Page 62 of Not A Chance

I blamed the commentary Theo had already provided.

Where had the laid-back voyeur from our night together gone? The man who sunk deeply into his pleasure as he watched me use him to take my own.

I’d never seen Theo lose his cool. He approached our first sexual experience the way I’d witnessed his commitment to hockey over these past months. He possessed a sure, steady confidence that demonstrated he was completely present in the moment. He left no doubt about where he wanted to be, on the ice or in my bed.

I’d never felt so wanted by anyone. He was intoxicating.

Tonight, he’d unleashed a stream of dirty talk I wasn’t expecting.Hearing those words from any other man would have probably turned me off.

But Theo wasn’t like any other man I’d ever met.

I stared at him through the screen, startled by the realization that I missed him more than I’d allowed myself to feel. I wanted him here in person so he could do all the things he wanted to me.

Neither of us had said anything for a moment after I made my demand, but Theo’s hand had not stopped moving in the interim.

He arched an eyebrow and gave me a wry smile. “We really doing this, Rocky?”

“Why, Yao? Don’t you want to?” I dared him. The truth was nerves zapped through my bloodstream at an alarming rate, turning my veins into electrical currents. I wouldn’t be surprised if I could light up our apartment block by myself.

A low hum issued from his throat. I held in a grin, knowing I’d activated his professional-level competitive spirit. We had that in common, I realized. All someone needed to do was tell Theo or me what we couldn’t do, and we’d jump on proving them wrong.

Did I use that to my advantage now? Absolutely. Was I ashamed of the results of my words? Absolutely not.

“Oh. I want to, baby. But it’s going to be an even playing field tonight. Whatever I show you, you show me. Deal?” His dark eyes seemed intent on capturing every microexpression on my face as he waited for my answer.

There was a relief in knowing I could back out of this at any time and Theo could as well without us thinking less of each other. We were both in this for the thrill, long past the point in our lives where we had anything to prove to anyone but ourselves.

Theo was the only man on the planet I would think to do this with. He would never abuse my trust in any way, and that gave methe freedom to sink deeply into my own arousal.

“Fine. You start,” I replied as if this was going to be some sort of dare. But I got wetter by the second when I thought of all the possibilities of what could fall from those perfectly formed lips of his.

I quickly swiped my thumb across the side of my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling. My lips remained slightly parted while I got lost in the possibility of getting filthy.

Jesus. This was going to be my own private OnlyFans show.

The truth was I’d been so overwhelmed with my own arousal the first time we were together that I hadn’t had a chance to appreciate Theo’s body in all its glory.

Not being able to touch him was the perfect opportunity to soak up all the peaks and valleys of his body that he worked damn hard to maintain. How could I possibly do anything else but reward those efforts by ogling the shit out of his body?

“Take your shirt off, baby. That little sleep shirt drives me insane.” Theo whipped his own white T-shirt off over his head, tossing it to the side out of the video frame.

I looked directly into the camera of my phone and sent him the most devilish smirk I could muster. Just because I’d agreed to play by his rules didn’t mean I wasn’t going to stretch his willpower until it snapped.

Gizmo was asleep in her fluffy bed on the other side of the couch. There were just some things her little subconscious should not hear, so I stood and made my way to my bedroom and shut the door behind me.

I set up the phone on my bedside table, using books to prop up my phone so that Theo could see my entire upper body down to where my butt rested on my white sheets.

“Goddamn, Rocky. When you do something, you don’t do it half-assed, do you?” Theo’s voice was a growl. He copied my actions and propped his own phone up to mirror the angle I was showing him. Now, I could see his ripped torso and the dark gray boxer briefs he was wearing.

His cock was already rock hard, tenting the soft fabric of his briefs obscenely. My god, the tips would be flooding in if we were recording this for public consumption.

I pulled up one side of my pajama shorts to reveal the entirety of my ass cheek to his gaze, feeling the slinky fabric slide between them. “No, I don’t, but in this case, half-assed looks pretty good, am I right?”

I leaned forward to balance more on my knees and turned the bared side of my bottom toward the camera. I made sure I kept my upper body angled enough so I could see his reaction.

He did not disappoint. “Fuck me, I wish that I could take a handful of that ass right now, baby. I can’t decide if I want to slide my hand under that fabric hiding your holes from me or have you sit on my face so I can bite that round peach of yours.”

I sat down firmly on my heels, pressing my thighs together to stem the arousal heating my core.

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