Page 55 of Tide Over

Theo seems to read my mind and pulls me up to him, pressing his lips to mine. As my tongue slides against his, I push my hips into his again and pull a delicious moan from him. I’m so fucking hard, and he feels so fucking good against me that I have to do it again, and again. Theo wraps his arms around me to keep me tight against him as we moan and groan against each other’s lips.

Eventually I push myself back just enough to slide a hand between us so I can grasp his cock, but he quickly grabs my wrist to stop me.

My eyes meet his and he just shakes his head, releasing my wrist to shove my boxers down over my hips. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

My heart skips a beat as I roll my hips again and my cock, now free from my boxers, rubs against his. Theo’s eyes flutter closed, and a groan escapes him as I drop my lips to his neck. Heat spreads through me as I thrust my hips and feel his hard body against mine. His fingers digging into my skin only adds to the overwhelming sensation as a tingle spreads up my spine, and I grind into him even harder. He’s groaning and clawing at me as every move I make seems to bring him closer and closer, and I feel like I’m not far behind him.

Until he suddenly presses a hand to my chest to push me back and guides my hand to his cock.

I can’t help but let out a small smile as I look down at him. Theo… usually so quiet, reserved, and subtle, has finally found his voice. He’s telling me exactly what he wants, how he wants it, and with the confidence I knew was in there.

And I’m more than happy to give it to him.

I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him as I straddle his hips. Immediately, he grunts, and his muscles tense.

“Fuck,” he mutters, “I’m coming.” His hands land on my thighs in a bruising grip and I continue to stroke him, watching his skin flush and his head tip back as he groans, coming over his abs and my hand.

I’m impossibly hard as I stare down at him, watching him in awe as he moans and writhes beneath me. When he’s almost down from his high, his eyes open and he looks up at me. He exhales and sits up, wrapping his arm around my back and flipping us over so he’s on top of me.

The feeling of his weight on me, his lips moving against mine, and his tongue in my mouth is enough to unravel me. I’m so close, and feel like I’m going to tip over the edge at any minute. But I need to hold on. He feels so fucking good, I need to savour this.

Theo kisses down my body, and I hold my breath as I watch him. But when he takes my cock into his warm, wet mouth, a rush rolls through me and the pressure starts to build. His soft brown eyes watch me as he takes my cock further into his mouth, and I can hardly fucking stand it.

“Jesus Christ…” I murmur as he slides his mouth up and down my length. I swallow hard as the sensation becomes almost unbearable, and when his hand cups my balls I bite my lip hard to keep from coming in his mouth right here and now.

But I can’t come yet. Because as I watch him, so confident, comfortable, and free, I want to give this to him. I want him to take everything he wants, and as much of it as he wants. Seeing him so uninhibited is like watching him come to life. Everything just seems so natural, and it’s like he’s completely weightless. Because he’s finally found his freedom.

A strangled moan escapes me as his tongue runs up the length of my cock, and I close my eyes to try to keep myself together just a little bit longer.

But I can’t. He feels too fucking good.

My hands land on his shoulders as I lift my head to look down at him and try to pull him up. “I’m going to come,” I say.

But he doesn’t move.

He stays right where he is and keeps his mouth on my cock.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

There’s no way I can hold back any longer.

One more glide of his tongue and my release quickly rushes to the surface. I groan loudly as my head tips back against themattress and my fingers slide into his hair, gripping and pulling tight as I come in his mouth.

My cock pulses as I come harder than I think I ever have, and as I look down at him, I damn near lose my breath. He keeps his lips around my cock, his brown eyes glued to mine, and sucks every last drop of cum out of me.

When he releases me from his mouth, he pushes back onto his knees and his throat bobs as he swallows.

All I can do is stare at him and remind myself to breathe.

His eyes are on fire as he stares back at me, looking fuckingalive.

And this might be the most alive I’ve felt in a long time too.

TWENTY-TWO

As I quietly exit thebathroom, my gaze drifts to Liam in bed. I can just make out his sleeping form in the predawn darkness, with Miss Bobber curled up beside him, where she'd slept between us all night. His dark hair is a tousled mess, and the soft rhythm of his breathing is the only sound breaking the stillness of the early morning. For a moment, I just watch him, letting my eyes adjust, and soaking in the quiet calm that surrounds him.

I step closer and lean down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. He stirs as his eyes open, and he sleepily looks up at me.

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