But more than any of that, right now, I just need to feel him inside me.
The need comes from something far beyond the arousal sparking through my veins. Something bigger than that, something bigger than sex.
I need to feel Theo. I need to lose myself in him.
Stroking him harder, I adjust the angle of his dick slightly, and he reads my intention, stepping closer to let me line him up with my entrance. The head of his cock nudges my soaked pussy, and I groan before he’s even inside me. My head falls back as he presses in slowly, filling me with such deliberate intention that it makes my limbs shake.
I feel every inch of him, and when he’s finally fully rooted inside me, I clamp my legs around him, squeezing my walls over and over as my clit throbs. He’s not even moving inside me, and I could come like this—just from gripping his thickness, from feeling the way he fills me so perfectly.
“Jesus, Rose,” Theo grunts, pressing his forehead hard to mine as he breathes heavily. “You’re gonna make me lose my fucking shit.”
I grin, squeezing him harder. He grunts and drops one hand to my hip, holding me steady as he finally draws out and thrusts back in.
“Yes, fuck!”
That wasn’t quiet either, but I’ve completely forgotten my promise by now. It’s been swallowed up by the incredible feelings rushing through me. Theo’s lips find mine again in a bruising, ravenous kiss, and that’s the only thing that keeps another loud cry from pouring out of me.
I feel drunk on this man.
High on him.
When I’m with Theo, anything feels possible. Even something as insane as hope.
“I love you, Theo,” I rasp. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Yes, baby. Fuck, yes, Rose.”
My nails dig into his shoulder as he hikes my legs higher around his waist, practically laying me back against the sink. His thrusts become harder and faster, every one forcing a gasping breath from me. My gaze finds his face as his cock pulses inside me, and I can’t look away as he throws his head back. The veins in his neck stand out as his mouth drops open, pure ecstasy washing over his features. He thrusts again, driving in hard and grinding his hips against mine as he floods me with his release.
“Theo!”
My body writhes in his grasp as the pleasure crests inside me. My pussy clenches hard around him, my breath coming in short bursts as I come too. Even as the waves of the orgasm begin to subside, I keep moving my hips against his, trying to draw out the connection, the feeling of perfect happiness and comfort.
These men and I could fuck each other to death and never be fully sated, I think blearily as Theo peppers my face with soft kisses.
He brings me back to an upright position and lifts me off the sink, his cock still buried inside me. Our chests are pressed flush together, and for a long moment, we just hold each other in an embrace so tight that not even a breath separates us.
I don’t want to let go. Not ever.
When he finally sets me back on the counter edge and pulls out of me, he seems as reluctant to separate as I am. Cum drips slowly down my inner thigh, and Theo grabs a wad of toilet paper and cleans me up gently.
He doesn’t seem able to resist crouching down and pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, then running his tongue teasingly over my clit, like he wants to taste himself on my skin.
When he finally straightens, he catches my chin in his hand and tilts my head up, kissing me deeply.
My fingertips graze over his ribs, and as we break apart, I look down at the ink that’s scrawled across his skin beneath my touch.
Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam.
I will either find a way or make one.
Chapter 13
After Theo and I emerge from the bathroom, my head feels a lot clearer. Telling a man you love him, hearing him say it back, and then fucking each other’s brains out can have that effect, I guess.
We meet up with the other two men in the living room, and I find out that while I was speaking to Dominic, Marcus transferred all the files over to their hacker.
Now we just have to wait.