Page 59 of Unforeseen Love

ChapterThirty-Seven

Sienna

Theo is an absolute arsehole, bringing me to climax while his aunt was on the phone. I feel his shadow above me, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring at me as though I was the one who just gave him the most explosive orgasm.

I’m trying to catch my breath when his phone rings beside us. I had to hang up. There was no way I would be able to hold back my obvious pleasure while she was still on the phone. I don’t think I can look her in the face again anytime soon, even if she didn’t know what was happening.

“I fucking love making you come, Sienna Morgan.”

I let out a ragged breath. “I love it when you make me come, but that was savage.”

He smirks in a way that used to piss me off, but strangely, not so much anymore.

“I’d say sorry but….” He leans down, his mouth hovering over mine, teasing the seam of my lips, asking for permission. I let him in, of course, like he knows I will. His kiss is slow and sexy as hell, even more so with the taste of me on his tongue.

He pulls back and picks up his phone and swipes the screen.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he says when Meredith answers, as though he didn’t just have his face between my legs, his smile angelic––yeah, right.

If he thinks he’s going to get away with that, he’s very much mistaken. Out of shot, I grab a cushion, drop it to the floor, and kneel on it directly in front of him. His eyes dart down to mine before flicking back to his aunt.

I reach out and cup his hard-on, keeping my gaze fixated on him. His jaw visibly tightens and his pupils dilate.

And then I pull at the hem of his joggers until he springs free.

Moving my face closer, I lick his tip and over his piercing. His body jerks in response, and I hear a catch in his breathing. I think he might try and stop me, but instead, his free hand slides into my hair as he tugs me closer. He smells rich and masculine.

Wrapping my mouth around his thick head, I swirl my tongue over his tip. He told me how having the piercing increases his sensitivity, and to prove the point, his fingers flex in my hair. Reaching out, I tug his joggers, and he raises his arse, so I pull them to his knees and then I push his thighs open, gently playing with his balls before swiping my finger along his perineum.

Glancing up, I can see he’s trying to remain stoic, knowing how much he probably wants to fuck my face right now. He does love taking control. As much as I love it when he takes charge, this is exhilarating. And something is empowering about having him at my mercy and the roles reversed.

I take him into my mouth again, teasing, and then slowly draw out, my lips trailing to his balls and sucking one into my mouth, and then repeating the action with the other.

And then I sit back on my haunches. His tip is leaking pre-cum, and I’m pretty sure it won’t take much for me to make him come.

Running my hands up and down his thighs, I take his hard length in my hands, working them in opposite directions as I twist gently back and forth. His balls are drawn so tight, and I know he’s doing everything in his power to remain impassive as he tries to concentrate on talking to Meredith.

Feeling wicked, I suddenly stop what I’m doing and stand up. His usually honey brown eyes are now dark. His pupils dilate as he glances up, his head tilting slightly. I smile, blow him a kiss, and then I wink as I turn my back on him, making a point to sashay my arse as I walk away. The sound of a heavy groan escapes him, and I can hear Ewan joining in on the conversation as he asks if he’s okay, right before I lock myself in the bathroom, unable to contain my laughter as I start running myself a bath.

I go to my room and grab my book, and on my way back to the bathroom, I can still hear Theo talking to his aunt and uncle. I remember Ewan mentioning ‘Teddy’ and how he was living in Ireland, and they missed him––I still can’t believe it was Theo they were talking about all that time and I had no idea.

But now, it does make me wonder why he stayed away for so long. I ponder this thought as I tie my hair into a top knot and then place my book on the bath caddy. Climbing into the bath as it fills with hot water, I let out a contented sigh.

I’m curious what would keep him away for so long, but as tempted as I am to ask, I also don’t know where we stand. We’re sleeping together, and he’s my boss, oh and my housemate, but outside of that, what are we exactly? I’m not even sure. And maybe I’m a coward for not asking, but I like the bubble we’ve created.

I turn off the taps and reach for my book. I’m about a chapter in when Theo pushes the door open and leans against the doorjamb, sporting a hard-on straining beneath his joggers.

He crosses his arms. “Do you know how uncomfortable it is sitting there with a severe case of blue balls while talking to my aunt and uncle?”

Marking my page with my bookmark, I place it back on the caddy and sit back.

“I can’t say I’ve ever had that problem,” I say, unable to hide my smile.

Within two strides, he’s beside the bath, leaning over until his face is inches from mine. He reaches out and grabs my chin, but his hold is surprisingly gentle.

“Well, when you get out of this bath, I want you on all fours so that I can fuck that sass right out of you.”

I want to tell him in his dreams, but my nipples harden just at the thought. His eyes roam over my chest before landing back on my face, his lips forming a smug smirk right before his mouth crashes over mine.

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