Theo pulled his fingers out slowly, watching the way I twitched in an oversensitive aftershock. He leaned forward, breath hot against my cheek, and gently tugged the panties from my mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing the corner of my lips.
I didn’t have the strength to respond. I barely had bones left.
Then he stood straight, and with a soft exhale, pressed the heel of his hand against the thick line of his erection.
“Wanna take care of this for me?”
I blinked at him. “After that?!”
He smirked. “Only fair.”
I scoffed, letting my head fall back against the couch dramatically. “I should file a complaint with your HR.”
“Mm.” He popped open the top button of his slacks. “Then I guess I’d better make it worth your while.”
I groaned but pushed up onto my elbows anyway. “You’re lucky I like you.”
With a grin, Theo stepped between my legs again, lowering his zipper. I sat up and reached for him as he freed himself with a hiss of breath. He was already hard, thick, and ready.
“You know how I like it, Sweetness.”
I dragged my gaze up his body slowly, defiantly. “Say please.”
“Please, baby. Please. Please.”
I licked my lips, then I took him in my mouth—slowly, torturously, one hand wrapped around the base as I worked him with my tongue. His hand slid into my hair, gripping tight.
“Fuck, Carmen…” he breathed, eyes shuttering as his head tipped back. “That mouth…”
I hollowed my cheeks and kept going.
His hips flexed, and his breath caught.
“Look at me,” he commanded. Fisting my hair, he pulled me away from him so quickly it made my lips pop. “You’re fucking amazing. You know that, right?”
I nodded in response, slightly out of breath.
“Good, now finish what you started.”
I didn’t have a minute to catch myself before he was in my mouth again, full on face fucking me. I grabbed his hips to gain some type of control before his bucking could break my damn nose.
“That mouth, Carmen…That fucking mouth!” he groaned through gritted teeth.
And he thought I was being loud?
Eager to end this before he let the entire building know what we were doing in here, I reached up and cupped his balls. With one tight squeeze, he doubled over and shook. When he came, fingers still tangled in my hair, he bit down on his own lip to keep from shouting—and still failed. I swallowed everything, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as he stood there, chest rising and falling hard.
“Jesus Christ,” he swore.
“You’re welcome.”
He collapsed next to me on the couch, still breathing heavily. “I need more.”
I laughed at his neediness.
“When we get home, Needy,” I teased. “Maybe after I do something with that hair.”
