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ELEVEN

HOW EMBARRASSING

Natalie

Three orgasms. Theo had given me three orgasms, and each one was somehow better than the one before.

And that was saying something when the first one was utterly mind-blowing.

Our lips disconnected, and our heavy breaths mingled as he dropped his forehead to mine. We sat like that, still holding one another, for several minutes before he laid me back onto the bed.

My body was spent, and the soft mattress and blankets felt good beneath me. Theo’s cock had slowly softened inside me, and I groaned when he finally slipped free. His tormented brown eyes swept over my body, and he watched himself pull out. Between my thighs, I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and I shuddered and groaned at the sensation.

Like he’d never seen anything like it before, he ran his finger down my slit, collecting his release and pushing it back inside with one finger. I gasped at the intrusion and shrunk away from his touch.

“Sensitive?” he asked with a smile, finally looking away from where his finger disappeared inside me.

“A little.”

His smile took on a darker quality, and he pulled his finger free. Lifting his hand, his finger shined with our combined releases, and he pressed it to my lips. Greedily, I opened, and he slid his thick finger against my tongue. I sucked it like I imagined I would his cock. The salty, earthy flavor exploded on my tongue.

He groaned, eyes flaring with desire, and I saw that cock I so badly wanted in my mouth begin to stir back to life.

Short refractory period. Good to know.

He drew his finger from my mouth and stood from the bed. Captivated by the pure power strumming through his muscular, tattoo-covered body, I momentarily forgot how our last time ended—with him storming out of the kitchen and then leaving entirely.

“Are you going to run this time, too?” I asked before I could think much harder about the question. Or that I’d asked it because I didn’t want him to run. The mix of emotions I’d felt the last time it happened were as surprising as the entire interaction—if that’s what you wanted to call it—in the kitchen.

With a cocky grin over his shoulder, he opened the door and walked across the hall into the bathroom. He returned only a moment later with a damp washcloth in one hand.

I hadn’t moved, and he kneeled on the bed next to me once more, using the cloth to wipe between my legs. He tossed it on the bedside table when he finished and reclined back onto the pillows next to me.

“Earlier, you said something about Caroline and the advice she gave you,” he said, and I sat up. I found a blanket next to me and tossed it over myself, only for Theo to rip it off a second later.

“Don’t cover up,” he instructed, leaving no room for argument. “What did Caroline say?”

I shook my head and sighed. “Does it really matter?”

He was silent, and I glanced over at him to find him looking at me, waiting.

“I went over to her house this morning. She talked me into doing.” I struggled for the right word and settled on—“this”—waving between the two of us.

“She convinced you to wait for me to get out of the shower and seduce me?” he clarified, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Did I seduce you? I don’t think you could really call it that.” He shrugged, and I continued, “She pretty much told me to stop worrying about the morality of it or how other people might react.”

The man of few words didn’t say anything else.

My conversation with Caroline had gone exactly as I’d expected it to. She’d been preparing for her annual Labor Day party when I’d walked in unannounced, found a bottle of wine in the fridge, and opened it without a word. She’d stood there, brows raised and eyes wide, patiently waiting for me to explain as I took a few long gulps.

So I sat down at her bar and told her everything. Then I’d spent longer than necessary answering her very detailed and probing questions. And only after I’d answered every single one did she tell me to go for it.

She wholeheartedly believed Ryder would forgive me if he ever did find out. She told me that I needed to do something for myself. She berated me for not doing it sooner, for not focusing more on myself. She said all this while I stayed silent.

I guessed she wasn’t wrong. I’d been predictable and dependable my entire life. Both at work and at home. Partially to make up for the fact that I’d been a teen mom and because my family needed me to be. I’d been so focused on raising Ryder, on taking care of Mark, on making sure we were not a statistic that I’d come last.

And now, I wanted to be anything but predictable and dependable. I wanted to be Theo’s…slut.

Then Caroline reasoned—albeit badly—that the sex might not even be that good. With an expression that told me she barely believed her own words, she said that the insane chemistry might fizzle out the moment we tumbled into bed together. Or that after the orgasm-high wore off, we wouldn’t want anything else to do with each other.

I believed that about as much as she did, and that was when I realized it didn’t matter. I’d truly gone to her not for advice or with the expectation that she would talk me out of it. I’d gone to her because I knew she would tell me to do it, and I wanted someone to agree. I wanted someone to tell me I wasn’t a bad person for wanting him. Or for knowing it was a bad idea yet doing it anyway.

I’d already decided that I was going to give in, and I knew she would confirm my decision and feed my delusion.

What else were best friends for?

I left her house resolute in my decision. As much as going behind my son’s back sounded like the worst possible outcome, staying away from Theo felt impossible.

And as I headed home, I hoped we could fuck each other out of our systems. I hoped that once we slipped apart, sweat slicking our skin and trying to catch our breath, that we would mutually agree to never do it again.

I thought about that possibility and the possibility that he’d think I was crazy, when I slid onto his bed. It wasn’t until the shower shut off that nerves, so sharp and intense that I thought I might be sick, filled the pit in my stomach.

Now, I was staring at him, curious about the thoughts swirling behind his deep brown eyes, and I knew I’d want more. One time was nowhere near enough.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about what…about how…” I stuttered over the words, struggling to find the right ones, but he understood what I meant.

“Why do you think I left?” he finally asked. His jaw worked, and I could feel the tension rolling off of him.

I opened my mouth to say what, I didn’t know, but I didn’t get the chance. Before I could utter a word, Theo was back on top of me, forcing my thighs wide once again as his hard cock pressed against my cunt.

Need immediately began thrumming through me and climbed higher when his tattooed hand collared around my throat. His manly scent surrounded me, and with his weight on top of me, he was all-consuming.

I reached a shaking hand out to trace across his chest. My fingertips brushed down, stroking across his abdomen. Every muscle tightened, rippling with desperate need that I swore I felt too.

“I’ve thought about it all,” he muttered, dipping down to taste my skin with his tongue. “But the only thing I’m thinking about right now is how gorgeous you looked coming around my cock. And how much I want to see it again.”

He drug the blunt head of his cock along my slit, and I shifted under his weight, widening my legs. He skimmed the tip of his nose along my jaw until his lips briefly met mine. I pressed my hips higher as he nipped at my bottom lip once. The second time he bit me, it was hard enough that I thought he’d draw blood.

The combination of his cock teasing me, his hand around my throat, and his teeth at my lip made me moan and writhe harder.

“And that’s all you should be thinking about, too,” he murmured against my mouth and filled me in one easy thrust.

He stretched me unlike anything I’d experienced before, and the brush of his piercing against my inner walls was unfamiliar yet fucking phenomenal. Like he’d submitted to the pain of the piercing just for my pleasure.

His strokes were steady and deep. I locked my legs around him, crossing my ankles, and forcing him even deeper. My fingers brushed over the tender skin along his shoulder where my teeth had sunk into him earlier. The area was raised and red, and I’d somehow bitten directly between two dark, intricate tattoos.

He groaned and kissed me with the same fervor in which he fucked me.

“ Fuck , you feel…” He trailed off, continuing to kiss me and quickening his pace. “You’re going to enjoy being my slut, aren’t you?”

“Are you saying you want more?” I asked. My nails drug down his back, leaving red lines and marking him further. “Already?”

He let out a carnal growl and rose up on his knees. The hand that had gone limp around my throat tightened once again. His other hand plunged between us and stroked my swollen clit, making me quiver with need. All other snarky comebacks poised on my lips quickly fell away.

“Tell me I don’t hold your pleasure in my hands, Natalie,” he growled down at me. “You would let me do anything I wanted to you because you’re so desperate to be fucked by me.”

My pussy clenched, and I could already feel my orgasm building and coiling deep inside of me. His pace was punishing, thrusts quick and hard as he fucked me thoroughly.

“Am I wrong?” he asked between clenched teeth.

I managed to shake my head in answer. Around him, it was like I was spellbound. In any other circumstance, I wouldn’t have given him that power. But I liked the way it felt when he owned my body. I wanted him to use me, degrade me, control me.

“How embarrassing,” he muttered, not easing the pressure around my throat, the circles on my clit, or the punishing thrusts. “You’re creaming all over my cock like you enjoy being used. Do you like this, Natalie? Do you like being treated like my own personal fucktoy?”

My eyes fluttered, and my cunt constricting around his cock was answer enough that I didn’t need words.

“Yes, there it is.” His words were drawn out, and I scraped my nails down his chest, his stomach, and clutched his wrist where his hand was still around my throat. Not because I wanted him to remove it, which I saw in his eyes he contemplated, but because I wanted it tighter.

The pressure change was slight, but enough that it impeded my breathing and made me lightheaded.

“You’re—you’re so big,” I babbled mindlessly. “And it feels so, so good. Oh, fuck. ”

“Show me that pretty face when you come. Show me, ” he growled, pounding into me. “Clench around my cock and come with my hand around your throat.”

Three more merciless pumps of his hips and blinding ecstasy surrounded me. I gripped his wrist with both hands, hoping he would keep me grounded because I felt like I was going to float away.

The aftershocks were consistent, and I continued pulsing around him as he came inside of me. I loved the way his face contorted in pleasure. The way his brows furrowed and his eyes couldn’t help but close. Every muscle in his body tensed, and his full lips parted as a groan shuddered through him. Watching the dark, beautiful man overcome by ecstasy was captivating.

Both of us were slick with sweat, breathing hard, and still clinging to one another.

As I had before, I felt his release slide out of me when he slipped out. Eyeing my leaking pussy, he pumped his fingers into me and watched my face as I gasped and moaned.

Finally, he stood and reached for the damp cloth on the bedside table. That was when I noticed the time.

“Oh, shit. I have to go,” I said, quickly jumping from the bed and standing on wobbly legs that nearly gave out under me. But Theo was there to steady me with a firm grip on my hip.

“Now you’re the one running?” he joked.

“No, Caroline is having a Labor Day party, and I was supposed to be there twenty minutes ago. Actually…” I said. And I didn’t know what came over me, but I continued, “You should come, too.”

His eyebrows rose, and he looked at me like I’d grown two heads.

“You live here, too. At least for now, and most of our neighbors will be there,” I reasoned.

I could see that it was on the tip of his tongue to say no, but slowly a devious smile crept across his face. I stiffened because I knew that look couldn’t mean anything good.

“Okay, I’ll go. But on one condition.”

Hesitantly, I asked, “Okay, what condition?”

“Don’t shower. I want you to smell like me, smell like sex. And I want my cum dripping out of your pussy the entire time,” he instructed, pressing his lips to mine one more time.