Page 33 of Winging It with You

My hands claw at his hair, gently pulling him upward in my direction.

Driven by lust or impatience or some other unseemly need, all I know is that if Theo Fernandez keeps teasing my cock with those perfect lips of his, I won’t last another second.

“Come here,” I choke out between breaths.

I hear the hollowed sharpness of my voice, a sound so desperate that under any other circumstances I just might be embarrassed.

But when I peer down to look at Theo, the only thought I’m physically able to concoct is getting him on his feet, free of the clothes separating me from his naked body.

“If you say so,” he says, slowly standing up, then immediately pressing me back against the door. I feel the strain in his pants and instinctually reach for it, marveling at the firmness beneath the fabric.

Theo trails his lips along my neck, sending chills down my spine, and when his mouth reaches the corner of my jaw, he traps my earlobe between his teeth, leaving me frozen on the spot. “Asher, I need you. All of you.”

His words are my undoing. I push him off me, forcing him back toward our bed, and kick off my shoes and my pants as we go.

I clumsily reach for his shirt, aggressively pulling it up from the hem over his head, and revel at the smoothness of his skin as the backs of his knees collide with the footboard of the bed frame.

A throaty laugh escapes Theo’s lips when I impatiently push him down onto the bed and one by one pull off his shoes, not caring where they land.

His pants are next, the only barrier to what I need.

Theo lifts his hips when I fumble with the button before I peel the dark denim over his thick, muscular thighs and down the length of his long legs, his grey briefs with it.

And there he is.

Naked, on display, and throbbing just for me.

It’s better than I could have imagined. He’s better than I ever could have imagined, and I have to stop myself from diving headfirst on top of him.

“I need that pretty mouth of yours on me, love,” he rasps just when I didn’t think this moment could get any hotter. “ Now .”

I’ve come to know thoughtful Theo. Kind and warm Theo.

But this is something new entirely. Direct, domineering, and Jesus Christ so fucking delicious I can’t think straight.

I crawl up the length of the bed, slowing my movements intentionally to really savor the sight before me.

Theo on his back with his muscular arms folded behind his head.

His long legs parted wide. His thick cock pointed upward, begging for my immediate attention.

I lower my lips to his right thigh, then his left, before resting my hands on either side of his trembling hips. His back arches when I flick my tongue against his skin and place kiss after kiss up his leg and along his hip bone, mirroring the torturous path he executed on me just moments before.

A low hiss escapes his parted lips.

Theo tenses when I grip his dripping cock in my hand, his fingers digging into the comforter when I trace his tip with my lips.

I wrap my mouth fully around him now, salty precum coating my tongue, and take him in deeper. “ Fuck, ” he moans. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”

Baby . Love. These new terms of endearment don’t catch me off guard like they normally would. They instead only make me want to hear them more. And the way he’s starting to move his hips right now, he can call me whatever he’d like and I’d say thank you.

I let my hand glide up his length, alternating the tightness of my grip as I bob eagerly up and down on his cock with ease, hungry to take all of him.

He feels so damn good in my mouth. So full and thick.

His eyes slam shut when I give all my attention to his tip, and when I cup his balls in my free hand, pulling them tight, his hands find my shoulders to hold me in place.

Reaching between us now, he grips the base of his cock with one hand, sliding the other into my hair and grabbing a fistful, slowly guiding me at the cadence of his choosing.

“Look at me when you suck my cock,” he whispers, and I find his gaze as I swirl the tip of his dick with my tongue.

Right now, I’m his to use, and I’ve never been happier.

There’s a tight smirk forming across his face when I look up at him.

One that makes my heart race and my own cock pulse in my hand as I time my strokes with his. “I want to watch you take me.”

He slowly removes his cock from my mouth but lets his tip linger against my lips as he looks me right in the eye. “Do you like this?” he asks, tracing the lines of my lips with his slick cock.

I can only nod my head.

“Good boy,” he says, grinning, parting my lips and sliding his dick back into my wanting mouth. “Now take it all for me.” His voice is ragged, laced with need and want, and I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now with him.

So, I do.

I grip both of his hips, relishing the fact that he’s now bucking up against me. I normally don’t enjoy sucking dick this much, but there’s something about knowing I’m pleasing Theo that has turned the simple act of oral sex into one of the most erotically gratifying experiences of my life.

For the first time in my sexual life, I feel powerful, and instead of overthinking it or second-guessing it, I’m leaning in to it with everything I have.

Theo deserves that.

I fucking deserve that, damn it.

“Baby, I’m so close…” Theo pants, and suddenly, I’m desperate for him to finish.

My need to please him takes over and I grip his pulsing cock tighter, swirling my tongue over his thick head as he repeatedly enters and exits my mouth.

I’m moving faster now, guided by the not-so-subtle cues his body is giving me, and when Theo grabs my face with shaking hands, I know his release is coming.

“Holy fuck, Ash,” he shouts. His back arches off the bed and he slides in and out of my mouth for the final time.

My name is the last thing on his lips before he erupts.

Rope after rope of his climax floods my mouth, and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back into my skull as I swallow every drop of Theo’s sweet cum.

I don’t release him. Not yet. Because I want to make sure that not a single drop of his orgasm is wasted.

Theo’s breathing slows, his wide chest returning to its natural rise and fall.

When his limbs stop trembling, he reaches down with hurried hands to pull me up for our lips to find each other again.

He kisses me like a man possessed. Like he’s been ravenous for days on end and my mouth is the only relief he’ll know. Parting my lips with his tongue, Theo cradles my face. His thumb glides along my cheek while he deepens our kiss.

“That was…” he says, his voice but a breath against my lips, “everything.”

Theo sucks on my lower lip and pushes upward with his hips. I’m now seated on top of him, his still-hard cock positioned conveniently against my ass. When I push back against it, he grips my hips hard and holds me right where he wants me.

“Let’s take care of this,” he murmurs, circling my cock with his hand.

Mmm. The moan escapes my lips involuntarily. Between the burn of his lips on mine, the increased tempo of his glide on my dick, and the way I’m grinding against his length, I am ready to combust.

Theo breaks our kiss, and before I can protest, he spits into his palm and quickly returns his grip to my throbbing dick.

The new sensation is too much.

If I was close to the edge earlier, I’m ready to explode now. Theo quickens his strokes, and I want nothing more than to succumb to his touch.

His dedicated attention to my cock has me clawing at his shoulders, grabbing on for dear life as the inevitable orgasm builds. Each caress brings me closer to something new, threatening to rip me apart brick by brick, and only Theo is the architect who can put me together again.

“Theo,” I hear myself whimper, pulling him flush against me now.

“Fuck, baby. Oh, God…I’m going to cum,” I shout against his hungry mouth as the waves of pleasure finally reach their breaking point.

But he knows and he’s ready. He grips my cock tight, slowing his strokes ever so slightly to time them with each pulse of my dick, bracing me when I erupt.

I paint his chest with my orgasm, my legs shaking, and when I feel empty and completely turned inside out, he maneuvers me down onto the bed next to him, my trembling body tucked against his.

“You made quite the mess,” he hums, his lips pressed against my temple. My face is numb and my hands are tingling, but I’m just coherent enough to watch him swipe a finger through said mess and bring it to his lips. “Sweet.”

Unreal.

Theo Fernandez is unreal. That’s the only explanation for the explosive and otherworldly pleasure he was just able to pull from my body.

He kisses one corner of my mouth, then the other, with a tenderness to his touch that’s somehow more arousing than before. Everything blurs together in the hazy afterglow, and with his lips still possessively pressed to mine, my eyelids struggle to stay open.

I blink and he’s gone, his naked body on display as he heads into the bathroom. When I open my eyes again, he’s back, a warm washcloth in hand, gently wiping my body and his.

“Get some rest, sweet boy,” he whispers against my temple. He pulls me back into his arms and kisses the top of my head when I nuzzle up against him.

It’s clear to both of us I can’t fight my exhaustion any longer.

Just like it’s starting to become clear I can no longer fight what I’m feeling for Theo.