Page 47 of Not A Chance

A swift pinch on my right nipple had my eyes snapping back open. Focusing on the devilry in his gaze, I watched as he stoked both our lust by giving my other nipple the same treatment. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning at the little pinpricks and heat left behind by his fingers.

He repeated the motions with his thumbs on my sensitive skin, ending with the brief pinch on each rotation of my chest, until the nipples and areola were flushed with blood and heat.

“I want to taste you, Indie. Please.” His low voice had shivers racing up my spine.

He seemed to understand how much I liked it when he asked formy consent because he didn’t move to explore any other part of me without my direction.

After nodding my assent, I moved closer into his body between his legs. I let my hands drop to his shoulders, gripping the hard muscles in preparation for the onslaught of what was to come.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he lowered his mouth to my tender nipple and gave it a gentle flick of his tongue. Because of his previous attentions, even such a slight touch had my fingers digging into his firm muscles.

It was all I could do to remain standing when he sucked my nipple into his mouth fully while his tongue caressed its tip. The contrasting sensations had my lower half throbbing in anticipation. The wetness between my legs multiplied, and I pressed my thighs together in a futile attempt at relief.

“Fuck, Theo.” I couldn’t hold in my moan of his name. He was too intense, too good at seducing me with his hands and mouth.

A combination of rumble and groan answered my needy sound as he sucked more of my flesh into his mouth as if he was trying to consume my entire breast at once.

I moved my hands into his hair to hold him more tightly to me and reveled in the thick, soft waves. Alternating between pulling him into me and grasping the strands between my fingers, I loved the idea of him looking as messy as all the pleasure he was sending into my body.

He moved to my other breast and lavished it with the same attention as the first. The wetness left behind by his mouth, now exposed to the cool air, was a sharp contrast to the inferno of his lips and tongue, replicating the sensations on the opposite side of my body.

After floating in the sea of pleasure he was wreaking on my body, I gripped his hand and pulled his hair back gently. His lips made aloud, wetpopas he released my nipple.

His eyes were hazy with pleasure. I’d put money on having the same punch-drunk look on my own face.

“Lie back, please,” I instructed.

Without hesitation, he treated me to a show of his powerful upper-body muscles flexing as he dragged himself backward toward the head of the bed.

His abs could have inspired a series of sculptures. Looking as hot as Theo did with his shirt off should be illegal. I wanted to trace those ridges and valleys with my tongue, maybe suck a mark or two onto his golden skin.

The hours and hours I’d spent fantasizing about Theo had nothing on the reality of him.

I crawled up the bed, moving over him until I could sit on his thighs.

Ghosting my fingers as far up his chest as I could reach and then back down to the trail of dark hair under his belly button to where it met the top of his sweatpants, I scratched my fingernails through the soft fuzz. Another deep groan was my reward.

Shit. He was so intoxicating. I kept stalling on each new part of him that I touched, getting lost in the feel of him.

I arched an eyebrow as I toyed with the waistband of his sweatpants. There was no hiding the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric.

He nodded, and I didn’t hesitate to grab the fabric and tug, now impatient to bare him for my own pleasure. Because the universe seemed to be smiling upon me tonight, he’d gone commando under his sweats, and the motion of pulling them with the helpful lift of his hips had his rock-hard cock slapping against his stomach.

Jesus. I froze for a moment down by his feet after wrestling the soft fabric down his muscular legs. He was all toned muscle covered in smooth skin. He wasn’t insanely bulked up like some of the guyson the team, but taking him in, I could see the lines of strength that radiated from his body.

Taking my pause as hesitation, and Theo being Theo, he was quick to reassure me.

“Hey, Indie. This only goes as far as you want it to tonight. You get me?” His tone was confident. There was no disappointment as he held my gaze, waiting for my response.

I gave him what I hoped was a feline smile. Oh, I knew just how far I wanted to go.

“Good thing I want it to go as far as it can go, then.”

I made quick work of my own jeans and underwear. There would be another time for teasing while stripping off clothes.

Tonight, I wanted to get right into the good stuff. I watched him as his eyes traced my naked body, pleased with how openly he was appreciating everything on display for him.

“Christ, Indie…” My nudity had him groaning once more. “There aren’t words for how incredible you look right now, baby.”

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