My lower body was humming, and I wondered if he was hard. I had my answer a moment later when he turned me toward the counter, pulled my pants off, and flattened himself against my back. One hand remained on my breast and the other snaked between my legs as he rubbed his cock along my lower back. “I can’t get enough of you.” His breath was warm on the back of my neck and sent gooseflesh rippling down my arms. He dipped one long finger inside me and brought it to his mouth. “The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I was mesmerized watching him suck his finger clean. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He slipped two fingers inside me, slid one foot between mine, and kicked it out wider. His fingers moved deeper.
I gasped and flattened my palms on the counter for stability. Suddenly I felt shaky on my feet.
He moved his fingers in and out of the silky wetness between my legs and rubbed it over my clit. His cock bulged against my spine, and I wanted it inside me again. “Theo,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder at him with pleading eyes.
He kissed me, gliding his tongue along mine, pinching my tight, tingling nipple with his left hand and bringing me closer to orgasm with his right. “Can I fuck you in the kitchen?” he asked, his voice low and raw.
“Yes,” I panted. “You can fuck me in every room of this house if you want to.” Oh my God, did I just say that?
“Then I better get started.” His hands left me only for the amount of time it took him to grab a condom and put it on. Then he was back between my legs, guiding the tip of his cock inside me from behind, filling me slowly, deliciously, completely.
Instinctively, I rose up on my toes and arched my back, bracing my hands on the counter. Theo’s breath was ragged as he began to move with slow, deep, rhythmic thrusts. His hands gripped my hips so hard I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care. It would be evidence that this night had really happened, proof that I was capable of being uninhibited, unashamed, unafraid. I’d cherish those black and blue marks like gifts.
Theo moved one hand between my legs and circled his fingertips over my clit, burying his cock so deep inside me my toes nearly left the floor. Then he pulled the elastic from my hair, causing it to tumble down my back. Grabbing a handful of it, he yanked my head back, pulling my hair so hard, tears sprang to my eyes. But the sharp-edged sting on my scalp was in perfect contrast with the swirling, spiraling pleasure he wrought at my center.
“Was this on your list?” he rasped. “Being fucked by a stranger in your house?”
My pulse skittered away from me. “Stranger?”
“Yes. You don’t know me.”
My eyes were wide. Was he playing a game or was he serious? I wasn’t sure I liked it that either could be true.
Suddenly he stopped to whisper in my ear. “Play along, princess. It’s more fun that way.”
He’s acting.
Relief mingled with arousal, sending a shiver through my body as he began to move again. For a second, I panicked that I didn’t know how to play along—that I wouldn’t be good at these games. I was creative, yes, but with art I could take my time. I was kind of on the spot here. Closing my eyes, I tried to think about fantasies I had when I was alone. There were scenarios that turned me on, but I’d always kept them private. Could I go there with Theo? What if he didn’t understand?
“You’re so wet for me. I think you wanted this.” The sexy growl in his voice pushed me over the edge.
“I don’t,” I gasped. “You should leave.” But I arched my back even more, pushed my ass back against him, hoping he’d follow me.
He laughed, sinister and seductive. “Not going to happen. I told you I wasn’t good at stopping.”
“Please!” I begged, trying to keep a smile off my face. Damn it, did Giselle have to get all the acting talent? I wanted to play the role fully, but I was so excited it was hard not to show it.
“You don’t really want me to stop. You weren’t even wearing underwear. You wanted me to fuck you. You wanted my hands on your pussy. You want me to make you come all over my cock.” His hand moved faster and harder over my clit, making my stomach feel weightless, my legs go numb. “Don’t you?”
“No.” My voice was as weak as my knees, because I wanted it so badly. I was already on the edge, the tension in my body coiled tight. One second later, I was writhing against him, riding out the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt, my muscles contracting repeatedly around his cock. He kept his hips still, which meant I could feel the tip of him in that deep, hidden spot that electrified every fiber of my being.
As soon as I collapsed forward on the counter, he grabbed my hips again. “Such a bad girl,” he snarled, fucking me hard and fast. “To want me this way.”
“But I’m a good girl.” Getting the words out was a struggle.
“That’s just a show. You want this.” He was close. I heard it in his voice, felt it in the way he moved. “You want me to come.”
“Yes,” I breathed, unable to think beyond the truth of my desire. “I want it. I want it—give it to me.”
His body stilled as he surged inside me, his hands tight on my hips. I closed my eyes and grabbed one of his wrists, circling it with my fingers. It was crazy, but I’d never felt so close to someone during sex before. Maybe it was because I’d had the courage to act out a fantasy with him. Maybe it was because he seemed to know me better than he should. Maybe it was the way he’d said I’m no good for you, as if he wished he were.