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Hearing this seems to calm Theo down further, and he seems less worked up than a minute ago, but he’s still tense and quiet, watching me intently as I turn around to kick off my shoes and set down my bag.
“Honestly, Theo, you’re bei-” I scream in surprise as he grips me around the waist and picks me up, quickly heading up the stairs. “Put me down, you fucking lunatic!”
He barks out a humorless laugh but puts me down on the second-floor landing, shoving me back up against the wall, kissing me furiously. I gasp and his tongue sweeps into my mouth as he bends down, his hands gripping my ass hard enough to bruise as he picks me up, shoving his hips in between my legs. His teeth are sharp against my bottom lip and my jaw and my neck as he bites his way down, slamming me back into the wall with his hips, the friction of his jeans against my thin underwear making me writhe.
He carries me back towards his bedroom and throws me down on the bed, pulling my clothes off so aggressively something rips. Theo’s got all of my clothes off within moments and he seems nearly feral, grabbing me roughly and making low, angry sounds as he kisses me brutally, his hands roaming my body, his fingers digging into my waist and thighs and ass.
He’s intense in a way I’m unfamiliar with, and it’s genuinely scary, but heat pools between my legs all the same. I grab onto his shirt and pull him closer, but he pulls away and starts undressing quickly.
“If youactuallythink, for onefuckingsecond,” he says, ripping off his shoes and socks and throwing them across the room.
“That fuckingassholeis yourfriend,” he snarls as he reaches behind his head and yanks his sweater and t-shirt off in one movement.
“You’re the one who’s a fuckinglunatic.” He rips his belt out of his pants with one hand, and I flinch hard, but he’s looking down and doesn’t notice my reaction. I relax when he throws the belt to the ground without a second thought before he shoves his pants off and stands in between my spread legs. He grabs my throat and shoves me flat on my back, his grip firm but not painful, and leans down over me, his pupils blown wide as he stares at me.
“You’remine, Alexandria,” he snarls, and I stare at him, speechless. It’s not surprising he feels that way, but I’m still shocked at the hard, possessive edge to his voice.
What’s more shocking is how my body reacts to his words.
He tightens the hand around my throat as he grabs my jaw with his other hand, hooking two fingers against my bottom teeth to hold my mouth open. I make a shocked noise when he spits into my mouth and pushes his spit down my tongue with two rough fingers, finally breaking eye contact to watch his fingers slide deeper into my mouth. He makes a low, satisfied sound when I gag on his fingers.
Suddenly, it feels like a part of my brain shuts off, and I’m beyond thinking, beyond feeling anything other than what’s happening in my body. He keeps his eyes on my lips, his face focused and intense as he raises his eyebrows expectantly. I suck on his fingers, and he nods in silent approval before he pulls them out of my mouth and slips them between my legs.
“This,” he says, pressing his fingers against the slick entrance of my cunt, “ismine.” He punctuates the word by shoving hisfingers inside me, making me whimper. Uncomfortable heat courses through me as he starts to fuck me with his fingers rougher than I usually like, but something about it feels so good that I react instantly, writhing underneath him and panting softly, his hand around my throat keeping me in place.
He watches me, his eyes intense and serious as he squeezes the sides of my throat, cutting off enough air that my head starts to swim. His expression is pure hunger, and I can’t look away from him, even when he crooks his fingers and pulses hard against my g-spot, his thumb circling against my clit a moment later. My leg starts twitching as more scorching heat pools in my spine, and I start clawing at the hand around my throat, at his arm, at his chest, nodding and moaning and trying to force out the wordplease.
He watches me closely as he brings me to the edge.
“Come.” His voice is rough and commanding in a way that causes the tension inside me to snap and my nerves to catch fire. He releases my throat, and my head feels light as I suck in air, making everything so much more intense. I reach for him desperately as my back bows and my hips start shaking, and I hold onto him for dear life as the orgasm rips through me. I collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily as I open my eyes to see him looking down at me, his jaw clenched.
“That’smine. Youonlycome for me, do you fucking understand?” I nod absently, running my hands up his chest and across his shoulders, dragging my nails down his arms as all thoughts slip out of my grasp. I’m used to how Theo can be during sex, but this is new.
I don’t know what about this is different, but how overwhelming he is right now feels so good.
That’s probably bad.
He straightens, pulling me up to sit on the edge of the bed and standing in front of me, his cock flushed and angry anddripping precum. He looks down at me, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip.
“This is mine, too,” he says as he slips his thumb into my mouth, and I freeze as I feel his other hand fist tightly in my hair. Anxiety cuts through the haze of pleasure, and I slam my eyes shut as I start to panic. He releases my hair a moment before his thumb drags out of my mouth, and both of his hands come to cup my face forcefully.
“Look at me,” he orders in a harsh voice, but when I look up at him, he doesn’t look angry at all. His gaze is intense and almost concerned as he looks down at me, and he shakes his head faintly, his eyes locked on mine. “Just fuckingtrust me, Alex.” He still sounds angry, but it’s not a question and I don’t know what else to do, so I swallow hard and nod faintly. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
“Open for me,” he demands quietly, his voice sending a thrill down my spine and making my cunt clench with need as I slowly open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He grips my face tighter and pushes his thick cock into my mouth slowly, watching me carefully.
“Therewe go, that’s it," he says as I wrap my lips around him and suck gently, letting my eyes drift closed. “You need to look at me, sweetheart.” I open my eyes and look up at him, feeling extremely vulnerable and trying to get my breathing under control as he starts to slowly, shallowly fuck my mouth.
“You’re doingsucha good job, Alex,” he says, steadily thrusting deeper, but keeping his pace unhurried. My fear and hesitation start to dissipate, and I’m able to calm down enough to focus on my breathing.
I hate this, I havealwayshated this, but I don’t hate it right now. Theo’s not making me apologize for anything, he’s not berating me, and he’s not trying to hurt me, which means this isn’t a punishment.
This is somethingdifferent, but I don’t know what.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” My eyes widen and my cheeks heat, and my head starts to empty from how much I like hearing that. I stare up at him and focus on the way he’s fucking my mouth, starting to enjoy what he’s doing. I like the feel of him in my mouth, the taste of his skin as his cock slides against my tongue, and the gentle way he strokes my cheeks as he starts thrusting deeper.
Theo keeps his eyes on mine, watching me carefully, gripping my head firmly but not painfully, his face approving and pleased as I start matching his movements in a way that makes him swear loudly. I whimper and try to relax as he pushes his cock down my throat slowly, choking on him before he pulls back to let me breathe.
“You’re taking it so well for me,” he moans as he grazes his thumbs across my cheeks again. He stares down at me possessively as he thrusts deeper, picking up his rhythm and making harsh, low sounds every time he hits the back of my throat. I love the way he sounds, and I’m starting to relax enough to enjoy the way his cock feels when it pushes against the back of my throat.
