Page 107 of Alpha Theo

Theo drops his arms from my waist, nearly tripping over his feet as he turns to grab for his duffel on the ground. I chuckle as I watch him start rifling through it, toeing off my sneakers, yanking my socks off. I pad over to him right as he’s tossing his bag back onto the ground, foil packet in hand.

I reach out for him, dipping my hands under the hem of his black t-shirt, running my fingertips over his hard abs. It feels like electricity is flowing from his body into my hands, white hot and urging me on. I cruise my palms up his hard chest, out over his broad pecs. He feels so good- so hard and rugged and manly. All the while he just stares down at me, drawing ragged breaths.

“Take it off,” I whisper, and in a flurry of movement and black fabric Theo tears his shirt off overhead with one arm, tossing it to the ground.

Then he’s on me again, arms sliding around my waist, pulling me in tight as he leans down to devour my mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. My lips part, our tongues tangling. He claws at my t-shirt and I break the kiss to step back, help him yank it off.

“Holy fuck,” he growls, raking his eyes over my chest.

I opted for a lacy black bralette today instead of my usual sports-bra, and from the look on his face, Theo approves of my choice.

He reaches forward with both hands, swiping his thumbs over my nipples, visible through the lace. They pebble up at his touch, liquid heat flooding my core.

“That’s sexy as hell,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts in his huge hands.

A breathy moan falls from my lips and his eyes fly up to meet mine, clouded with desire. He grabs me by the nape, pulling my mouth to his, claiming it. His fingers clumsily fumble with the button on my jeans as he kisses me hard, like he means it, like he’s starved for it.

He frees the button, slides the zipper, and I wriggle as he tugs the tight denim down my hips, revealing a black lacy pair of panties to match my bralette. I nearly trip as I try to step out of my jeans, kick them away, but Theo catches me, his eyes roaming my form.

“Jesus, Brooke,” he rasps, taking a shaky step back to get a better view. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

I’ve never felt sexier in my life than I do right now. I can see the hunger in Theo’s eyes, the desire burning behind his gaze.

I point at his jeans. “Take those off,” I say, my voice husky as I do a half-spin and start strutting over to the bed. I toss him a sultry little glance over my shoulder, his eyes trained on me as I make my way across the room.

I remove my glasses, setting them on the nightstand. I hear the rustle of his jeans coming off as I slide onto the bed, wiggling closer to the center. I get comfortable, lying on my back, positioning my head on the soft pillows, acutely aware of Theo’s movements as he stalks toward me.

The mattress dips with his weight as Theo climbs onto the end of the bed, crawling toward me on all fours wearing nothing but his boxers. His hazel eyes are intense, predatory, locked on my own.

He climbs over me, his large body hovering above mine as he dips his head down to plant another kiss on my lips. My breath catches on a sigh when his mouth moves to my neck, teeth grazing the tender skin as he nips and sucks, licking down to my collarbone.

“Theo!” I gasp as he paws at my breasts through the lace of my bralette and I lean up, sliding it off, tossing it to the floor.

An appreciative growl starts in his chest when my bare breasts are exposed to him. “Fuck baby, I love these little tits,” he growls, covering them with his hands, kneading them roughly. Then he attaches his mouth to one of them, a breathy moan escaping my lips.

His hands stay glued to my breasts as he peppers my stomach with kisses, slowly moving down my body. I whine as he starts kissing along the waistband of my panties, pressing my thighs together in an effort to alleviate the throbbing between my legs.

Theo slides his hands down my waist, hooking his thumbs in my panties on either side, dragging them down slowly. I arch my back, lifting my butt so he can take them off, panting as I feel his fingertips glide down my thighs, my calves. He leans back to sit on his heels as he tosses my panties away, eyes feasting over my body again.

Then, painfully slowly, he trails his fingertips back up my legs, leaning back in, nudging my thighs apart with an elbow. I throw my head back, press my eyes closed, feel his warm breath fanning over the apex of my thighs.

Then I feel his tongue. Hot, wet, licking along my slit, probing inside.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, hands clutching at the sheets, back arching. A scream tears from my mouth when he attaches his mouth to my clit, sucking and nipping as he slides one of his thick digits inside of me.

“Fuuuuuck!” I cry out, my hands flying to his head, tugging at his hair. “Yes yes yes…”

I’m panting, writhing, overcome by the torrent of pleasure crashing through my body delivered by his skillful mouth.

Theo pulls up to watch me for a moment, still pumping his finger in and out.

“You taste so fuckinggood,” he murmurs, then dives back in, flicking my sensitive clit with his tongue, wrapping his lips around it.

Normally I find his foul language offensive, but right now, when he’s doingthat? It’s driving me even crazier. I clamp my thighs against his ears, my body trembling, teetering on the edge of climax. He starts pumping his finger faster, sucking my clit harder, and I careen over it, fireworks exploding behind my eyes as my body shudders in an explosive, toe-curling orgasm.

My vision tunnels, but Theo doesn’t stop his assault on my pussy until he wrings every last bit of pleasure out of me, finally pulling up to look at me with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous when you let go like that,” Theo says, his voice gravelly.

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