Page 131 of Meet Me at the Metro

“Yes,” I whimper, needing the same cadence he gave me a few breaths ago.

“Yes, what?”He presses a third finger inside of me, rousing my desperation further.

“Theo, please.”

“Yes. What.”

He doesn’t give me the satisfaction of inching in further, and I’m so starved for relief that I force myself to answer. “Yes, I was daydreaming about you bending me over and fucking me.”

Theo rewards me with a wicked smile and proceeds with the steady pulse of his fingers, working to build up my climax. “You’re bloody trouble, girl.”

“Well, you’re a bad influence.”

The stroke of his three fingers grows rougher at the accusation as if in playful reprimand.“Me?”

“Yes,you.”

I’m unable to hide my moan as his fingers swirl inside me, my eyes rolling back as a potent wave of pleasure washes over me—submerging my entire body.

“I’d argue you’re a worse influence.” He twists his fingers again, praising me, “Especially when you get wet like this baby.”

“I can’thelp it,” I whine.

“And I don’t want you to. I like imagining how good you feel around my cock when you’re like this.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

I impatiently sit up, unfasten his belt, and unbutton his pants. When I slide his boxers down his hips, his hard-on springs out, and I drink in the sight of his veiny, thick flesh. I give its tip a taunting, quick suck that has his breaths shaking and mine faltering for a beat.

Theo presses me back against the couch, tearing off his shirt and pants in two swift movements before he begins peeling my dress off until every inch of my goose-fleshed skin is exposed. I revel in the sensation of his calloused palm exploring the expanse of my hips, my waist, my ribcage, my breasts….

The pads of his thumbs brush against the peaked flesh of my nipples. “You’re so stunning, Nora.”

“I want you,” I tell him, my voice strained with desperation as I reach for his stiff penis and guide it toward my entrance. “I need you.”

A strained moan rips from his throat as I run the head of him against my wet folds, coaxing him.

“You looked so pretty in your dress tonight,” he croons, inching himself inside me—just far enough to leave me aching to feel the fullness of him. “But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting it off of you so I could remember what you feel like wrapped around me.”

“Remind yourself, then.Please.”

“I intend to,” he smirks, pulling away from me as he rises from the couch. His eyes devour the sight of my naked body strewn against the sofa as he commands, “Don’t move a fucking inch, pretty thing.”

The sound of his quick, heavy footsteps echoes through the darkness of the flat as he ascends the stairs to the loft. I listen as he rustles through drawers and hurries back downstairs.

He’s grinning when he comes back to find me in the exact position he left me in. “Good girl.”

I eagerly watch as he methodically slips a condom over the length of himself. Then, he presses his thumb against my clit and gives it a rewarding massage as he lowers himself to me.

I’m panting as he fits himself back against my throbbing core. “Oh my, God.”

Theo only lingers there for two quick seconds before he grasps my hips and drives his cock into me. My mind is a million fireworks going off at once as I adjust around him, stretching to accommodate his thickness.

“Fuck,“ he bellows.

“I’ve missed this,” I moan, reveling in every considerate inch of him. “I’ve missed this so much, Teddy.”

He feasts against my breasts as he thrusts himself inside of me, maintaining a forceful, steady rhythm that’s in beautiful tandem with every greedy lick he starts to give my nipples.

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