27
THEO
“Are they having a fucking laugh?” I grunt as the knocking of my front door rings out around us.
But I don’t make a move to answer it. Instead, I push Emmie’s body harder against the wall I’ve pinned her against. My cock is still aching from that little make out session at her dad’s, and I need it to fucking continue before I explode.
“They care,” she half says, half moans as I kiss down her neck.
“So do I, about making you come and sinking my cock so deep inside you that you’ll feel it until this time next week.”
“Theo,” she moans when I cup her pussy over her jeans, pressing the seam against her clit. “Oh God.”
Then my phone starts ringing.
“Motherfuckers,” I hiss.
“Answer the door, Theodore,” she instructs, pressing her palms to my chest and forcing me back. “We’ll tell them everything is okay and send them on their way.”
“And what if they want to hang?”
She stares at me with a quirked brow. “Has hanging out ever stopped them?”
“Fair point.” Pushing my hand into my boxers, I moan as I squeeze my needy cock. “First chance I get, I’m sinking balls deep inside you and having you screaming my name.”
“Sounds like a plan, boss.”
The knocking starts again, and the sound of a pissed-off Seb filters through the door.
I give Emmie a second to straighten herself out before I march toward the banging.
“Oh hey, man. What’s up?” I ask lightly, making his brows pinch in irritation, although understanding flickers through his eyes.
“Good to see you fucking came up for air to let us know you were okay.” He rolls his eyes, shoving past me and inviting himself inside.
“We’re fine. Everything is good,” Emmie assures him as Stella follows him.
“We brought takeout,” she announces, holding the bag up.
My eyes immediately find Emmie’s. My stomach twists in excitement at the mischief I find staring back at me.
“You… uh… were kinda interrupting something.”
“So we see,” Seb says with a smirk, dropping his eyes to my crotch.
“Don’t let us stop you,” Stella offers. “We’ll dish up.”
“You two are weird,” I mutter. Seb smiles, seeing straight through my bullshit. He knows full well that at this very moment, I’d bend her over the sofa and fuck her right here. I am that desperate.
“Aw, babe,” Emmie purrs, stepping up to me. My entire body jolts when her palm rubs over my length through my jeans. “Cock blocked again?”
“Hell yeah,” Seb barks like the irritating fuck he is. “Keep going, Em. Make him jizz in his pants like a schoolboy.“
Emmie’s eyes alight with amusement, knowing that she really does have that power, even without touching me.
“Fuck. You,” I hiss, although with the way Emmie’s hand is rubbing me, my voice loses some of its bite.
“Can you just give us a minute?” Emmie asks, slipping her other hand into mine. “There’s a really pressing issue I have to deal with.”
Both Seb and Stella snort a laugh, but I quickly forget they even exist as Emmie starts tugging me out of the room.
I was expecting her to head for the bedroom but she goes in the opposite direction—not that I’m fucking complaining, if the hungry look in her eyes is anything to go by.
A growl rumbles in my chest when she leads me toward my office, her back bumping into the door, making it swing open.
“Lean against your desk, boss,” she purrs, looking at me from beneath her lashes.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, doing exactly as I’m told.
The second she’s in front of me, I thread my fingers into her hair and crash her already swollen lips to mine, hungrily sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She squeaks in pain as my fingers twist, leaving her with no question about exactly how badly I need this right now.
Pulling back, I stare into her eyes.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
Excitement darkens her eyes, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s taken back to earlier times when the burning hate that sparked between us almost scorched us both alive.
“Yes, boss,” she breathes, immediately dropping to her knees, her fingers making quick work of tugging my fly open and dragging my jeans and boxers around my hips.
A pained moan rips from my throat as my cock springs free. But all she does is stare at it.
“I lied before,” she confesses, and my heart suddenly slams against my ribs.
I know I wasn’t meant to walk in on her telling Cruz what she did. I didn’t need her reaction to tell me it was really fucking bad timing. But if she takes it back, fuck.
I stare down at her, really trying to keep my expression blank, because if I don’t, I’m afraid of what she might see looking back at her.
“I once told you there was only one part of you I liked.” Lifting her head, I groan when she wraps her delicate fingers around me. “I mean, it might still be my favourite bit, but I like other parts of you now too.”
I bark out a laugh, more than relieved she’s not taking back what she said. Because despite the fact that she didn’t say it to my face, and also the fact that she said she thought it was how she felt, it still meant more to me. Hearing those words from her lips was more powerful than I ever thought it would be.
I knew the second she walked away from me on New Year’s Eve after her impressive breakout skills that what I felt for her wasn’t what I’d always tried to convince myself it was. And I understand after everything we’ve been through together that those words, her feelings might take a little longer, and I’ll give her all the time in the world to get her head around this. But fuck, I want it. I want to hear those words fall from her lips as she stares me right in the eyes so fucking bad.
I want her to tell me that I’m not crazy for wanting this when it’s the least of what I deserve. I need her to— Fuuuuuck.
My vision clears as I come back to myself as she licks around the head of my cock, lapping up the precum that’s collected at the tip as if she was dying without it.
“Mmmm,” she moans, the vibrations from it shooting up my dick.
“Jesus, Hellcat. I’ll never get used to watching you do this. You look so fucking good on your knees for me.”
“Don’t fuck this up and I might just do it fairly often,” she quips.
“That’s a pretty fucking good incentive, babe,” I manage to force out before she sinks right down on my length, taking as much of me as physically possible.
She works me into a fucking frenzy with her fingernails digging into my arse as she takes me.
“Fuck, babe. Fuck,” I grunt a beat before my release claims me and my cock shoots ropes of jizz down her throat.
She doesn’t stop until I’m done, and only when she’s confident she’s got it all, does she sit back on her heels and look up at me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I praise, reaching out to swipe a little cum from her lip and immediately pushing it back into her mouth. Her tongue laps at it, and fuck if my cock doesn’t jerk, getting ideas for more already.