by Natalie Rios
Maybe we really can pull this whole crazy thing off.
He watches me take a few more bites before I close the jar and store it in my purse. Linking my hand in his, he drags me out of my seat. “Come on. We have just enough time for a quick tour. You still want to be home by nine, right?”
I nod. “I want to get a head start on my pre-lab prep for Physical Chemistry.”
“You work too hard.”
I quirk a brow at him. “Same could be said for you, with your 5am workouts.”
“I have to, if I want to get drafted.”
"Yeah, well, I have to, too. I need a 3.6 to keep my scholarship."
“School and two jobs though?”
“I don’t mind. I grew up poor so I’ve always had to work hard. I worked hard to get a scholarship to prep school, then another to Carlton. And now I’m working hard to get into med school.”
"When does it end?"
"When I'm a doctor. When does it end for you? After the draft?"
He shrugs. "I don’t know. I would like to be a starter. Win a Super Bowl and be MVP. A part of me worries it will never be enough. I’ll live the rest of my life chasing after something.”
It’s my turn to shrug. “I don’t see a problem with that. To paraphrase the great Eleanor Roosevelt, success is not a goal. It’s a by-product of a life well-lived.”
He hums, a wide smile creeping across his face. “That’s why you’re my girl,” he murmurs, fingers skimming up my arm. A tingle rockets up my spine and I involuntarily shiver. “Ready for the grand tour?"
"There's only one room in this house I’m interested in seeing."
"I was afraid of that," he mutters. He presses his palm into the small of my back, he guides me upstairs. Standing in front of a door, he pauses with his hand on the doorknob. "Look, I haven't lived here since I was 14. I have no control over what's in there."
"Let me guess: there's a poster of a half-naked model dancing on the hood of a Ferrari."
"Jesus. No. Just - never mind." Looking more nervous than I've ever seen him, he pushes the door open and I follow him inside.
There isn't a single nudie poster in sight. Instead, the room’s dark blue walls are adorned with a Dark Side of the Moon poster and another from the first Ironman movie. There’s an entire bookcase dedicated to comic books and other super hero memorabilia. Next to the bookcase is a dark wooden desk and above that, there’s a corkboard covered in photographs and concert tickets.
The best part? The Spiderman sheets spread across his full size bed.
Too giddy to control myself, I hop on the bed and give it a good bounce. “Spiderman sheets, Montgomery? You really know how to seduce a woman.” He grabs the back of his neck, eyes darting to and away from the bed. He looks...pained? No, that's not right. Uneasy maybe? "What's wrong with you?"
“Nothing. Give me a break. I was in middle school when I decorated this room.”
“And you haven’t been back here since?” I keep bouncing, the room bringing out the little kid in me.
“We moved into the townhouse when I was 14. It’s a shorter commute to work for my dad.” His eyes are still dancing away from me and the bed.
“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”
"Nothing." But he not so discreetly adjusts the front of his pants.
Ah...Now the expression makes sense. Feeling wicked, I get on all fours, popping my ass in the air and giving it a little shake. Bending down low, I know he's getting an eyeful from the way the V-neck of my sweater dress is dropping in the front. Sure enough, when I look back up at him, his eyes are trained on my chest. Jaw hanging open, I swear there's a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. When his eyes meet mine again, there’s no unease.
No, his eyes are low-lidded and intense.
"Jesus, Perez," he groans, his voice sounding throatier than normal. "Have a care for my aching cock, will ya?"
Laughing, I sit back on my knees again. "So…ever bring a girl here?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
He hesitates before shaking his head. “You know why.”
“I don’t, actually.”
He looks down at the floor, shuffling his feet for moment before locking eyes with me. "I feel like no one knows the real me. People know a part of me, the part they want to see. Most girls, they want the football prodigy. Or worse, the trust fund baby. But no one wants me for me. No one likes me for...me. I'm not making any sense, am I?
"The point is," he continues before I can respond, "I want to be with someone who sees me, the real me. The guy who has a fluffy purse dog he loves to death because she kept him from feeling lonely as a kid. The guy who still reads comic books at the age of twenty-two because he admires the artwork and is a sucker for a good story. The guy who loves football, but doesn’t want it to define him.” He pauses and grimaces, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. “God, that shit sounded sappy, huh?”
“No.” Just one word. I don’t trust myself to say anything else, not with the way my throat’s tightening. And when I watch this confident man fidget as he makes himself vulnerable to me, my heart breaks for him.
All this time, I assumed he used those girls for sex, but it never once crossed my mind they used him too. They wanted something from him, be it a boost in popularity or to ride his coattails to the big time. Even my friend Lia, who is a good person, was only interested in hooking up with him because he is a “sex god”.
Very few, if any, of those girls cared about him as a person. I get it. I get him.
Theo doesn’t just want to have sex with me. The way he’s looking at me right now, it’s not just lust. It’s yearning. He’s looking for something – something strong. Something real.
I get him.
The question is, does he get me?
“How many more dates are we going to go on before we have sex?” I ask.
“Well, that’s up to you, I guess. No sex until I’ve earned it, right?”
“What if I said it was fifty more dates?”
His silver gaze lands on me, intense and determined. “I’m not going to lie, I hope it takes less than that. But if it does, so be it. We’ll go on fifty more dates. You’re worth the effort.”
Good answer, Theodore.
Heart hammering in my chest, I reach for the hem of my dress and yank it off.
“I – um – Allie?” It’s cute watching him stutter, his body completely frozen in place. “You’re giving me mixed signals here.”
“Really? I thought my message was pretty clear.” Kicking off my shoes, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra.
“Allie,” he groans. “I didn’t plan for this.”
“I know. Neither did I.” I wiggle out of my panties, now completely naked and bare in front of him. “Let’s embrace spontaneity.”
“No, I mean, I really didn’t plan for this.” His fists press against his thighs, clenching and unclenching as if he’s fighting for control. “I didn’t bring any condoms with me and I doubt there’s any in the house.”
“Oh.” I gnaw on my lip, internally debating. In for a penny…“I’m clean and I have an IUD.”
“Really?” He sounds shocked, yet his expression looks happy.
“You’re grinning,” I point out.
“Fuck yeah, I’m grinning. Let me tell you something, Perez, any time you give a man a chance to go bare he’ll take it. Unless he’s a fucking moron. Which I am most definitely not. And I’m clean too, minus the fake STD you gave me.”
My lips quirk. “Cool story, bro. Now are you going to fuck me or are you going to stand there and talk all night?”
“Are you sassing me right now?”
I shrug. “You said it turns you on. Just trying to get you in the mood, Montgomery.”
He takes a step forward and a small shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. Another two steps and he’s closed the gap between us. His hand reaches out, fingers trailing along the edge of my collarbone, sending goosebumps along
my skin.
Slipping his fingers into my hair, he lowers his mouth to my ear. “Let’s get one thing straight. I’ve been playing by your rules, but tonight you’re at my mercy. You’re giving me total control of your body. Your whimpers, moans, and orgasms…they all belong to me. Tell me you understand.”
Holy mother of God. He hasn’t even really touched me yet and I’m already wet.
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
Tugging off his tie, he tosses it on the bed next to me. “Lay back and link your arms above your head.” Doing as he says, I watch him unbutton his shirt. Remove his undershirt. Get a glimpse of those mouthwatering abs again.
Leaving his pants on but undone, he parts my legs and positions himself over me. Leaning down, he gently rubs his lips against my shoulder, then my neck. “You always smell so sweet,” he murmurs against my skin. “Like a dessert waiting to be devoured.” Grabbing the tie off the bed, he winds it over my crossed wrists, tying me to the headboard. “And tonight I feel like feasting.” My legs clench around him, eliciting a low chuckle from him. “You look a little nervous, Allie Cat.”
“I can’t say I expected light bondage to be on the menu tonight.”
“Do you trust me?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He bites a spot on my inner thigh, licking the sting a bit before sucking hard. “Being inside of you...it doesn't just feel good, it's fucking divine. I need you tied up, stretched underneath me, so I can worship your body properly. I’m going to shove my tongue inside your pussy and taste you.”
Oh God. Yes, please.
"Um, okay," I say instead. "Are you asking for my permission or something?” Without warning, his mouth is there, pressing the flat of his tongue against my clit and licking up real slow. My legs clamp around his neck like a vice grip and my eyes roll back into my head. “Holy shit!”
“Open your eyes, Allie Cat. Can’t have you robbing me of my moment.”
"What moment?" I ask, my breathing growing heavier by the second.
A wolfish grin spreads across his face. "The moment you come for me while I fuck you with my tongue." He gives me another long lick, from my center up to my clit. I squirm as he circles and thrusts his tongue around my entrance. The pleasure is almost unbearable, his tongue applying just the right amount of pressure to have me calling out his name.
He strokes me with his tongue, again and again. It's hard to keep my eyes open while I'm writhing against his mouth, but I try my best, watching him savor and taste like my pussy’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. There’s something so…I don’t know, intimate about the moment. Something about the way our eyes are fixed on each other as he works magic with his lips and tongue, making this feel personal.
His hot breath caresses my sensitive folds as he adds a finger to his efforts and oh, boy. Heat rolls over me in crashing waves and I don’t even know what the hell words are coming out my mouth right now. Begging, pleading, blasphemies…all of the above. He adds another finger and my toes curl, the pressure of his tongue increasing.
The build up is strong and overwhelming, my breathing growing increasingly erratic as his fingers keep time with the quick swipes of his tongue. “It’s too much,” I moan. “Theo, I can’t.”
“You will,” he growls, curling his fingers inside of me and sucking on my clit.
And the cocky bastard is right.
I shatter like glass against his mouth, the pleasure so intense my body actually quakes. My head slams into the pillow, my back arches off the bed. I can’t touch him, so I press against his face instead, riding out my orgasm against his tongue.
He places one final kiss on my clit before moving north, stopping when his mouth meets mine. It’s a surprisingly gentle kiss, all soft lips and slow sweeps of his tongue. “Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, running his nose against my cheek. Lifting off the mattress, he stands at the side of the bed and impatiently pulls off his pants and boxers. “Jamie Fraser would say I should give you time to recover, but I need to be inside of you right now.”
“A sweetheart on the streets, but a caveman in the sheets.”
A sexy grin turns up the corners of his mouth. “Alright then.” But instead of pouncing on me, he just stands there, eyeing my body as he casually tugs on his cock. His cocks seems to thicken – how is that even possible? – and I tilt my head back in silent question. “I’m about to have high quality sex with my girlfriend,” he explains. “This moment needs to be committed to memory.”
My body flushes with unexpected heat. How is it that he can be both cocky and sweet?
Finally, he moves, kneeling on the bed and hovering over me. He grips his cock, slowly rubbing the velvety tip against my wet folds. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmurs, continuing to tease us both by playing a rousing game of just the tip. “For so fucking long.”
“Oh, yes,” I moan, wiggling my hips in encouragement. “Right there.” But instead of thrusting inside, he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, sending a jolt of electric shock down to my nether regions. I’m bucking my pelvis now and I don’t know how he can stand it, the torture of sliding his rock hard cock along my slick folds. “Theo, please.”
He releases my nipple with a small pop. Pressing his forehead to mine, our eyes lock just as he enters me. And holy hell, does it feel good. So full, I feel so full, yet that doesn’t stop me from begging for more, encouraging him to push deeper until he’s fully inside of me.
Picking up my leg, he drapes it over his shoulder. “How’s this?” Theo asks. Before I can answer, he pulls out until it’s just the head still inside and then pushes back in, fast and deep. My eyes shoot wide open, his pounding relentless now. I’m gasping for air, the combination of the new angle plus the hard and intense rhythm pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
My head lolls back into the pillow and I explode, my nerve endings going off like grenades. I am dizzy and dazed, my entire body humming with awareness. A loud moan escapes my mouth and I might have felt embarrassed, but my brain can’t seem to register anything past this super intense orgasm.
Above me, Theo keeps going and going. Jaw tight, his breath washing over my face in hard pants. And I love the way he’s looking at me, with awe and wonder, like he still can’t believe this is happening. In this moment, I do feel different. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me…Like this moment is everything.
Like I’m everything.
His steady thrusts turn erratic, his eyes shuttering briefly as he lets out a strangled groan. His eyes open again, heavy and soaked with pleasure. When they spot me, he smiles and oh, God. Just that one smile has my insides turning all warm and squishy.
He’s so beautiful and he’s all mine.
Theo’s mouth crashes onto mine, tongue sweeping deep inside. We make out for several long minutes, with Theo still buried inside of me. Neither one of us seems to be in any kind of hurry to separate. Finally, he pulls back and smiles down at me. “Hi,” he says, voice warm like a blanket.
“Hi,” I breathe out.
“That was even better than the first time.”
“Hmm.” It practically comes out as a sigh. “Do you mind untying my wrists?”
“Oh! Sorry!” He immediately pulls out and I almost regret saying anything. “What are your thoughts on bondage now?” I don’t get to answer because his phone starts going off like crazy. Reaching for his pants on the floor, he shoots me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I have to check this. That’s the security system – fuck.”
That does not sound reassuring. “What is it? Did someone break in-”
“Theo!” A feminine voice calls out. Not mine.
Theo’s expression turns grim. “My parents are here.”
21
Theo
“WE CAN STILL SNEAK out the back,” Allie hisses. Fully-clothed, much to my chagrin. She got her sweater dress thing on real quick once she realized what was happening. “This house is so mass
ive, I’m sure they won’t notice. They probably don’t even know we’re here, right?”
I finish tucking my shirt into my pants and wrap Allie into a hug. I could stay right here, holding her like this, forever.
She was right about relationship sex. It’s so much better. Because it's not just sex. It isn’t just two bodies coming together for the sake of pleasure. There’s this connection, this sense of being inside her. It’s about experiencing her. Her every breath, her every tremble. I didn’t even care if I got off. Feeling her pleasure vibrating through me and knowing I did that…fuck, the feeling is indescribable.
I’m about to tell her this when my mom yells up the stairs again. “Your car’s still parked in the driveway so we know you’re here.”
“Fuck me,” Allie groans.
I can’t help it. “I already did, sweetheart. And you came. Twice.”
“Cocky bastard,” she snorts, pulling away from my side. “What are we going to do?”
“Go downstairs and say hi?” I suggest.
She slides a palm over the fabric of her dress. “I can’t meet the governor like this!”
“Why not? You look beautiful.” And she does. With the tops of her cheeks stained a bright pink, red swollen lips and long black hair flowing freely down her back, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I look like – like – ”
“Like you just defiled my Spiderman sheets?”
She glares at me. “This isn’t funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“I’m wearing a sweater dress!”
“I know,” I groan, nuzzling my face into the side of her neck. I run my hands along the curve of her ass and my cock twitches. “Don't remind me of that when we're so dangerously close to a bed or I will strip your hot little body of that clingy, sexy as fuck dress and do filthy, filthy things to you."
One brow arches. "Oooh, double filthy. Would that be like role playing? Is that the real reason you got us matching Harry Potter robes? Are you going to use your magic wand on me?”
This girl. Grinning, I press a kiss at her temple. "Would it be douchey for me to say I enjoy corrupting you?"