Page 157 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

With a gasp, her thigh clenches against my ear, and she arches her back, her knuckles white around the metal shelf.

“Fuck, Theo. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I laugh and squeeze her leg to keep from suffocating as I glance up at her. But she isn’t looking at me. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are parted as the curses flow out of her like a geyser. My teeth graze against her clit in the softest of nibbles. Her jaw drops even further, and she looks down at me, her legs trembling.

“So help me, Teddy––”

Her words end in a jumble of more expletives as I bite a little harder and thrust two fingers inside of her.

Three pumps later, she comes, her knees going weak, and her hands slipping from the shelf above her. She weaves them into my hair and pulls me closer. I can’t breathe. Not that I want to. No. This is a much better way to go than the suffering I’d been dealing with since I lost her the first time.

Or the second.

But air? I guess it might be nice in the next thirty seconds or so. I continue licking, biting, and sucking until the muscles in her thighs turn to mush around my neck, and she comes back down to earth. Her chest heaves from exertion as she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, a dazed smile on her lips. I unhook her leg from my shoulder, making sure she can stand on her own. I get to my feet and slide my hand to her throat, squeezing softly as I lean in for a kiss.

Her eyes are still glazed from her orgasm, but she smiles a little wider and bites my bottom lip. My dick jumps in my pants, practically weeping for attention as her hand trails down my chest.

“Blake,” I murmur.

Just like before, she squeezes me through my slacks, and I jerk in her grasp. The friction––no matter how little––is too good. Too promising. Too consuming.

I squeeze her throat again in warning, and her smile widens as she holds my gaze hostage.

“I believe you’ve earned my mouth, Teddy. The question is…what are you going to do with it?”

Fuuuuck.

52

BLAKELY

“On your knees, Blake,” Theo orders, his tone laced with a sexy raspiness that shoots straight to my core, despite my recent orgasm.

I lick my lips and slide to my knees, peeking up at him through my lashes.

He likes this. The control. It isn’t something I would usually hand over. But for Theo? I can’t help but make an exception.

“Unzip my pants,” he demands. His eyes are hot with lust.

The metallic zip from the zipper echoes throughout the otherwise silent closet, and I wait for his next order.

“Take it out.”

With a coy smile, I slip my hand into his dark boxers and slide my thumb against the head of his erection as I pull it free. The guy’s big. And freaking dripping.

I look up at him and wait for his next command, his hard shaft barely an inch from my lips as I continue rubbing it softly with my palm. Up and down. Back and forth. Oh, how I want to tease him. To push him over the edge the same way he pushed me.

His jaw tightens as he watches me. He drags his hand against my cheek, pushing my hair away and gripping the side of my face. Then, he pulls me closer to him. It isn’t painful, but there’s a force behind it. A desire. It makes my mouth water and my insides clench with anticipation as I take him into my mouth.

His dick is hot against my tongue, the saltiness from his precum dripping onto my tastebuds. I take him deeper, savoring his little groans of pleasure and the way his hips thrust forward as if he can’t help himself. He flexes his fingers against my scalp and drags me closer, his dick hitting the back of my throat.

I gag slightly, and he pulls back, dropping his hand from my head.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, baby––”

Wrapping my hands around the base of his cock, I dive in again, massaging the underside of his head with my tongue as I pump around him faster.

He groans again and gives in, pumping into me over and over again in tiny thrusts. The familiar spurt of cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it down, gulp after gulp, as he throws his head back and curses under his breath, his hand cupping the back of my scalp like he can’t help himself.

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