Both boys slept through the night. Meaning, I slept through the night. The two of them together is utterly exhausting, the fighting and bickering starting to take a toll.
Damn Theo and his macho bullshit. It makes me so fucking horny, and he knows it. I’m getting tired of our little game—well, I guess it’s my little game. I’m the one holding on to the past.
Theo is spread out across the bed, leaving me two inches of mattress to sleep on. Lazily, my hands roam over the naked body sprawled out next to me. I sigh. Why do I love this man so much? He looks so peaceful lying against the white sheets, his mouth slightly parted, his dark hair wild, going in ten different directions across the pillow. It’s incredibly sexy.
Unable to help myself, I press my lips to his parted ones.
“Keep it up and you’ll make us late,” he mumbles sleepily.
“I knew you were awake.” I ease my hand lower, breaching his waistband.
He snags my hips quickly, pinning me beneath him. “You need something this morning, Dr. McCallister?”
He buries his face in my hair, inhaling my scent. I grip his firm ass in my hands, kneading the muscles there.
“Maybe,” I say coyly.
A light, feathery touch moves down my abdomen. His hand marching to my center.
“Hmm… maybe I’m too tired,” he yawns, then his long finger intrudes my center abruptly.
Oh, shit that feels good. I wiggle down farther, attempting to line him up with my body to get what I need.
“Nuh-uh,” he chastises, pulling me back up the mattress. “It’s Thursday, love.”
Damn. Sure is. Even though we haven’t done a Theo’s Thursday and McCallister’s Monday in a while, it’s never been off the table. I guess this game of control has been reinstated. I exhale and run my hands through his hair. “Do your worst, Teddy.”
His face pulls into a scowl. He hates for me to call him Teddy. He pulls out his finger, my panties snapping my overheated skin.
“What the h—” Before I can finish, he flips me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. My panties are yanked down my legs, but instead of pulling them all the way off he leaves them at my ankles. Yanking me down farther, my hips widen on their own, readying for the intrusion.
“Let’s help you remember who the boss is. Shall we?”
I feel his velvet tip press into me and I smile. Someone has taken all the orders he can. I knew forcing that sleeping pill on him and making him swim laps would do it. I’m surprised it took him this long. Although, he was probably exhausted yesterday. Now that he’s had a full night of sleep he’s back to his pushy self.
He shoves into me hard, causing me to face-plant into the mattress. I stay down, trying to catch my breath. The stretching is a welcome pain.
“Fuck!” he growls, lost in the ecstasy of the first push. “You feel that, babe?”
He doesn’t expect an answer. It’s his way of showing me who’s controlling the situation. Dominance.
I keep silent as he pulls back, thrusting once more.
“Damn it.” His voice is gravelly, making it obvious he’s straining to hold back.
A groan escapes me as I feel that magical spot come to life. I shift as the pleasure becomes too much. Theo notices and pulls me down onto him, thrusting harder.
“Where’re you going, princess?” he taunts, biting softly down my neck.
His breath is hot, his body hard against mine. Fighting the urge to move away, I give in and try to relax my muscles as he’s instructed before. It’s hard, my body naturally tightens up with the intrusion.
“That’s my girl. Relax. Let it happen.” He praises me as his thumb presses down on my clit. I jerk in his arms. “Shhh… just relax,” he keeps encouraging, his finger not letting up.
My entire body is tingling. I’m going to come. “T-Theo…I’m…” My brain malfunctions and I can’t form a complete sentence.
“I know,” he rasps out. “Almost there, babe.” His breathing is labored. He’s almost there, too. He can act like he is all in control, but he isn’t. He’s about to blow his load like a teenager on his first date.
Without warning, he pulls out and hops off the bed. Flipping me over, he drags my body to the edge, plunging back in without a word. Shocked, I scream, my back arching in response. He grasps my legs and places them on his broad shoulders, my underwear nowhere in sight. The angle forces my ass in the air.
