by Lillie Jayne
When did my voice become so husky and wanton?
“I know you’ve been letting me take the lead, and I needed that, but this is you. The only person I trust with my body, and I need to feel you touch me, Doc.”
“We seriously can’t rush this, baby. It means too much to me. You mean too much to me,” he rasps, adjusting himself in his boxers.
Warmth floods my soul and emotion cuts off my breath. This man is my entire universe. There’s no way of distancing myself now. Nor do I want that. Enveloped in Theo’s arms, being held by him, is incomparable to anything else I’ve ever experienced.
“You mean everything to me, Theo, you always have, but now it’s so much more. I want to bury myself in you. Surround myself in everything that is you,” I murmur as I wrap my hand in his mane and haul him to my mouth. “Will you at least kiss me?”
Without speaking, he palms my neck and places a soft kiss on my mouth. After he does it a second time, my greedy lips chase his, and my tongue pushes inside. We both groan as I throw my leg over his hip and press my groin against him.
Theo’s hand grips my arse as he breaks away and peppers kisses along my jaw, nipping at my earlobe before continuing his sensual path down the front of my neck, while I wind my fingers in his soft waves. His stubble burnishes my skin and ignites a fire in my belly, as he brushes my nipple with his thumb.
I grunt aloud in the silent darkness, but I don’t give a shit as I rub my crotch against his, using the friction of our underwear against our hard dicks to bring some relief. Theo rubs back in time with my hips, and the pace of his breathing elevates.
I manoeuvre Theo on top of me, while he carries on teasing my nipples with his warm, wet tongue. Then he sucks on one…hard.
“Shit, Theo,” I gasp, arching my back at the pain and pleasure he’s inflicting on such a sensitive part of my anatomy.
“Too much?”
“Hell, no. Don’t stop,” I plead, as I urge him back to my chest. He snickers, continuing his ministrations. I slide my palms over the ridges of his back and down to his gorgeous firm behind, slipping my fingers under the band of his boxers to feel his smooth skin.
His hands roam all over my hypersensitive flesh, skimming my abdomen to my hips and down my thighs. I’m panting like a dog and desperate to feel his skin on mine. I want his touch. Only his.
“Touch me, Theo. I need your hand on me…if you want to that is?” I hesitate in case he isn’t ready.
His beautiful blues meet my hungry gaze where he can see the truth reflected at him. He removes my boxers slowly but leaves his on, which comforts me somewhat. He slides his hands down the V-shaped muscles leading to my groin and grasps my hard length, firmly, with his right hand.
My eyes widen at the shock of him touching me and I arch my neck, pushing my head back onto the pillow, lost in bliss.
“Finn, look at me. I need you to watch to know it’s me.”
I pull my head back down to look into his eyes, where I see determination, lust, and love, all encompassed in his inspection of my face. My mouth falls open on a gasp as he grips tighter and moves his fist, while leaning over and kissing me hard. He never takes his eyes from mine.
“God, Finn, you are so sexy. Do you know how much I want you? All the fucking time. I have a perpetual hard-on around you,” he whispers over my lips as his hand movements increase, catching me off guard.
I groan with abandon when he gathers a drop of clear fluid from the end of my cock and smears it around the head using his thumb. I almost come on the spot when he sticks that thumb in his mouth and tastes it.
Motherfucking hellfire!
“Mmm, I wondered how your pre-come would taste. A little salty, but I’ll get used to it. It’s yours, after all.”
Jesus, I’m squirming underneath him, wanting his hand back on me, and when he obliges, I moan in relief. His hand is like a vice around my shaft, and he increases his pace like a man on a mission; a mission to make me come as quick as possible if he keeps that up.
Propped on his elbows over me, he whispers in my ear, “I need to sample more of you, Finn. What should I try next?”
Without warning, my balls draw up and I explode in his hand, shooting my fluids all over the both of us. I even hit my chin.
“Fuuuck!” I curse, riding the aftershocks as he continues to milk me slowly until I’m too sensitive to go any further.
Then Theo does something so unexpected I lose my breath for a fleeting moment.
He dips his finger in the sticky mess on my stomach and puts it in his mouth, tasting the fruits of his labour.
“Mmm. Essence of Sunshine. My new favourite flavour.”
Then he’s kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth for me to taste myself. I kiss him back in absolute reverence.
He’s perfect. So perfect.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks me when we break the kiss.
“Yeah, I’m great,” I reply, breathless. “I didn’t see or think of that bastard at all, nor did I feel panicky or overwhelmed. It was perfect, Theo.”
He smiles that golden jackpot smile, and I melt into a puddle of goo, along with the goo I’m already covered in.
“Let me take care of you now,” I say, reaching for his boxers that are hiding his solid erection.
He nudges my hand aside gently and shakes his head. “This wasn’t about me. This was about you. I wanted to make you feel better. Don’t doubt that I want you because I do, but you need more sleep. Let me clean you up first, though.”
After washing me with a washcloth, we fall into each other’s arms again, where I lie on Theo’s chest, my knee between his thighs.
“I can’t believe you tasted my come,” I chuckle in the quiet. Theo chuckles too at my musings.
“Well, if we’re going all in with this, I want to be able to blow you, baby, and swallow my reward afterward.”
“Bloody hell, don’t get me worked up again. I’ll never sleep,” I mutter, drowsiness washing over me.
“Next time, don’t worry. Just sleep now and remember that it’s me here with you, always. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I mumble, and kiss him on his soft, full lips, before I devour him all over again.
I settle back into his embrace and close my eyes once more, hoping for a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 27
THEO
Soft, warm lips press against mine as I stir from sleep.
Boyfriend.
My arms slide around Finn’s neck as I pull him over me and continue kissing the shit out of him.
“Mmm, morning handsome,” Finn rasps, his morning gravelly tone doing all sorts of deviant things to my loins. I can’t think of a better way to wake up.
“Morning, baby. What time is it?” I ask, nipping at his neck over the hickey I left yesterday.
“Just gone eight. I’m running you a bath. I figured you might be sore after last night. A soak will do you good.”
“Hmm, it’s not too bad, actually. Though a bath sounds amazing, as long as you’re in it with me.”
I grab his face and pull him back in for another all-consuming kiss. Finn obliges by kissing me back even harder.
Coming up for air, sooner than we both would have liked, he pants, “That’s a deal I can’t refuse. Okay, lemme up, and I’ll go stop the water.”
Not wanting to let go yet, I burrow into his neck, tickling him with my stubble. Finn squirms and roars with laughter, struggling to get away from my tight hold.
“Theo, you bell end. The bath will overflow. Let go of me,” he chuckles as I release him, reluctant to be apart for a second.
After he hops off me and races to the bathroom, I stretch and relish the delicious ache in my muscles from last night’s endeavours. Exquisite memories of Finn’s warm, naked skin pressed against mine come flooding back, doing nothing to deflate my morning wood.
Last night was the best night of my entire life. I never want to leave this bed as long as Finn is in it with me. This cons
tant need to be touching him is all I can think about. He’s my addiction, he always has been.
When I realise Finn’s gone quiet, I get up to investigate. I can’t hear the water running anymore, but the bathroom door is ajar.
I walk into the bathroom to find Finn standing at the sink, hands gripping the side, head bent low. Love-struck by Cupid’s arrow once more, I drift forward, slipping my arms around him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, he freaks out, struggling against me, yelling no over and over. Now aware he’s having a flashback, I try to get him to realise it’s only me. His fists are flying, missing my face by a fraction each time he swings. If I didn’t have good reflexes, I would be on the floor.
“Look in the mirror, Sunshine,” I tell him, while trying to stop him from knocking me out.
“Finn, look in the mirror,” I try again, firmer this time. “See who it is behind you, baby. It’s me, Theo.”
I’ve restrained his arms to prevent him from hurting either of us, but he’s still dazed and struggling against my hold.
“Look, Finn, see? It’s just me. Theo. Together, always, remember?”
Finn is still chanting the word no, but his strength is waning. My heart splinters into shards watching him in so much turmoil. It just about breaks me all over again.
“Baby, look in the mirror. Look, it’s me, Theo.” I manage to turn his head and hold him in place as his eyes take in his reflection.
We’re both sweating and panting, but Finn’s entire body is vibrating with fear. After a few beats, he catches my gaze in the mirror, and his eyes clear, noticing me behind him for the first time.
“Th…Theo?” he whispers, barely discernible above our gasping breaths.
“Yes, Sunshine, it’s me. Only me. Look at us, Finn. Look how good we are together.” I still hold him, but I’m not restraining him anymore while he sways in my arms, the fight leaving him drained.
“God, Theo, I thought…I panicked.” Finn turns and hugs me tightly, while I continue to settle him by rubbing his back and kissing his forehead.
“It’s okay. There’s no one here to hurt you. It’s only us. Turn around and look at us in the mirror. See me behind you now.”
With every ounce of trust, Finn turns and looks at our reflection, his breathing returning to a normal rate, along with his pulse.
“See that sexy guy in front of me? That’s my boyfriend. The man I love. Mine. And I won’t let anyone hurt him ever again.”
Finn’s eyes fall closed as a stray tear escapes and runs down his cheek. I kiss it off his chin as he takes a huge breath and lets it go.
“I’m so sorry, Theo. I freaked the fuck out when you came up behind me. I remembered last night’s dream, and it threw me back there, to that night. I could have hurt you, babe. I would never forgive myself if…”
“Stop, Finn. Never apologise for that. It was a knee-jerk reaction to what you perceived as a threat. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”
“But I could have bust your lip, or blacked your eye…”
“And I would have dealt with that and took it. You’ve been through an ordeal. It would surprise me if you had come out the other side unscathed.”
He scans my expression in the glass and turns to me again.
“I think it’s time I got help. I thought I had this under control, but not sleeping, the panic attack just now and my insecurity shows I’m not dealing with it as well as I hoped.”
“I agree, baby. After Christmas and New Year, we’ll look into finding a therapist that specialises in your kind of trauma. You’ll get better, and I’ll help you, every step of the way.” I press my mouth to his in a quick but gentle kiss.
“Now, let’s take a bath before the water gets cold and soak some of this stress away. Okay?”
Finn nods, and I lead him over to the huge tub. We’re both still naked from the previous night, so Finn steps in first, and I climb in behind him. When I’m settled in the water, he sits down and lies back on my chest.
Holding him in the hot water, my arms around his waist, his naked body between my legs…my heart is brimming with this new, yet familiar emotion. It’s always been there, dormant, under the surface. But now it’s eager to burst forth, with a velocity I can’t control.
Turning my head, I kiss his temple and let my eyes fall shut. I want to cover him in bubble wrap and protect him from the world. He’s too precious to get hurt. He takes a shuddering deep breath as he relaxes against me.
“Don’t let go, Doc,” he whispers, sliding his hands up my arms and gripping my biceps.
With a tight squeeze, I promise, “Never, Sunshine. Never.”
As we’re leaving our flat for our weekend to see the mother hens, we nearly collide with old Mrs. Peterson’s walking frame in the hall.
“Careful now, boyth, you don’t want to fall over and mark those handsome faces now do you?” she lisps, devoid of her false teeth today.
“Good morning, Mrs. Peterson. How are you this morning?” I beam, determined she won’t rattle me today…not after last night.
“Well, I bet it is a good morning for you both after the thounds coming from your room lath night, Theodore.” She winks and pinches my left butt cheek.
Shit, she heard us? I thought she was almost deaf.
“Oh, I’m sure you must be mistaken, Mrs. Peterson. Theo didn’t have anyone in his room last night. Maybe it was his TV?” Finn suggests, dashing to my rescue.
“Oh, no, it was definitely you boyth. You were making thex noiseth and calling each other’s name over and over. Then, I heard Theo thay “right there, Finn” and “harder”. I could altho hear the bed banging—”
“Okay, Mrs. Peterson, we have to go now. We’re visiting our mothers this weekend,” I interrupt like a shot. I don’t want to stand here discussing my newfound relationship with our horny old neighbour.
Finn’s face is a vibrant shade of red, worse than my own, which is more of a hot pink.
“Oh, are you boyth not telling anyone yet? Don’t worry. Your thecret is thafe with me.” She winks.
I roll my eyes at Finn, who’s only a little pink now, and breathe out a huge sigh.
“Mrs. Peterson, now that Finn and I are in a monogamous relationship, there will be no more pinching my arse. We don’t share,” I announce in defiance, linking his fingers with mine and hoping she gets the message. I hear Finn suck in a breath of surprise.
Mrs. Peterson at least has the decency to look chagrined.
“Well, have it your way. I will mith that cute bottom though. Anyway, I have to run. Mr. Wilthon from 4B is waiting for me. He is only theventy-five, although the man fu…”
“Okay, bye, Mrs. Peterson. Have fun with Mr. Wilson,” I interrupt again before she can go to great lengths about her own proclivities for the younger male species. I hear her giggle, then the clank of her walking frame as she walks along the corridor towards flat 4B, and I pull Finn down the stairs and out into the street.
We both erupt into laughter as we walk to the car park, holding hands as if it’s something we’ve always done.
When we reach the car, Finn lets go of my hand and worries his bottom lip with his teeth, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.
“What’s wrong, Sunshine? You still nauseous?” I tease, to lighten the mood before we get in the vehicle.
“Are we going to tell anyone, Theo? About us, I mean. Is it too soon even? What do you want to do?”
I cradle his face in my hands and kiss his lips with a gentle sweep in full view of the street; the people walking past us and the huge shop windows.
“Just because I was with women in the past, Finn, doesn’t mean I’m ashamed of being with you because I most definitely am not. I love you. You’re mine, and I want the world to know it, so if it’s okay with you, I want to be out in public. To hold hands with you and kiss you without looking over my shoulder. I also want our mother's to know before anyone else.”
Finn smiles a radiant toothy grin as he climbs in the car.
“Okay, lover boy, let’s do this.”
Chapter 28
THEO
A few hours after leaving London, I drive along the narrow gravelled road leading up to Worthington Hall.
Parking the car, I peer over at Finn, who is still asleep. He’s slept the whole way, and I can’t blame him after his nightmares. He faces my direction; those long, dark lashes flutter in his slumber. He sighs, still asleep and runs his tongue over his plump, rose-pink lips.
A stray curl has taken up residence above his left eye, away from all the others, willing me to brush it back. I lift my hand and nudge it back in place, my palm stopping on his cheek; resting there, like it belongs.
“Theo,” he murmurs in a drowsy tone.
My heart and stomach flip-flop both at the same time and my dick twitches. I yank my hand away and adjust myself in my pants. I don’t want to have tea with our mothers sporting a major boner.
He pulls himself upright and stretches, revealing a smidgen of his toned abs as his sweatshirt rides up a touch. It’s hard not to stare. I’m already struggling to get my erection to go down.
Jesus.
“We’re here, Sunshine.”
Climbing out of the car, we glance at our former childhood home. It holds many memories for Finn and me…some great and some fucking dreadful. The dreadful ones always include my old man. Funny, that.
We both love our mothers though, and each other’s, but they are typical mother hens…always worrying and fussing over us. They don’t care if their maternal side is on full view to everyone. Even my mother, Eleanor Worthington, isn’t cold or pretentious. She’s down-to-earth, loving and has a wicked sense of humour.
My father, on the other hand, doesn’t really know how to be a parent. He’s a busy man, juggling many business investments, but a father he is not. When I was younger, he tried, he truly did, but I’m just an heir to him.