Chapter 34
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I stay snuggled in his arms until the water cools around us, until I can feel him hardening against my back, until need nearly blinds me. I reach behind me, only one thing on my mind. Theo snatches my wrist, pulling it in front of us.
"Not yet, my love."
"Why not?" I ask, not ashamed to beg if that's what it takes.
"Because you need some time to recover."
"Says who?"
"Says me, Isla. I don't want you to be sore."
"Maybe I want to be sore. Maybe I want to be reminded of tonight for the next two days. Did you ever think of that?" He sighs but doesn't say anything, so I turn in his arms, straddling his thighs.
"I poured a bath to soothe your body, Sunflower, not to take advantage of you."
"It's me taking advantage of you, so there's no need to feel guilty." I bite my lip, my gaze glued to the way the crown of his cock is breaking the surface of the water.
"God, Isla," he groans. He squirts some body wash into his hands, spreading it over my chest and breasts, squeezing and kneading, his hands slick against my skin .
"Sit on the edge of the tub," I instruct, scooting back to give him room to move.
"What?" he asks, a wrinkle forming between his brows.
"Please." He raises an eyebrow but obeys, pushing out of the water and perching himself on the side of the tub. I approach him on my knees, pushing his thighs apart with my hands. His breath hitches, and a thrill of power rolls down my spine.
"This is a bad idea," he croaks, even as he flexes his hips toward me.
"I won't get you there. Just having a little fun," I promise, running my nails up his legs, sweeping my thumbs along the soft skin on his inner thighs, chuckling when his cock jumps. I drag my lips from knee to hip on one side, then repeat the motion on the other, running my tongue along the V of his abdomen. I hold his gaze as I push his shaft against his stomach, licking his scrotum and then sucking him into my mouth. I reach out with my tongue, feathering the tip over his taint, his moan quickly followed by a pearl of precum glistening at the tip.
"You like that?" I purr, sliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft and swirling it over the swollen head, focusing my attention on his frenulum.
"Jesus fuck, Isla," he gasps, trying to pull me up. I resist, wetting my hands and rubbing them over my tits, sudsing up the soap Theo coated me with. I lean forward, trapping his cock between my breasts. I don't have a chance to move before he grips the side of the tub and thrusts hard, his pupils blown out with desire.
"Good boy." I bite my lip, watching his face as he struggles for control.
"I'm not a good boy," he growls, pushing me back on my ass. He splashes water over my chest, washing away the soap, and does the same to his cock before lifting me from the tub and carrying me into the bedroom, water streaming down our bodies. I squirm as he carries me out onto the balcony, my head swiveling to make sure nobody can see us. He sets me down on my feet, his gaze dark.
"Don't fucking move." He stalks back into the room, dragging the full-length mirror closer to the sliding doors. Once he has it situated where he wants, he comes back out and pulls me to him, his mouth open as it meets mine, pushing his tongue between my lips, claiming me. He swallows my whimper, pushing my back against the glass door, his cock digging into my stomach. Pulling my knee up to his hip, he adjusts his cock so it settles between my thighs. I rock my hips along his shaft, dragging my clit over him.
"Turn around," he demands, releasing my leg and spinning me around, pressing my tits to the glass. "I want you to watch while I fuck you from behind."
I meet his gaze in the mirror, my breathing ragged as he drags the head of his cock between my ass cheeks. He reaches around me, cupping me, guiding himself to my cunt. He stays poised there, his crown stretching me as he flexes his hips, teasing the sensitive nerve endings before sliding in deep.
"Fuck, Isla," he groans, his breath hot on my ear as he drops his mouth to my shoulder, biting me while he fucks me. I whimper as he runs his tongue over the same spot, soothing the sting. "I have to see it," he rasps, desperation in his voice. He tugs me back inside, sitting with his back against the sliding door. He guides my ankles outside his thighs and grasps my hips, keeping me facing away from him as he pulls me down. He wraps one hand around his shaft, keeping himself steady as I sink onto him, impaling myself.
God. He feels so fucking good.
"Look up."
I do as he says, looking up into the mirror, my heart jumping at what I see there. Theo reclines the slightest bit, raising his knees and putting his feet flat on the floor. He spreads his legs, taking mine with them, giving us a perfect view of where I’m impaled on his cock.
"So fucking beautiful," he breathes, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell of my ear. His hand slides between my legs, careful not to block our view, one finger riding back and forth over my clit as he slowly rocks his hips. I watch, enraptured, as his cock disappears, then the way my pussy hugs him as he pulls out, not wanting to let him go. The outer edge of his crown teases at my entrance before he pushes back in, driving me mad.
"Theo," I pant, finding the rhythm and moving my body with his, heightening the friction.
"Look at the way your pretty pink pussy stretches for me, baby." He groans as he pulls almost all the way out, his head dragging over my G-spot, making me tremble. I can't stop watching the way his balls pull up with every thrust, like they're dying for a piece of the action but can't get quite close enough. I slide my hand over my inner thigh, reaching forward until I’m cupping them in my hand. I'm rewarded with a heady moan as I roll them back and forth, massaging, tugging. His fingers speed up, two fingers riding along both sides of my clit while another rides over the top, pushing and pulling with every thrust. I extend my middle finger, pushing up along the back of his scrotum until I reach his taint. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do, so I experiment with a light touch, light rubbing, and finally massage the spot firmly. His hips spasm in response, and he fucks me hard, an unhuman-like sound ripping from his throat. I don't have any choice but to take what he's giving me, and I fall apart oh his cock, coming harder than I ever have before.
"Jesus," I pant, collapsing against him, trying to catch my breath, my ears ringing.
"Where did you learn that?" he rasps, his hips ghost-spasming.
"From the Internet."
"Is that code for porn?" he asks, chuckling.
"Maaaybe. I know most of it is unrealistic, but I’ve learned a few things."
"Well, I, for one, am incredibly grateful that you're open to exploring your sexuality."
"Does that mean you'll let me peg you?" I ask, biting my lip to keep in my laugh as I look up at him.
I slide a finger under his chin, pushing it shut, then kiss his neck. "Just kidding."
"Are you, though?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out." I stand up, holding out my hand for him. "Let's get washed up and go look for some snacks."
"Or we can order room service," he says, gesturing to the menu lying on the bed.
"Even better. And then dessert?" I ask, winking at him. "And yes, before you ask, dessert is code for more sex."
"Jesus Christ, Isla. Thank God there are three of us. I don't think I could keep up with you on my own."
"I have years to make up for, Theo. I’d like to make up for them as fast as possible.”
“I’ll do everything to help you in your quest, princess,” he says as he stands, pulling me against his body and capturing my lips with his.