The Guy on the Right (The Underdogs 1)

He adds another finger, cupping the entirety of my sex, leaning forward in his seat to drive them deeper.

“Theo, hurry,” I murmur, lost in his touch.

He steers with one hand while driving me out of my mind with the other. The friction of his palm causing me to start quaking next to him. I feel so out of control I grind against his hand. My orgasm close.

He slows his fingers and shakes his head. “Not yet.”

“Theo!”

“Fuck,” he groans, taking another turn and parking at the curb.

We collide over his console with weeks of pent-up sexual tension playing out through our tangled tongues. We’re both so out of control that I can’t tell who’s moaning what. Hands grappling, I cover his thick, stone cock in his pants and he jerks at the contact.

“We’re only a minute away,” he says as I bite his bottom lip.

“I can’t wait.”

“Laney—”

“Please, Theo, touch me.”

“Damn,” he says, slipping his hand under my dress before moving my panties to the side and pushing his fingers into me. I damn near scream in his mouth in welcome.

Shaking in his hold, he plunges his tongue as he twists his fingers, running them along my G, back and forth until I detonate when he strokes my clit with this thumb. Crushing his mouth to mine, he captures the first of my orgasm on his tongue and then breaks our kiss to watch me come apart, my breath leaving in short gasps. He grips my chin and savors every second while his fingers milk every ounce of pleasure from me. Covered in sweat, I sink back into my seat spent as he pulls his soaked fingers from my panties and runs one of them along his bottom lip before licking it clean. It’s so damn sexy, I can’t resist pulling him in for another kiss. He delivers, thrusting slowly, intensely, all the while re-stoking my fire.

Lifting the hand he just pleasured me with, I kiss his palm repeatedly, and then turn it over and press and hold my lips to the back of it. He pulls it away to cup my cheek, reading my thoughts as I sit stunned in my seat. “Hold on, Laney,” he murmurs before kissing me chastely on the mouth and adjusting back in his seat to drive.

I gaze at him in a stupor as he takes the two streets to get to his house. Thankfully the driveway is empty, and I’m grateful for the privacy.

He exits the car and comes to my side, offering me his hand. Stepping out into the cool air, I lean into him, my forehead against his shoulder. We both know what’s about to happen, and some part of me still fears the after, no matter how incredible the moment feels. I want more, but I would rather go without than lose him. It’s fear that has me shaking in his arms. I’ve never felt so much in my life at once. Passion, lust, fear, ache, need, hope.

He again reads my thoughts, his voice gruff with want. “We don’t have to. I would never ask—”

“Theo,” I say on a plea, pulling him tightly to me. He kisses my temple before he leads me through the front door and up his stairs.

Laney

The door closes behind me, and I stand in the middle of his bedroom at the foot of his bed. I’m so turned on there’s no way to play it off like he doesn’t have this paralyzing effect on me. No man has ever looked at me the way he did after he kissed me. Silent behind me, I move to face him but am stopped by a gentle hand pushing the hair away from my neck just before his lips descend. Moaning, I sink into his hold as he gently trails his soft kiss and tongue covering every inch of my neck from one side to the other. He takes his time as I rub my thighs together, the throb between becoming unbearable.

“Theo,” I murmur as he continues to lick and suck, the pressure slowly increasing until I’m swept up in his worship, my legs useless beneath me. “I-it’s too quiet, and I have a feeling I’m about to get loud.”

“We’re alone.”

“I know…but still.”

His chest hits me from behind as he exhales a chuckle that causes an eruption of goosebumps across my chest and down my arms. “Hold on. Don’t move.”

“No chance of that,” I whisper, my voice unrecognizable. I can still feel his touch, everywhere.

In seconds light music fills the air, and he’s back, his grip tighter, as he resumes his seduction. He’s playing me perfectly as he gently pulls at my skin with his teeth before he soothes his soft bite with the eager laving of his tongue. I’m so wet I would be embarrassed if I couldn’t feel the hard bulge at my back. He brushes his stiff length along the small of it, and I moan in response as he bites the side of my neck, gripping my hair and gently pulling to open me further.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss this neck for so long,” his words come out in a hungry rush as he lifts my dress, cupping me while pressing his cock in harder, “this is always hard, just from wanting you.” He slips a finger inside my panties and slides the pad of it along my clit, twisting my neck back to claim my mouth. Tongues dancing, he expertly toys with my center, rubbing me with the perfect amount of pressure so that I’m whimpering in his mouth. And then he’s on his knees, taking off my boots, one by one before sliding warm hands up my thighs. His lips are everywhere, on my calves, the skin on the back of my knees before trailing to the tops of my thighs, and then I feel his breath between my legs a second before he places a tongue-filled kiss to my clit. My knees go weak as he works beneath my dress, licking me over my panties with mastered precision, my heart thundering as another orgasm builds.

“Theo.”

He moves my panties to the side a breath before I feel the long swipe of his tongue.

“Theo!”