Page 69 of Strange Seduction
“I know,” he comforted me with a soothing hand on my thigh near my new tattoo.
When I winced at the burn, he hushed me.
“Shh…” His hand went to the bucket on the nightstand and pulled out an ice cube. “Just relax, okay? It’ll feel better soon.”
“How—” I was cut off by him placing the cube in his mouth.
“Trust me,” he said, then pressed a final, lingering kiss to my lips before settling between my legs.
Slowly, he pressed his mouth against me. I arched instantly as his cold lips parted to envelop the new piercing. The ice rubbing against my swollen clit was a sensation I’ve never experienced before. It was so intense that I jerked and bucked against Theo’s face as he struggled to hold me still.
When I finally settled, he pressed the cube against me again, and I moaned deeply.
“Fuck, Teddy…”
His mouth was too busy giving me salvation for him to answer. When I looked down, his eyes were trained on me, watching my reaction as he worked. I couldn’t look away from our standoff. Between the ice, his mouth, and the piercing, I was held hostage.
I bit my lip to hold back a gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me. His hands steadied me, thumb stroking the sensitive skin just above my core, grounding me even as his tongue flicked and swirled expertly, tracing cold lines through my nerves. Every flick, every press of his lips, sent pulses of pleasure rippling deep.
The way he took me made me unravel.
I arched instinctively, pressing closer to him, needing more of him. He hummed softly, a sound vibrating against me that sent heat straight to my core. His hands slid further down, fingers slipping inside me slowly, perfectly timed with his tongue’s motion.
“Teddy,” I breathed, voice thick with need, “please… don’t stop.”
That made him deepen his attention, lips and tongue moving with urgency as he pushed the remaining ice around carefully.
I was his, completely, and the way he worshipped me through the piercing made me feel a way I never had before.
My body tensed, spiraling toward the edge, and making me grind against Theo’s mouth.
Then the flood hit. I clenched and shook against him, a wave of release that left me trembling and breathless in his arms. Theo didn’t falter; he held me through it, steady and sure, his fingers still curling inside me as his mouth traced soft kisses along my skin.
He smiled widely and leaned up to kiss me deeply. “I want you to come to work with me.”
I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. “Work?” I asked, still out of breath.
He nodded. “Yeah. I wanna show you something.”
I exhaled as the last of the orgasm escaped me. “Okay. I’ll come.”
He kissed me again, and I knew this was only the beginning.
He brushed my hair behind my ear.
“Can I eat you out again?” His voice dropped to a soft, almost pleading tone. “Please?”
Whatever You Want.
Day Four.
I was still sore.
Not a regretful sore.
More like awe-might’ve-gone-too-hard-but-I-loved-every-secondkind of sore. I shifted in the backseat of the car as it jerked to a stop at a red light, my thighs pressing together instinctively.
Yeah. Definitely sore.
