Chapter Thirty-Seven

Danica

Seven Years Earlier

-Late March-

T he sweet kisses leave a burning trail as he makes his way down my neck, nipping softly then licking away the pain. His hands are everywhere, cradling my face, tangled in my hair, wandering over my arms and across to my stomach. With sure movements, he is grabbing the hem, lifting it up and over my head in one swift motion. Standing in nothing but my matching lace bra and underwear set, goosebumps cover my skin and I shiver, feverish from the heat of his gaze.

I watch him take a step back, eyes darkening with a ravenous hunger that can’t be hidden as they roam over my body. And for the first time, I feel no shame, no embarrassment at his blatant perusal. All I can feel is a burning flame in my core, one that will devour me whole before the night is over. This isn’t the first time that Theo and I have slept together, but after everything that happened with Bradley and my father, I was too injured to really explore Theo’s lean muscled body the way I have ached to.

But today is different. Dante stopped by earlier with his personal physician, the one who had arranged for my home care while I was recovering from the latest round of injuries that I had incurred from the fallout of my psychotic father’s scheming. And I was finally given the “all clear” to resume normal activities. Logically, I know that he was referring to my gymnastics training, not having sex with my smoking hot boyfriend. But hey, what can I say? This girl has been left hot and needy with all his hooded glances, the teasing touches and not-so-subtle innuendo for weeks, until it has built into a blazing inferno of need that only he can quench. I need him in a way I have never needed anything before.

So, I watch my hoodie guy as he takes me in, and I do the same; eyes roaming over his toned muscles and firm thighs, honed from countless hours of practice both on and off the ice. Under my perusal, I see him, watch how his cock grows harder under the weight of my attention. With a lick, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, struggling to stay still, waiting. He palms his dick over his briefs, but makes no further move towards me.

Tentatively, I take a step forward, then another, until I am standing directly in front of him. He moves to grab me, pulling me close for a heated kiss, but I stop him, placing both hands against his chest to create a small barrier. And just like I know he would, he stops immediately, always cognizant of my shifting moods and my needs in the moment. He pauses but doesn’t loosen his hold on me, eyes questioning.

Without saying a word, I slowly slide my hands down his chest, over his chiseled abs, exploring with the faintest of touches before I kneel before him. Looking up at him, riotous curls framing my face as my cheeks burn with embarrassment and need, I see his eyes widen in shock. For all the playful touches and tender explorations that we have had while I have healed, I have never kneeled before him. And he has never asked that of me. Too many painful memories have clouded my past, and just the thought of taking a dick in my mouth easily sends me into a tailspin of panic with thoughts of Bradley and all the damage he caused (both physical and emotional).

No, Theo has never and would never ask this of me. He knows my past. In all the weeks that I have stayed here in his room, at his mother’s house, he has spent hours holding me while I cried. Sometimes I would talk about the experiences I have endured, other times I would fight back the panic left behind from torturous nightmares where my past and present blurred in horrific reality that would trap my mind until Theo’s sweet, soothing tones would calm my racing heart.

But now, in this moment with him, with Bradley dead and my father gone. . . with nothing physical blocking my path, I am ready to put my past in the past where it belongs, or at least try. So, I kneel before the man I love, hands trailing down his abs, running softly over the bulge that is straining against his briefs, before grazing over his strong, muscular thighs, my eyes connected with his the whole time. Theo swallows, and I watch the bob of his Adams apple as he tries to catch his breath .

“You- you don’t have to do this, Danica.” Danica. Not Diavoletta, not il mio passerotto. My blood heats and I feel my desire soak into my panties.

Slowly, making sure he can see every word, every gesture, I lick my lips, and I know my eyes are a window to the blazing inferno that has buried itself in my core as I nod slowly. “I know. I want to. . .”

I move my hands assuredly in a path back up his thighs, running them more firmly over his bulge before moving up to the waistline, trailing my fingertips teasingly along the elastic before slowly lowering the briefs down past his cock, letting them fall to the floor. Unable to stop myself, a soft “oh” escapes as I take him in. His cock, which had been chafing so painfully, wanting to be let out to play, now stands firm before me in all its glory. Thick and veiny, straining up against his stomach, and a bead of precum leaks out from the tip.

Tucking my curls behind my ears, trying to get my hair out of my face, I lean forward and lick a slow path from the base up to the tip, savoring the taste of him as the precum slides onto my tongue. I pull back slightly, looking up at him once more, hesitant as a wave of uncertainty fights to claim my confidence.

“Just-” My voice breaks, so I clear my throat, trying once more. “Just, be gentle, okay? Please don’t pull my hair.”

Theo’s eyes, which had been dark with desire mere seconds ago, now cloud over with rage at the implication of why I would need to even make such a request. Before he can lose himself to the rage, I open my mouth wide, and slowly take the head of his penis into my mouth. This was exactly the right distraction, as he sucks in a breath at the shock of my mouth being on his cock. My movements are slow, tentative at first, as I fight back the memories that want to overwhelm me.

Breathing through my nose, I slowly swirl my tongue around his head, adjusting to the feel and taste of him. He is so big that even just the head feels like an intrusion.

“You like that baby? You want to fucking taste my cock?” My eyes close at his words, and my movements become more confident as I open further, taking more of him in an inch at a time.

“That’s it, la mia diavoletta. That’s my fucking girl. Look at you, so beautiful, taking me in.” A strained groan filters out and I feel his body shake as he clenches his fists at his side, fighting off the urge to grab onto me.

Saliva pools in my mouth, and I fight back the urge to swallow, but freeze in shock as he slips deeper, hitting my throat with his thick cock. Panic wells up in me and I start to pull back, losing myself to painful memories until Theo’s words of reassurance break through.

“Eyes on me, la mia diavoletta.” I am frozen, Theo still thick in my mouth, when I feel his hand reach out, lifting my chin slightly.

“Open your eyes, Danica.” At the tightness of his tone, the firmness of his command, I open my eyes, gazing up at him.

“That’s it baby. There’s my good girl. It’s just you and me here. Don’t think about him. He doesn’t deserve a fucking space in your head, and he will never touch your body again.”

Theo moves now, sliding out slightly before pushing himself in deeper, slowly, allowing me to adjust. “Keep your fucking eyes on me.”

He slides out again, this time all the way to the tip, before sliding back in with a groan. “Mmm, that’s it baby. Look how good you take me. Such a good fucking girl. Yes. Just like that.”

Theo sets a slow rhythm, giving me time to adjust to his size, carefully sliding in and out, not allowing himself to hit the back of my throat and cause a panic.

“That fucker never showed you how good it can be, did he, my sweet songbird?” My eyes don’t leave his, and I know he can see the question in my gaze even as I struggle to find my own rhythm.

Oral had never been about “giving” head with Bradley. There was never any giving, just him brutally taking over and over again until he was satisfied and I was left aching and alone, shame filling me and new bald spots still tender from where he would rip out fistfuls of strands in his attempt to maintain control over my body. No, I had never known to be giving head “good” or pleasurable. I had never known anything but pain until Theo.

I shake my head slightly as he is pulling back, and he slips out with a pop. I move to take him in my mouth again, wanting to bring him pleasure, to show him how good he makes me feel. Frowning slightly down at me, he shakes his head, taking a small step back out of my reach. Now I frown in return. “I- I don’t understand. Was I doing something wrong?”

Arching one brow, he shoots me a cocky grin. “No baby, you are so fucking perfect you are making me lose my goddamn mind. If you aren’t careful, I’m gonna come, but my momma raised me to be a gentleman. And a gentleman never comes before his lady. So,” He steps close to me again, cock straining painfully as it bobs in front of my face. I go to reach for him, but he takes my hand in his own, stopping me. “I’m going to need you to touch yourself now, Danica. ”

My brows furrow in confusion. “I-I don’t-I’ve never-” Words stumble out of me in a jumbled stammer. I’ve never touched myself before, never had a desire to do so. Not when another’s touch had always left me feeling so dirty and broken.

Eyes widening slightly in shock, it’s his turn now to be surprised and I hear the soft oath as he swears underneath his breath. “You’ve never pleasured yourself?”

I shake my head softly, unsure of why I feel so embarrassed in this moment.

“I’ve got you, Danica. Just do as I say.”

Okay, I can do that. I can follow directions. I nod in affirmation.

“Good girl. Close your eyes. Now, I want you to use your right hand, slowly slide it down your body. Take your time, I want you feeling every inch of your glorious body. Feel the toned muscles that I fucking admire from every hour you have spent dedicated to honing your gymnastics skills until it has become second nature to your body.”

Hesitantly, I follow his instructions. Eyes closed, I slowly trail my hand over my torso, feeling the firm muscles of my abdomen under the soft padding of skin.

“Mmm. That’s it, just like that. Now take that hand and slide it over your sweet pussy. Take your time, get familiar with that feeling. Good girl. . . now, I want you to part your sweet pussy lips, dip your fingers in and feel yourself.”

My fingers follow along as I listen to his guidance.

“Good. Feel how wet you are for me, beautiful.” I do.

“Now, tell me how wet you are.”

My eyes still closed, I feel the wetness dripping over my fingers, coating my hand. “I- I’m soaking.”

He groans at my words, and from his close proximity I can feel the sound as it rumbles through his body.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Now, take some of that sweet cum and rub it up to your clit. Start slow, gentle circles. Good. Now open your eyes. Look at me, Danica.”

My eyes pop open and I see that he has fisted himself, hand running over his cock as he pumps firmly in time with my own ministrations.

“Good girl. Now open up, la mia diavoletta. Take me in. I know you can take all of me.”

I open wide and my eyes start to drift closed, but he grabs my chin firmly, “Don’t close your eyes. You keep those emerald greens open and watch what you do to me. Watch how hard you make me. Watch as you drive me wild, make me lose control. ”

He is pumping himself harder now, and pushes his tip back into my mouth. “That’s it, just like that baby. Now open wide. And don’t stop rubbing yourself.”

A soft moan escapes my lips as I open wider, and I feel the slickness sliding down my legs. Rubbing in furious circles, I take all of him in, reaching my free hand up to grab his and gently place it on my head. I trust him not to pull my hair, not to push me further than I am willing to go, and I lean into his hand as he threads his fingers firmly into my hair. Not pulling, just simply holding on for dear life as he fights not to lose control.

Shifting slightly, I leverage my heel as I press it against my dripping pussy and the pressure is just right, pushing me over the edge. Suddenly, I find that I no longer care, too lost in the heat of the moment, in the feel and taste of him. My free hand grabs on to his wrist as he grips my hair and I open as wide as I can go, flicking and swirling my tongue, saliva dripping out the side of my mouth as I press forward and push him all the way to the back of my throat and I gag. Tears form in my eyes, but I refuse to blink, refuse to remove my gaze as his eyes roll back in ecstasy as he loses himself to the pleasure of the moment.

“Fuck! Danni! Jesus, baby I’m gonna come. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop now. Agh!”

I can feel his body go rigid, balls tightening and I match his rhythm, circling and pressing on my clit in time to him pounding into my mouth. And I gladly take it, choking on his rigid, throbbing cock as he hits the back of my throat and suddenly, a wave of chills runs down my spine as my body explodes into a million little pieces. Theo comes with me, shooting his salty cum down the back of my throat and I moan around him, swallowing him down, not missing a single drop.

“Fuck! Danica! Oh my God, you feel so fucking good! Shit! That’s it, my fucking beautiful girl. Don’t you waste a single drop. Look how good you choke on my cock.”

He empties the last of his load, his cock popping out of my mouth as he grabs me by my arms and hauls me to my feet, placing a searing kiss to my mouth, the taste of us mingling together and making us groan in unison before lifting me into his arms and tossing me playfully onto the bed.