She reasoned that sex wasn’t the same as emotional closeness but then again… something told her Theo wasn’t one of those hit-and-run guys.
‘You should always be lit by the moonlight.’
She turned at the sound of his voice and grinned at him. He was leaning against the doorway, the way he had earlier, watching her. He smiled as she chuckled, and went to her. He slid his arms around as she smiled up at him.
‘That was so cheesy,’ she murmured and he laughed, kissing her. He pulled the shirt open to reveal her body and she watched him as he admired the full breasts, the slight outward curve of her belly. He touched his fingertips to her cheek and she leaned into his touch, her gaze locked with his. He bent his head and kissed her slowly, taking the glass from her hand, and pulling the shirt from her body. Lifting her up, he pressed her back against the cold glass and she gasped at the icy feel against her skin. She could feel his cock, so ram-rod hard as it nudged against her sex and she moaned with longing, the honey flowing from her to cover his shaft.
His expression was so fierce, so focused on her that she felt a thrill of adrenaline spike through her. No-one had looked at her like that before, as if he wanted to own her, worship her. She wrapped her legs around his back as he supported her with his big hands, pressing her hard into the glass as he thrust into her. His immense strength made her feel as if she would rip in two as he drove relentlessly into her, his mouth grinding down onto her lips hungrily. He was so strong that he could hold her up with one arm, the free hand tangling in her dark hair, bunching it in his fist, holding her head still.
‘Jessica…. say my name.’
She gasped it out, barely able to catch her breath. ‘Theo…’
‘Again.’
‘Theo…’
He rammed his cock so deep into her that she screamed his name out again and again. Bright lights exploded in her vision as she came but he was unrelenting and Jess felt as if she were going to pass out. By the time he lowered her, gasping for air, she felt as high as if she’d mainlined heroin. Theo stretched out beside her, head propped up on his elbow, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she caught her breath, his hand stroking lazily over her belly. Eventually, she grinned up at him and he bent his head to kiss her. She stroked the hard lines of his cheekbones. His eyes were soft and, looking into them, she felt as if she’d known him forever. He smiled, seeming to read her mind.
‘Jessica Wood,’ he spoke softly - she thrilled at the melodic low growl of his voice, ‘You are the best reason to stay awake all night long. I’d like to see you again… to show you more of my world, learn about yours’. He bent his lips to hers and then locked his gaze onto hers. ‘I want to teach you about a world of pleasure that you’ve never even dreamed of.’
Her breath caught in her throat and a thrill of fear and pleasure mingled in her senses. His eyes were dark, dangerous, the sharp angles of his face even more defined by the darkness and the moonlight. He kissed her throat, then took each nipple into his mouth in turn and teased them until they were so hard they throbbed with pain. He pressed his lips against her belly then looked up at her.
‘A preview. I promised you I was going to taste every inch of your skin. I‘m going to fuck you hard, Jessica Wood, so fucking hard. My tongue is going to go deep inside you, and you’re going to scream my name, and beg me to fuck you. Are you on birth control, Jessica?’
Breathless, she nodded. He smiled. ‘Good. Because I want to feel your sweet cunt on my cock, Jessie, flesh on flesh. I want to fill you with my cum.’
His words were making her so wet she could barely speak but she managed to gasp out ‘I want to suck you.’
Theo grinned and flipped her so she straddled him. She moved down his glorious body, kissing his hard chest, the rippling stomach, taking his cock, so rigid and huge in her small hand, gliding her lips over the wide crest of it, feeling his body tense as she began to draw on it, her tongue teasing the tip. She could taste the sweet, clean skin, the saltiness of his pre-cum. She felt him tangle his fingers in her hair, the pads of his thumbs massaging her scalp. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his hips, heard his sharp intake of breath, his low, triumphant ‘Yes!’. His hips began to shudder as he neared his peak, and Jess felt his cock grow harder and then pulse as he shot into her mouth over and over.
Just as quickly, he moved her onto her back and pushed her legs apart, his mouth hungrily clamping onto her sex, his tongue lashing around her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, the folds of her labia swelling and pulsing with arousal. She reached for his head but he grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. His tongue swept along her cleft and delved deeply into her and she nearly screamed at the feel of it. Her entire skin vibrated with ecstasy, almost unbearable pleasure and when she came, she let herself go, forgot everything else but his touch, his mouth on her. She had no time to recover before he plunged his cock into her again, roughly pressing her legs further apart, making her hips ache. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting to let go, never ever ever…
The sun was streaming through the bedroom windows when she opened her eyes. She glanced over to the clock on the nightstand. Eleven-thirty. Shit. She bolted upright then remembered – it was Saturday. She heard a commotion from the kitchen and got up, snagging Theo’s shirt again. She padded through the apartment, following the scent of food.
Bare-chested and wearing some grey jogging pants, Theo had his back turned to her as he flipped pancakes onto a plate and she slid her arms around his back. He started a little, then pushed the frying pan to the back of the stove and turned the gas off.
‘Hey! You’re up.’ He turned in her arms and kissed her, obviously delighted at seeing her. ‘I missed you. How did you sleep?’
She pressed her mouth against his. ‘Wonderfully, thank you.’
It was true: the first time in months, maybe even a couple of years that she had actually slept right through. Usually, she woke every half-hour or so, listening for any noises, any intruder. Jules was to thank for that: the night he’d broken into her apartment and beaten her badly, and had broken her ribs.
But last night, wrapped in Theo’s big arms, she had felt safe. She knew it was ridiculous but she felt she had known him forever, not just the few hours she had. She smiled up at him now and he smoothed the hair away from her face.
‘Good.’ He bent his head to kiss her slowly, deeply and she sighed, her body relaxing into his. ‘Mmmm. I made you breakfast, but now I’m thinking I should maybe help you work up an appetite.’
Her smile widened, and she arched an eyebrow at him. ‘And how will you do that, sir?’
He laughed, cocking his eyebrow up. ‘I can tell you but I’d rather just show you.’
She kissed him. ‘What did you mean last night…. a new world of pleasure?’
He smiled. ‘Forgive my assumption but something tells me you’ve never been made love to the way a beautiful, exciting woman like you should be. Am I wrong?’
She smiled slightly. ‘Until last night.’
He chuckled, kissing her to thank her for the compliment. His lips moved to her ear. ‘That was nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you, my beautiful Jess.’
Sharp spikes of pleasure jagged through her at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed up at him, into those gorgeous green eyes. She touched his face gently, noticing the strong jaw, the aquiline nose, the dark, thick eyelashes. His expression, she realised, could look so hard, almost dangerous but when he looked at her…
Theo slid his arms under her and lifted her onto the counter, his lips seeking hers. Jess wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid the shirt from her shoulders. Reaching down, she cupped the hard length of his cock through the jogging pants – Christ, he was so big, and under her touch, he growing bigger and harder every moment. He grinned at her, a lazy, love-drunk look in his eyes as she slipped her hands inside his pants and freed his cock, her hands working up and dow
n it. Theo nipped her earlobe with his teeth.
‘Lay back for me, beautiful…’
She did as he asked and felt him push her legs apart, his big fingers spread the lips of her sex, tease her with the tip of his cock. Theo pressed his lips against her belly, his tongue tracing circles around her navel, making her moan with pleasure. She heard his low chuckle.
‘Sensitive belly, huh?’
She nodded, too lost in desire to speak. Theo buried his face in her belly again, just briefly, before pushing her legs open as wide they would go. He slid his cock into her slowly – too slowly – grinning as she gasped with anticipation. He pushed himself into her until their hips ground together and as he began to thrust, he kissed her.
‘I love your belly,’ he told her, ‘it’s the softest, most sensual, most fuckable belly in the world.’
His thumb stroked her belly then dipped into the hollow of her navel and began to mimic the thrust of his cock, finger-fucking her belly-button. Jess groaned at the sweet pain of his thumb pressing into her flesh and Theo smiled triumphant.
‘That’s it, Jessie, let go now… let yourself go.’
He was fucking her so hard that it shook a glass from the counter but neither of them paid any heed to the glass shattering on the floor. Theo groaned as he neared his peak, burying his face in her neck.
‘I’m going to come on that beautiful belly of yours,’ he whispered and she moaned so beautifully that he laughed aloud. ‘You like that, don’t you?’
She nodded and then her body tensed and jerked with her orgasm. Theo pulled out and came, shooting thick streams of cum onto her belly, groaning with his own climax. Not letting her catch her breath – he was getting good at that – he swept her from the counter and carried her back into the bedroom. He lay her on her stomach and covered her body with his. He took her buttocks in his hands, parting them gently. Jess was gasping, shaking, still trying to catch her breath when he whispered in her ear, his voice a sensual purr.
‘May I?’
Breathless, she nodded then moaned as he slowly pushed into her ass. Pain shot through her but unexpected pleasure, a new kind of thrill. Theo moved, slowly, expertly as yet another orgasm shivered through her body and finally he came too, collapsing down on top of her, panting, his body weight heavy on her.
‘God, I could fuck you forever, Jessie,’ he murmured into her ear and deftly flipped her onto her back so he could look at her. Her skin was flushed pink, her dark hair matted to her skin with sweat. Theo looked down at her. ‘Are you in this with me, Jessie?’
Staring up into his eyes, Jessica Wood could do nothing but nod. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Much later, famished, they ate the cold pancakes and took a long, hot shower together. Jess bunched up her underwear and stuffed it in her bag, slipping her dress back on. Theo, dressing, watched her amused. ‘So I’m supposed to think about anything else but the fact you’re naked under there?’
She grinned and flashed him, making him laugh and reach for her. She skipped out of his way and darted into the living room, giggling. Theo, with his pants halfway up his legs stumbled after her, arms outstretched, moaning like a zombie. He caught her and tumbled with her onto the sofa. Jess was laughing uncontrollably, the tears pouring down her face, and he kissed them away.
Jess caught her breath. ‘You are a CEO, Mr Storm, such behaviour is frowned upon.’ Theo grinned, his hands sliding under her dress and she smacked them away playfully. ‘And you are insatiable.’
A cell-phone started squawking from the bedroom, and reluctantly, they both got up to check.
‘Mine,’ said Jess and Theo watched as her lovely face clouded as she noted who was calling. She glanced at him apologetically. ‘I have to take this, it is family.’
Theo nodded. ‘Of course.’ He left the bedroom to her to give her privacy. Whoever it was on the phone – she didn’t really want to talk to them, he guessed. The stricken look on her face when she’d registered who was calling… hell, if anyone dared upset his girl…
Wow. His girl. Theo went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. Really, man, your girl? This fast? Theo clenched his jaw, trying to think straight. She had completely enraptured him; all of his focus in the last – he checked his watch – eighteen hours had been on her and now, yeah, he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
And yet, he knew next to nothing about her except she worked or studied at the college and that she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman that he’d ever laid his eyes on. That soft honey-colored skin, those deep, deep brown eyes, that full, blush-pink mouth, her low throaty voice…damn.
He heard her talking now, her voice raised and he edge closer to the door, unable to stop himself snooping.
‘No, no, fuck you. You don’t get to run my life, Jules. No…’ She sounded upset now, her voice breaking a little. Theo went to the door of the bedroom. She was turned away from him and he could see her shoulders shaking, her head bent low.
‘It’s none of your business where I am. How the hell did you even know I wasn’t at home? Jesus, why can’t you leave me alone?’
A sob now and her entire body slumped. Theo marched into the room and with one arm, swept her into a hug and with his free hand, took the phone from her.
‘Call her again and I’ll end you, motherfucker.’ Theo shut off the phone and held the trembling Jess in his arms. He heard her sob twice then stop, taking in deep breaths. She pulled away, turning to wipe her face with her hands.
‘I’m so sorry about that,’ she said, her voice trembling.
‘Who was that?’
She tried to smile. ‘My step-brother. He’s… a little bit of a control freak.’
Theo had the feeling that she wasn’t telling him the whole story but studying her, he knew if he pressed her at this moment, she would clam up. There was plenty of time, he decided. She would tell him what she needed to when she needed to and when she did, he would do everything in his powerful to make things right for her.
It was then Theo Storm realised that he’d fallen for this tiny, beautiful mystery of a woman. It took his breath away. She took his breath away.
He stroked the back of his hand down her face. ‘Jessie…would you spend the day with me?’
She hesitated, gazing up at him, the looked away. ‘I would honestly love to but I have to get back to my apartment.’
Theo swallowed his disappointment. ‘Your step-brother?’
She made a disgusted noise. ‘Regardless of what Jules thinks, I’m not at his beck and call. No, I have someone at home I have to care for.’
‘Kid?’
She smiled, shaking her head, amused at the worried look on his face. ‘Dog.’
His expression cleared and he smiled. ‘Please don’t judge me for that. But hey, look, I’ll drive you home. We can still hang out, right?’
Jess smiled but glanced around her surroundings. Her tiny studio was a world away from this place. Theo saw her expression and took her in his arms.
‘Whatever it is that concerns you, please don’t give it another thought. All this is just window dressing. Really, it’s the company’s apartment really. I just use it when I stay in the city. I have a much, much smaller home out on Bainbridge Island.’
Jess nodded. That explained the lack of home comforts, she thought, but still… her place was clean, tidy and as comfortable as she could afford to make it but…
Theo kissed her forehead. ‘Jessie, you could live in a cardboard box with a tin can for a shower and I’d still want to hang out with you.’
She kept her expression blank and said in a monotone. ‘I actually live under a bridge.’
Theo pretended to consider then held out his hand. ‘Well, it’s been good to meet you but this is goodbye.’ He smiled before he reached the end of the sentence and Jess giggled, punching his arm. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her until her head swam. Theo gave a deep sigh and rested his head on the top of hers. ‘Could your dog wait a half hour?’
She giggled and extracted herself, tugging him to his feet. ‘Come on, Casanova, take me home.’
Back in her apartment, Theo had greeted her German Shepard, Stan, like an old friend and was, even now, play-wrestling with the dog on the floor of her tiny studio. She watched them both, grinning widely as they played like puppies. An overexcited Stan backed into the small table holding her some of her books and knocked them over. Theo stopped and both he and the dog looked so guilty that she burst out laughing.
She tugged Theo to his feet and moved to pick her books up. He helped her, reading through the titles as he did, commenting. ‘Loved this. And this. Couldn’t get to grips with this, though,’ he said, holding up a book by the latest literary phenomenon, ‘How about you?’
She shook her head. ‘Turgid. I’ve tried twice now and just…nope.’
Theo smiled and sat down on the sofa bed that took up a great deal of the room. He looked around the small living area, dominated by books and art prints, paper, soft pastels and watercolors in small tubes spread across the table, pencil sketches Jess had been toying around with. He picked up a couple and studied them. Jess watched him nervously. He smiled at her.
‘These are incredibly good. Do you sell your art?’
She shook her head. ‘I just play around, really. My work is mostly in art restoration; not that I’ve been working on anything big, just a few minor pieces at the university. But no, to answer your question, I’m not nearly good enough to sell.’ She patted Stan as she spoke, suddenly shy.
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