Page 66 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
My pulse spikes, my body already answering him before my brain catches up. “Take what you need. Use me, baby.”
He kisses me, and it’s messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue.I fist his jersey, tugging him closer until there’s no space left. When his hand wraps around my throat, with just enough pressure to steal a fraction of my air, I gasp.
Not from fear, but from need.
“Like this?” he rasps, eyes dark, asking if it's okay.
I nod, my lips parting. “More.”
His grip tightens, his thumb pressing just under my jaw. I moan against his mouth, kicking off my shoes and shorts, just as needy for this as he is.
“Fuck me, Theo.”
He relaxes his hold before grabbing me by the hips and forcing me to turn towards the door. “Bend over, baby girl.”
I do as he says, turning my face so my cheek is against the cold metal door. My hands come up to support me, pressing flat between my chest and the door.
Theo doesn’t waste time. I hear his zipper slide down, and seconds later, he’s lining himself up. He pushes into me with a brutal thrust, both of us groaning at the feeling.
“This hot little cunt needs me, doesn’t it?” he asks.
My back arches, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts. “I do. I need you too, Theo.”
He isn’t the only one going crazy.
“You know I love you, right, Henley?”
My nod against the door is frantic. “I love you too.”
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you like you’re a whore, and before I do, I need you to know you’re my entire fucking world.” His words have me clenching around him. “God, Henley. You act like such a slut when I’m inside you. I’ve barely even started, and you’re panting and clenching around me like you’re too fucking desperate for my dick.”
We’ve been experimenting with sex since we started, and Theo’s mouth has become downright filthy. His words make me whimper.
His thumb traces my asshole, and I feel him spit onto it as he drives himself harder into me before pulling out and doing it again. Once he’s lathered his saliva all over my hole, his thumb pushes inside.
I detonate, my vision blacking out. Theo’s hand on my hip tightens enough that I know I'll have a bruise, one I’ll be tempted to have permanently etched into my skin.
“I can’t wait to fuck your ass, baby girl. I’ll fill all your slutty little holes until you’re covered in my cum and begging me to stop.”
That’s cute. “We both know I’d only beg for more.”
His thumb leaves my ass, and he uses that hand to spank one of my cheeks. “You’ll do what I fucking tell you to.”
I won’t. I’m too much of a brat, too happy to push any limit.
“Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to fill me up? I’d love to go to this party with your cum dripping out of me.”
It’s going to be really fucking uncomfortable with our mess sitting in my panties for hours, but I know Theo’s going to gowild thinking about me leaking his cum while we’re celebrating with his teammates.
He grunts at that. “Oh, fuck.”
He holds me to him, making sure he doesn’t miss filling me up completely. Once he pulls out, he turns me around, kissing me slowly. Then, he grabs my discarded shorts and panties, dressing me carefully before he slips both of my sneakers back on.
It’s only then I notice he didn’t even remove his pants. They’re barely hanging off his hips. I love that he needed me so much, he couldn’t even undress himself.
He tucks himself in and zips his pants back up. Then, he pulls me in, pressing his forehead to mine. Breathing hard, he says, “You have no idea what you do to me, Henley.”
I don’t argue, but he’s wrong.
