Page 109 of Thorns That Bloom
“Is that…”
“It’s been almost three months. It’s safe. My body’s ready.” I attempt to prod him into action by seizing his lips with mine. Theo kisses me only for a moment before pulling away again with a trembling breath.
“What about yourmind?Are you sure this isn’t too fast?”
My jaw tenses. Sometimes his care is too much. Lovely, but too much. I frown and grab his hand, leading it between my cheeks. “Feel how ready I am for you,” I whisper. The fire in Theo’s eyes grows. They go wide and full of sparks as his fingers slide in.
Theo pushes his face down and across my collarbone, a sexy, throaty groan escaping him. His fingers tentatively explore around my hole, teasing and pushing against the entrance. “Sam, you… Ah, you—” I hear him draw in my scent and pause, words seizing on his lips.
It takes me a moment to realize.
“It’s okay. You-you can say it.”
“But you toldme—”
I tighten my grip on his hair and pull his head down so it rests against my pounding heart. He really remembers everything. Every little detail, every stupid, throwaway comment I’ve made. It’s endearing and frustrating. “I know. I want you to… I want to take it back. I want to hear it and think of only you.”
Theo presses one finger inside me, making me moan.
“Okay… Because you do. You smell so fucking good it’s unreal, Sam. Ever since you had the baby, the sage tones of your pheromones have gotten stronger. Richer,” he says, the words overflowing with a desperate sense of craving. I hold my eyes closed, focusing on the sound of his voice. The way he says these things is nothing like the way they did.
No, this is different.This is Theo, and it is so much more.
“That delicious scent of your slick is like a drug to me,” he keeps talking, letting himself go, and I just melt into him, succumbing to the comfort and safety of it. “It makes me want to get on my hands and knees and worship you like a god. Oh, the way my cock gets hard and my balls draw tight the moment I smell it…”
I cry out his name, so lost in him the word is barely identifiable. “Then worship me,” I urge him, my voice shaky. His fingers aren’t enough. Our cocks grinding against each other over clothes isn’t enough. “I need you inside me.Please,fuck me.”
He lets out something that sounds almost like a growl, his muscles flexing.
“Sam…”
“I can do it. I want you and your cock more than anything, okay?”
Theo pulls away sharply and gets on his knees. I watch him loom over me in all his handsome glory, wide shoulders lifting with heavy breaths. He looks like he’s fighting with himself as he studies me, but then he finally pulls his boxers down.
His erection bounces out, slapping against his belly. It’s pink and perfect, slightly wider toward the head and glistening with precum.All for me.
I lick my lips and start taking off my sleeping t-shirt and loose shorts.
“Talk to me, okay?” Theo urges, adjusting himself between my legs before he spreads them wide. I nod roughly, helping him by lifting my hips.
His touch isgood. It’s good and electric, and I want so much more of it.
Slowly, he runs his hands from my knees to my inner thighs, kneading at them. “You’re so soft,” he mutters, sounding almost drunk. His hands follow his heavy-lidded eyes and move swiftly around my cock to reach my belly. Theo tickles down my happy trail before tracing the shape of the raised stretch marks on my skin.
“Theo. I’m going to lose my damn mind if you don’t fuck me,” I say desperately, tipping my head back.
I hear the low rumble of his laugh. When his cock brushes against mine, I curl my toes and dig them into the mattress. Theo doesn’t touch me with his hands down there—it’s a boundary we haven’t worked out yet—but he rubs our cocks together before sliding his head down, over my balls, and down to my taint.
I stop myself from crying out his name full volume at thelast moment, quickly smacking my hand over my mouth. The door to Melody’s room is open. I can’t just let it all out.
“You gotta to keep it down, lovely,” Theo cautions me, a mischievous grin on his face. He knows what he’s doing. He knows how fucking good it feels to have his cock pressing down on my perineum. I wriggle under him like a snake, my own hardness bobbing against my stomach. The scent of our pheromones hangs in the air, heavy and thick with need.
Finally, Theo teases my wet entrance with the tip of his cock.
I take a deep breath and look down. “That’s it.”
“You want this, hm?” he asks—teasing,testing. I nod. “I’m going to go slow. I’m going to fill you up with my cock and make love to you, alright?”
