Page 102 of Muted

Another door rattling knock jolts me from my thoughts, and I stare toward the hallway.No fucking way is Theo here right now.

Scooting off my bed, I keep my phone in hand as I tiptoe toward my door, making sure all the lights are off before I peek through the peephole. I swear to God, Theo is staring right at me, eyes locked on the little circle, face filled with desire and need. His hair is free, hanging in his eyes and his hands, I assume, are planted on the door, bracing himself until I open up for him.

A loud exhale rushes from my mouth. He must hear it because his lips curl up at the sides. He doesn’t look happy; he looks determined. “Let me in.” His voice is quiet, but demanding.

My hands fumble for the locks on the door, my eye still pressed to the door, watching him as he steps back to wait for me. The metal is cold against my fingers, but my hands are so clammy that they keep slipping as I twist the lock, jerk the handle, only for it to not budge.

“Open the goddamn door, Susu,” I hear him growl through the door, now impatient with me.I forgot the fucking deadbolt.I fight again with the locks, realizing once I got the deadbolt open, the handle is still locked. I flip it and when I finally turn the knob, finding no resistance, Theo is pushing his way into my apartment. I take a few steps back, his scent of leather and wood slamming into me as he kicks the door shut behind him.

I barely see him relock the door before he’s stalking toward me. Another few steps back, I hit the side table that Miriam placed in the entrance for us to drop our keys. The wood rattles through the empty space, but Theo doesn’t notice it.

He’s on me before I can right myself, arms wrapping around my waist and ass to lift me up against him, slamming his mouth against mine. He drives his tongue into my mouth and my legs wrap around him on their own, clinging for dear life.

Theo wrenches his lips away to press his forehead to mine. His fingers are digging into the flesh of my ass and upper back, while we both gasp to suck in air. He looks to the side where the light from my bedroom is illuminating the hallway, and asks, “That your room?”

I nod my head jerkily against his, and then we’re on the move. Once inside my room, he releases my ass to push the door closed while I cling to him harder, so he doesn’t drop me. A low chuckle rumbles out of him before he whispers, “I won’t drop you, carebear.”

Leaning back, I tilt my head to the side, curious about the carebear comment. He grins at me, flashing his teeth, just before dropping me to the bed with a gasp. Gripping the bottom of his shirt, he yanks it up and over his head. After dropping it on the floor, he places a knee on my mattress, causing the bed to dip under his weight.

His body forces my legs to widen for him, giving him room and he pauses to look me over. “What the hell are you wearing?” My chin hits my chest to look myself over, only for a blush to explode across my face. I’m wearing a white tank top that’s so thin you can see my nipples straining against the fabric. My shorts are a pair of old boxers I bought ages ago, the front gaping open because the button has been long lost to washing cycles.

Theo runs his finger down my stomach before slipping his finger through the opening to tease the skin above my pussy. My entire body shudders at his touch, causing a low rumble to rattle through his chest.

His eyes lock with mine as he shoves his entire hand through to grip my pussy firmly, his fingers pressed against my opening, but he doesn’t push them inside. With his hand braced against me, he pushes himself up taller, hovering over me. With his free hand, he slides it across my lower stomach, before sliding it up my body underneath my shirt. He makes his way between my breasts, and once it slides out the top of my tank, he travels another few inches until his fingers wrap around my throat.

The moment he grips me, his fingers dance around my pussy lips to part them, before two of them slip inside. My eyes roll back at the way he’s filling me, my mouth opening on a silent cry as he fucks his fingers in and out slowly, never letting go of my throat.

He doesn’t cut off my breathing. Instead, he massages the sides, relaxing my muscles as he continues to work his fingers deeper inside. Leaning down, his mouth hovers over mine, inhaling every time I exhale on a gasp. “I’m not going to put my mouth on this pussy until you’ve come on my fingers,” he groans out, putting pressure on my clit with the palm of his hand.

My entire body trembles as his fingers drive into me hard, my clit being rubbed roughly. It’s so overwhelming that pleasure is zipping through all of my limbs, and I can’t pinpoint what direction I’m heading. It’s too much, but not enough all at once. I feel like I need to pee, but all I can do is open my legs wider, tilting my hips up to allow him more access.

I suck in a deep breath, ready to scream out his name, when he bites my lip hard enough that I wince from the pain. Licking away his abuse to the tender flesh, he clenches his hand tighter around my neck and whispers, “I’m not ready for my name yet.”

Pulling back from me again, he lowers his body to drive his fingers in harder and I feel the way I’m soaking his hand. My hips thrusting along with him, searching for the relief I need before I combust.

The moment he curls his fingers up, fucking my pussy earnestly, I feel his hand release my throat to cover my mouth. He slips his fingers against my tongue, and I suck hard on them as I explode against hand. Pulse after trembling pulse jerks my body against him, sucking hard against his fingers that have cut off the sound I want to scream into the room.

As I come back down from my orgasm, twitching uncontrollably, Theo releases me entirely to wrench my shorts down my legs. I barely notice him jerking his own pants off, but I hear the soft thud of them hitting the floor somewhere in my room.

Spreading my legs again, he slaps his hand against my drenched folds, the sound crude against the silence apart from of our heavy breathing. “Keep these open for me. I want to taste your cum.”

I nod lazily, unable to focus on anything except for the way his body settles between my legs. My knees lift toward my chest as he grips them from behind, holding me open and exposed. When his tongue hits my opening and drags upwards to my clit, there’s no holding back my cry as it comes out brokenly. When he hears me, he rises over my body and grins down at me.

“Did you have something to say, Susu?” he asks, trailing his fingers through my folds again. I open my mouth, ready to beg him to keep going, but the flicker of triumph stops me. “Come on, baby… let me hear my name.”

I decide to play with him a bit and, with exaggeration, press my lips together and shake my head slowly. A short laugh escapes him, then he studies me for a moment. “Not yet then. I’ll get you there.” Sinking back between my legs, he pushes them up again back into the position I was just in.

Then, he feasts, dragging his tongue over every inch of my skin, licking every drop away he drew from my body. This time, he isn’t working me toward another orgasm, but he keeps me on edge with strong laps against my clit or sucks it into his mouth for a moment before releasing it and driving his tongue inside me again. Theodore Gatlin is eating me alive, and I don’t think I’m going to survive him much longer.

Panting, I can barely get oxygen into my lungs as he drives my knees up higher, pressing them against my chest to open me further. I feel his tongue move lower, making me tense up from the new sensation, but he doesn’t stay there long. His laughter vibrates against my skin as he moves back up, kissing my pussy like he did my mouth when he walked inside my apartment.

Not an inch has been left unattended by his mouth and once he’s finished, he works his tongue and teeth against my clit until I’m scrambling for his head, gripping the length of his hair to hold him closer to me, but my mind wants to pull him away from how sensitive I am. I don’t know what I want, but I need something more.

Just before I can demand more, he shoves his body up mine, covering me with his weight. He lets one of my legs go and guides it around his waist but hooks his arm around the other to keep me spread for him. Theo’s lips and beard are covered with my flavor when he drives his tongue into my mouth, kissing me roughly as he lines himself up with my opening.

“I know I should ask if I should wear a condom, but I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I assume you haven’t either, correct?” I can feel the head of his cock pushing against me. As much as I want to look down because it feels fucking huge, I can’t unlock my eyes from his. I’m on birth control and have been for years, so I shake my head slowly, letting him know I don’t want him to. I want to feel—

With another loud growl, he shoves his cock inside of me, seating himself to the hilt. This time, I can’t hold it in, and I fucking scream.

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