Tainted Black - Williams Shanora - Страница 43
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“Damn, baby,” he breathed when our kiss finally broke. “I feel it.”
“Feel what?” I asked, my voice just as breathy as his.
“How much you’ve missed me.” His hand snaked down my waist and landed on my ass, spanking and then squeezing. Cocking a smooth brow, he asked, “You feel it?”
“Yeah,” I giggled. “I feel it.”
With a boyish grin, Theo released me but reached for my hand, turning for the door. We walked inside, the cool draft of the AC brushing my bare shoulders. He led the way to the elevator and once we were inside, he pressed the quarter-sized button with the number four on it.
We were in the elevator alone. I felt him looking at me. I turned his way, asking, “Why are you watching me?”
He moved closer, a gentle kiss landing in my curly hair. “Just missed you, babe. That’s all.”
“Yeah?” My arms went over his broad shoulders again, fingers connecting as I latched them around him. “How much?”
His upper lip twitched. “Probably a little too much if we’re being honest.”
“Hmm. That’s a good thing, right?” The question was rhetorical. I didn’t expect him to answer because in our case, no, it wasn’t a good thing.
My mouth met his, drawing out another deep groan. His body juddered, chest tensing beneath mine. I loved the uncontrollable vibe I gave him, the satisfied feeling I developed when his body was near mine.
Before I knew it, the elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. I pulled away, but my eyes were still connected with his. He held my gaze, clinging to my hand, his grip soft. Then, he led the way out, walking down the hallway and going past three doors before reaching door 404.
Theo unlocked the door, and as soon as we were inside, he flipped a switch. A light flashed in the corner, lighting small parts of the vacant living room. I walked past Theo as he shut the door behind us, my gaze traveling from the living room to the kitchen. There was a fridge and stove already set up, the chrome matching well with the black marble on the counters.
I studied his place in awe, moving ahead. I checked out each bedroom. There were two, both equally spacious, especially the master. The bathroom was amazing—full of chrome, black marble, and white accent pieces. I wanted to make use of the glass shower in the corner, steam it up with both sweat and hot water streaming between our greedy bodies.
I stepped back out, meeting a quiet Theo in the living room. He studied me but didn’t say much. He stood near the wall, head in a slight tilt.
I turned a fraction, stepping forward. There was an open, rectangular window straight across from me, and from this spot, I had full view of the ocean. I blinked slowly, completely mesmerized.
“Like it?” Theo’s voice was deep and soft, a warm tremble, as he stepped behind me, arms going around my middle.
“Theo, this place is incredible.”
He hugged me against his body, warm breath drifting down my chest. Snuggling his nose into the crook of my neck, he murmured, “I thought I was going to have to spend this night without you.” A sliver of fire shot through me, burning the most sensitive parts of me.
I turned in his arms. “Does that explain you being at Rykes?”
He looked down, watching my eyes. My face. “I needed a cheap drink… and some entertainment. A fight breaks out at that place every night. There’s always some beef.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. Men. “Why didn’t you go to Dane’s?”
His lips pressed. “Trixie works on Friday nights.”
My smile collapsed, my entire demeanor changing. “Oh.”
I started to pull away, but he caught me, reeling me back in. “I avoided Dane’s for you, Chloe.”
“I appreciate that, but…” I chewed on my bottom lip. I hated when he mentioned her. I hated it even more that she still ran through his mind every so often. “I don’t know.” I shrugged, waving a hand and realizing I was overreacting. I couldn’t overreact. I couldn’t send him running away. I made a promise not to get too serious. I had to keep it. “Never mind. It’s whatever.”
He tipped my chin when I dropped my head, those warm brown eyes fixing on mine. “You don’t like when I mention her.” This was a statement, not a question. He already knew the answer. Cradling my face in his hands, Theo pulled me close to him, so close I could feel his chest rising and sinking, the bulge in his pants that so badly wanted to be set free. “Tell me, baby,” he whispered, walking forward as I moved backwards. “What name is it that you want to hear from my mouth?”
“Mine,” I whispered. Then my back hit the wall, the bump light.
“Yours.” He dropped his head, planting sweet caresses on the crook of my neck. “Alright, Chloe.” His voice changed, his actions instantaneous. He lifted up my dress, sliding my panties aside. His fingers plunged, one and then two. It caught me completely off guard.
My next breath was sharp, the back of my head landing on the wall as he picked up one of my legs and hooked it around his narrow waist. I kept still, and he picked me up, moving to the bar counter in front of the kitchen.
“Chloe, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “Chloe. Fuck, Chloe.” He said my name like he wanted to marry it, running the syllables off his tongue, finger-fucking me until my back curved.
My ass landed on the cool countertop, and in only seconds, his fingers were gone. My panties were next to go missing, dropping to the floor, and without hesitation, his tongue replaced those magical fingers.
It dipped inside, and I moaned loudly, clutching handfuls of his T-shirt. “Chloe,” he groaned, his growl deep. “My sexy Little Knight. You know you’re all I want.”
I panted, listening to his voice vibrate between my quaking thighs, bringing me straight to the edge. I willingly thrust around his tongue until he brought it up, sealing those beautiful pink lips around my swelling clit. He sucked, tugging light enough for me to feel, and then released, sliding a finger into my damp, eager pussy.
“Don’t cum yet, baby,” he said, just as I was about to reach the stars. He pulled away, running thick fingers from my entrance to my clit and pressing down. He watched me writhe, smirking as if he were pleased with how well I responded to his touch. Picking me up off the counter, Theo slid his jeans down to his ankles, his entire cock exposed. The tip glistened, the taste of him still familiar to me.
His scent was strong. Musky and manly. Every bit of a real man. Every inch of what I craved. Theo still had me in his arms, my legs bound around him, and I eased around his cock, sliding down until he was all in.
He stilled, letting out a heavy sigh, one that blew past my ear and down my spine. “The sweetest pussy.” His words came out in a rumble as he lifted me up and down. Our foreheads met, and soon, my back hit the wall. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders, lifting up and down with him as much as possible, soaking up every inch of him.
Bouncing.
Gripping.
All with light spanks to my ass and quiet yelps filling the air.
Lips touched, tongues colliding. He accepted my moans through parted lips, telling me to be louder. Begging me to call his name.
“Oh, Theo,” I breathed, feeling his solid body going stiff. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
He grunted, mouth falling on my skin, moving from the crook of my neck to my cheek and then to my lips. He devoured them like he owned them, like he’d kissed them plenty of times and knew exactly what they longed for. “The only name I wanna hear you say when you’re like this is mine.” He trapped my face in his hands. “You hear me?”
“Yes.” The response came out rapid and shrill as he pressed his palms on either side of my head, creating a bumping noise against the wall with his knees.
“No one will be able to make you feel like how I make you feel, Chloe. I know your body—everything you like. I know this pussy, and exactly what makes her tick. I know because you always get so fucking wet for me, wringing me out ‘til I’m fucking dry.” His nose skimmed my cheek. “Sweet pussy… always so fucking tight for me. And always. So. Fucking. Good.”
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