Page 45 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
His threat only fuels me, my stomach fluttering at the words as I grind against him harder. “Promises, promises. Maybe we should save that for another day,” I tell him with a wink as I slide down his thighs.
His hands twitch against the pillow, and for a moment, I think he might snap. But he doesn’t. He stays right where I put him, listening to my earlier demand and letting me take what I want.
Gripping the waistband of his boxers, I raise a brow in question. When he gives me a nod, I remove them and toss them to the floor.
“Now, can you be a good boy while I suck your cock?” I say with the most innocent expression I can muster while sliding my hand down his length.
Theo lets out a groan as he throws his head back, and I swear, I see his cock jump as if it’s recognizing it’s being spoken to. “Whatever you want, Henley. I’m yours.”
A thrill runs through me, the idea of him being all mine giving me butterflies.
“Good,” I say before lowering my mouth as far as I can before hitting my gag reflex.
“Oh, hell.” His voice is raspy, like the sound’s been dragged right out of his chest.
Hollowing my cheeks, I slide back up, dragging my tongue along the underside of him before I take him deep again. His hands twitch above his head, fighting against the command I gave him, and the sight makes me grin around him.
“Hands stay put, remember?” I murmur when I release him, pumping my fist once before licking across the swollen head.
“Henley—” His voice cracks on my name, almost pleading.
Having him at my mercy makes me ache in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
Taking him in my mouth again, slower this time, I savor the weight of him on my tongue. When I glance up through my lashes, his eyes are locked on me, burning hot, his jaw tight as he mutters curses under his breath.
I’ve done this before, sometimes with guys who want to push my head down with too much pressure or who want to act like they’ve earned it for one reason or another. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed it like this, though. Knowing how muchit’s affecting Theo…I like it so much, I can feel how sticky the bottoms I borrowed last night are from how wet I’m getting.
Adjusting my body, I settle my core over one of his legs until I can use it for the friction I so desperately crave.
“You want to grind that pussy on me, baby? Need to use me to get off while you drive me crazy with your hot little mouth?”
Fuck, his words just turn me on more, something he must notice, because he continues.
“That’s right, Henley. Come all over my leg while your lips are wrapped around me. Show me how much this turns you on, because I’m barely holding myself together right now.”
I can feel the way he’s clenching, trying to hold on longer, but I don’t want him to. Pulling away, I look up to see him watching me intensely. “You can touch me now. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to pull my hair a little.”
His eyes roll back with a groan. “Fuck yeah.”
Before I can continue driving him crazy, he touches my cheek gently. Silently, we have a moment of connection I’ve never experienced with anyone else, saying everything without any words at all.
Then, his hand wraps in my hair until there’s a slight sting on my scalp. I take him back into my mouth as I continue to use his knee as a pressure point, riding it until I’m moaning around his length. One hand works with my mouth to bring Theo to the brink, the other on his hard abdomen, clawing at it with pleasure.
“I’m going to come. If you don’t want it, you need to back off now,” he warns.
But I don’t care.
I relax my throat as much as I can until my nose is touching his skin, and he comes, filling my mouth with his release.
“Damn it. You’re fucking perfect, Henley.” His praise has me smiling as I lift off him.
Looking him right in the eye, I swallow and watch as his throat constricts at the sight. Then, I wipe the corners of my mouth clean with a finger, making sure I’ve taken every last drop.
“Fuck.” The word comes out exaggerated and rough.
I smile at him as he lifts to kiss me, shoving his tongue inside to taste himself. One of his hands is on the back of my neck while the other keeps a firm grip on one of my ass cheeks.
“Say it,” he whispers when he pulls away. “Tell me you’re mine, Henley. Because I don’t want anyone else. Just you and me, for real.”
