Page 46 of Meet Me at the Metro

“You'd love to know, wouldn't you?” He taunts, playing with the hem of my bralette.

“Tell me why,” I sigh, wishing he'd give his hands permission to explore further.

“Because of how badly you make me want you,” he finally growls back.

“And how badly is that?” I whine, my breath growing heavier as his hips press closer to mine.

“Really fucking bad, Nora.”

“Can’t be that bad,” I counter, arching my back off the mattress. As my eyes adjust to the darkness of my bedroom, I find his darkened gaze pinned on the lacy, peaked material clung against my chest. “Seeing as you're not letting yourselfreallytouch me.”

As if my words clipped the final tether that was holding him from me, Theo’s palms smooth along my covered breasts, massaging me through the fabric. I let out a pitiful moan—deep and desperate—as he toys with my body.

“You’ve got me so hard right now,” he groans. “So hard, it hurts.”

I can’t help but compare the desperation so evident in his voice to my own as my hands intertwine into his hair, clutching onto the golden strands as his thumbs circle my hardened nipples. The pressure is hardly enough to satisfy my desires.

“You have no fucking clue how long I’ve wanted to feel and taste you.”

“It’s not nice to lie, you know?” I tease, enjoying this game of back-and-fourth he and I have going.

“I’m not lying.”

I gasp as he grinds himself against me, roughly pressing his hard-on against the inside of my thigh.

“Doesthisfeel like I’m making it up?”

Slipping my hand between us, I trail my fingers down to his pelvis and grasp onto his length through the material of his pants. Theo moans deeply as I squeeze him. “You are hard for me, aren’t you?”

“You’re killing me, Nora,”he confesses, releasing a strained grunt.

Heat rises in my chest as I imagine the places his cock should be other than in my hand, and I feel conjured to beg, “Will you show me how much you hate me?”

“You sure you want that?”Theo slowly pries my legs open and presses the heel of his palm against my damp panties as if he's warning me of what I'm asking for.

I nod feebly, so pathetically at a loss of words.“Mhmm.”

“There's that agreeable mouth of yours,” he croons. “I can show you just how much I hate you, Nora.”

“Yes.”

Theo draws his mouth to my neck and glides his tongue along the spot where my pulse is hammering. “And I can make you come so hard that you’ll end up hating me, too.”

“Please,” I sigh, only feeling slightly relieved when his hand curves around my cunt. He only gives it one good knead, refusing to remedy my lustful distress until I beg again,“Theo, please.”

His eyes darken at the anguished request, and before I can even take my next breath, he’s answering it. Theo steadily massages me through my underwear, soothing my aching pussy. My hums and moans of satisfaction grow louder with every quickened squeeze his palm makes against me, and I find it hard to cope with the overwhelming sensations.

“Quiet, Nora,” he reprimands.

Theo watches my body move with the rhythm of his hand with a devilish smirk, staring as I grind against it to feel more—I'm starving for so much more.

“Oh, my G—”

He stretches a hand up to cover my mouth, muffling the words. “We don’t want to wake the others up.”

My fingernails sink into the ink engraved on his biceps, digging into his firm, working muscles as he rubs me.

“You are so wet,” Theo praises, uncovering my mouth. “Your panties are fucking soaked for me.”

---