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But nudes don’t?
i’m not nude
Close enough.
i'm close enough
How close?
almost there
Get there for me, sweetheart.
Right now.
i miss you
I just missed you, too.
This doesn't count as sexting, right?
shut up
***
Theo takes me to a nice restaurant on Saturday, and I sit on the same side of the booth as him, pressing myself against him and flirting with him as I drink too much champagne and we eat oysters. He slips his fingers through mine and kisses me just under my jaw when no one is looking, and I’m giddy.
I love having a nice, normal date with my nice, normal boyfriend who doesn’t stalk me anymore.
When Theo drops me off at my apartment and kisses me good night, I grab his jaw and slip my tongue into his mouth, unable to stop myself from crawling into the driver’s seat and straddling him. He freezes, his body tense beneath me, his hands shaking against my waist.
“Alex, is this-” I cut him off with a long, deep kiss, grinding down into him.
“Theo,” I beg quietly against his lips, “please.” He lets out a low, aggressive sound and drags me against him, my every nerve lighting up at the feel of his fingers digging into me as he kisses me desperately. He’s entirely himself again, and it feels so good to touch him, to feel his hands grip my ass hard, to hear him moan when I reach my hand between us and rub my palm against his length. He starts pushing my dress up, his fingers grazing against me through my thin lace panties, and I gasp when he circles them against my clit. I reach for his belt, undoingit frantically as he slips one long finger inside of me, and I cry out in pleasure.
“Oh,fuck, I missed you,” he mutters as he slips a second finger inside of me, and I drop my forehead against his shoulder, panting hard as I undo his pants. He swears loudly when I take him in my hand and start to stroke his cock, and I start begging incoherently formoreas he fucks me with his fingers.
“More,” he agrees in a guttural whisper, pushing me back against the steering wheel and crooking his fingers hard inside me. I accidentally lean back into the horn, and the loud sound startles us enough to break the moment.
We both freeze, breathing hard and staring at each other, his fingers inside of me and my hand tight around him. Theo’s shaking underneath me, his fingers inside of me but unmoving, his pupils wide and his expression starving.
He’s holding himself back,barely, and I adore him for it.
Still, I have to get away from him immediately, or my restraint will completely break.
“I need to get out of the car,” I say, forcing the words out.
He shakes his head furiously. “Please don’t.”
“I’m going,” I choke out.
“You could come first,” he pleads.
“We’re not having sex.” Theo raises his eyebrows and glances down between us.
“Sweetie, what doyouthink we’re doing right now?” His voice is condescending and desperate, and I exhale a laugh that’s more of a groan than anything else.
“No, Theo.” He nods, his face pained as he slips his fingers out of me, and he makes a slight noise of protest when I release him. I barely stop myself from reaching back down and guiding him inside of me, grabbing my bag and opening the driver’s side door instead.
