The Dealmaker (Sex & Bonds 1)

She’s brave. Bold when she wants to be. She’s also soft. Vulnerable.

Scared.

That fucker who broke her heart—all the fuckers before him—they made her afraid.

I’m going to make her forget them and their bullshit for good.

Arcing my thumb over her bellybutton, I work my way higher with my hand and work my way lower with my mouth. I kiss her neck and cup her breast, pushing my thumb up over the bottom curve to find her nipple. My balls tighten.

“Theo,” she breathes, arching into my touch. Her thumb finds the slit on my head. She plays with the pre-cum there, swirling it over my tip slowly, carefully, like we have all the time in the world.

Like she gives a shit about how I feel. What I want.

This, honey.

She’s working her wrist again, movements more confident now, more rhythmic, and my eyes roll to the back of my head behind my closed eyelids.

She plays with my hair. She kisses my temple. I’m gripped by the sensation of falling. Not the jolt you get when you’re half asleep and you dream you fell down the stairs, but this dizzy, weightless drifting. A skydiver doing slow somersaults in the air. A feather finding its way back to earth.

I rock my hips, seeking more friction. At the same time I pull her shirt up. She lets me go for a second to take it off, and then she’s wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my mouth and pressing her body to mine. The hardened points of her nipples scrape against my chest. Her naked belly presses against mine.

So much skin, and still not enough.

My body pulsing in time to my wild heartbeat, I grab the little shorts she’s wearing with shaking hands and rake them over her hips.

No underwear. Jesus Christ.

She kicks off the shorts and parts her legs, bending her knee and resting it on my thigh. I grab it and sink my teeth into her bottom lip. Follow the curve of her hip with my hand. Bone, skin. Heat. She radiates it, this heat that invades my skin and lights up my chest. If I was fucked before, I’m wholly, irrevocably fucked now.

This is heaven.

Having her sigh as I roll her onto her back and cover her with my body, pressing kisses to her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her collarbone, is heaven. She’s spreading her legs again, curling her knees up around my hips. She’s welcoming me in, her hands gliding over my sides, fingers trailing ribbons of goosebumps in their wake.

Hunger spirals tight and hot up my shaft and lands with a blinding surge in my head. I’m going to come all over this girl if I’m not careful.

I take her face in my hand. “Look at me.”

She opens her eyes at the same time I do. My heart twists at the light in them. That softness, that roaring need.

I get it. I get it, and the fact that she’s feeling it too makes me wild.

Firming my grip on her jaw, I growl, “Now watch.”

“Okay,” she pants, nodding.

I kiss my way down her body. I suck on her neck—she arches into me, she likes that. I suck on her breasts. She moans, still arching. She likes that too.

Her likes are loud. I adore that. Means she’s not afraid to show me what she wants.

Hopefully means she’s not afraid with me.

I put my mouth on her stomach. Her hip.

I finally get where I’m going. She’s already spread wide. I can smell her arousal. Even in the darkness I can see how slick she is, how swollen.

Glancing up, I make sure she’s still watching me. She is.

“Good girl,” I say.

She digs a hand into my hair. “You be good to me.”

I never had any intention of being anything but the best she’s ever had. Blame it on the overachiever in me.

Eyes on hers, I settle my head between her legs. I put my palms on her thighs and spread her even wider. Then I lick her, a quick, sharp stroke of tongue from her back to her front, stopping just shy of her clit.

Her hips buck and her hand fists in my hair. I smile, her taste already in my mouth. She’s close.

She’s not going to come until I fuck her.

I glide my thumbs up the sides of her pussy, dipping one inside her. She’s biting her lip, she’s whispering my name.

Theo.

Teddy.

My heart skips a beat. I like it when she calls me that. I thrust my hips into the mattress, seeking relief as I’m gripped by a new surge of need, and the sheets give me just enough to have me growling against her slit.

I trace my tongue around the edges of her pussy, getting closer and closer to her clit but stopping just short.

“Why?” she moans.

“Trust me.”

Her eyes meet mine. I sink one finger inside her. Swipe the heel of my hand against her clit. She cries out, hips surging upward to melt against my mouth.