Page 91 of Where We Call Home

“Watch your step!” Theo squealed and pointed at the ground. Like the fool I was, I looked away from her and immediately regretted my choice because she pounced. Her paint-covered hand found its mark, landing on my T-shirt.

I laughed and spun around, placing my painted hand on her back as she tried to escape. Theo spun with a gasp, her jaw unhinged.

“What? Didn’t think I’d give it back?”

Theo moved quickly. As I wrapped her in my arms, her back pressed against my front. She wiggled, trying to move from my grasp, but was unsuccessful. Her ass rubbed against my cock, jolting it awake. With the paintbrush still in my hand, I dragged it across her belly and then up her arm in a swift motion.

Out of pure luck, Theo was able to break free enough to spin and face me, both hands coming up to cup my cheeks.

Our breaths were labored, panting inches away from each other. Her paint-smeared palms left two marks on my face. I reached mine to hers, cupping one cheek. We were a mess—paint-splattered and chaotic, our light brown smudges matching the walls we’d been working on.

My eyes darted between hers, a frantic pinball trapped in its machine. The need to close the gap, to kiss her, to mix my paint with hers, overwhelmed me.

So, I gave in.

My lips crashed against her, firm and unrelenting. My hand stayed on her face, grounding us in the chaos as she melted into the kiss, pulling me closer, eliminating any trace of space between us.

I walked us backward, her back hitting the wall with a deep thud. Our lips didn’t stop, neither of us coming up for air as my tongue explored her mouth frantically.

Theo’s hands left my face and trailed down my body, streaks left in her wake. The cool sensation was felt under my shirt as she reached my stomach.

I pulled away from the kiss, her slender fingers dipping into the waistband of my shorts.

“Was this your plan all along?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she replied, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth.

“All you had to do was ask, Honey.”

She kissed me again, using one hand to pull me closer by the collar of my shirt. Fumbling for the claps of her overalls, I refused to break away. I’d feel my way around because there was no chance I’d stop the kiss.

Finally, the front of her overalls fell down, revealing the tight shirt that spread across her breasts. Theo pushed me, rolling us over against the wall, so now she was on top. With the thud of my back against the wall she broke and stared at me with a wicked grin.

“It’s my turn to taste you,” she muttered against my lips, giving me one last kiss before sinking to her knees.

“Theo,” I protested.

“Be a good boy and take it.” She pulled down my pants, boxers and all, allowing my cock to spring free. It was hard and aching, knowing Theo was on her knees before me. “I hope I can fit all of you in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back, making contact with the wall.

Theo took me, slowly teasing the tip with her tongue. I needed to watch her, see her with a mouth full ofmycock. When I looked down, her eyes were already on me and she hummed in approval like she’d been waiting.

Through hooded eyes, she took me all the way until my tip hit the back of her throat, not once taking her eyes off me. Tears began to prick, and she gagged slightly but didn’t stop.

Seeing her gag on my cock sent a tingle up my spine, release already knocking.

I had to look away; I couldn’t bust yet.

Theo dove in, placing both hands on the backs of my legs and moving her mouth along my shaft. Her tongue popped out, swirling around the base as I buried deep in her mouth.

One hand that was on the back of my thigh moved inside, a finger dragging up and along my balls. The feeling was indescribable. My skin pricked as she held me in her palm.

“Theo, fuck!” I groaned, my head snapping down to watch again. She was grinning. She knew she had me.

My cock sprang from her mouth as she pulled away. Without warning, she lifted my dick and her tongue ran from base to tip. It tickled but in the best way possible.

The warmth from her mouth left my shaft and latched onto my balls, using her tongue to create circles on the sensitive skin.

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