the kiss. He lifts his head and rests his forehead against mine. “I shouldn’t have come,” he whispers. “But I’m sure fucking glad that I did.”

“Me too,” I exhale. “But why did you?” I chance asking.

He hums but doesn’t answer me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I hold him close to me. I wish I could keep him right here with me always, inside of me, for as long as humanly possible.

“Can you stay?” I ask.

It’s a stupid question. I know he can’t. He’s cheating on his girlfriend with me, and no doubt he’s going to want to go back to her. Theron lifts his head, his eyes finding mine as they search.

I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but whatever it is, he seems to find it because he dips his chin, and his lips touch mine again. He doesn’t answer me, thankfully. Instead, he slips from my body and gathers me in his arms.

He holds me against his side, and I try to say something, try to ask him some questions, but sleep takes over. I don’t know when he left my apartment or how he even got in, but when I wake up the next morning, I am sated, sore, and at peace.

It’s time for Emmie to fucking go.