Color Me Pretty: A Father's Best Friend Romance

“Della, now isn’t the right time.”

My hands found his waist, resting there instead of lingering like I wanted them to. My lips remained where they were, the light kiss no more than a chaste gesture that I’d done at my father’s funeral. Except, the kiss between us now wasn’t a kiss goodbye. His eyes closed for only a moment before his hand finally came down and cupped my cheek, moving away enough to look down at me fully.

“Theo? I need…” Swiping the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip, I exhaled heavily and fisted his shirt in my palms. “I don’t know.”

His thumb caressed my jaw. “What don’t you know? Tell me what I can do.”

My lips rubbed together before I caught his eye again. I whispered, “I don’t know anything anymore.” My hoarse words made him pull me back into him and rest his chin on top of my head as I curled tightly into the body he was offering me.

I heard heels behind us and figured it was his secretary, Abigail. With my back turned, I could only guess that the abrupt stop was from her seeing us like this, wrapped up in one another and not caring. Maybe we should have. I was sure Theo did since he was the one hesitant to take this step so publicly, and while I did try to understand his predicament, it didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

When the heels turned and faded down the hall after a click of the door, no words spoken verbally between them, long fingers ran through my hair until I tipped my chin up to see if he was looking at me. Drawing my bottom lip into my mouth and nibbling, I felt his cock hardening in his slacks between us.

“Della…” His voice was hoarse with a warning that I didn’t listen to. I could tell his defenses were down too as I rolled my hips into his length until a hearty groan rose from his throat. I wasn’t sure which one of us made the move first, but eventually our lips were pressed against each other’s and his tongue parted my lips as my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and yanked him down toward me to close the height distance. He tasted like liquor and tobacco and I hated it and loved it because I loved him. So much. And I needed this even more than I needed anything else.

“Please,” I said against him as his hands found my butt and gripped me as the kiss deepened. My head was tilted back as he took over, the kiss controlling but soft and slow and torturous as he started walking backwards, my feet on his like we were dancing until he was sitting on the edge of his desk. The grip on my backside tightened as he pressed me into him, letting me feel how badly he wanted me, and I did the first thing I could think of.

I dropped to me knees.

“Fuck,” he hissed as I undid his belt, popped open his dress pants, and slowly unzipped him. The bulge I was met with was impressive but not as much as when I took him out of the tight briefs that were tented. “Della, you don’t have to—”

Before he could finish, the head of his cock was in my mouth and his words were cut off by a strangled curse. His palm found my hair as I rose higher on my knees and took him further into my mouth, letting my tongue glide down the underside of him until he was cursing and panting and gripping my head until my hair stung.

“Della,” he whispered breathily, head tipping back when I looked up at him. I gagged when I took him further, my eyes watering when he started thrusting into my mouth like he needed more. He was so hard, so big, that it hurt my jaw, but I loved the twinge of pain and the ache that settled between my thighs because of the way he twitched and throbbed in my mouth. “No more, baby girl. You need to stop.”

I withdrew with a pop, what he called me taking me by surprise, before looking at him with pinched brows. “Did I—”

“Walk around my desk, take off your jeans, and spread your legs, sweetheart.” His demand turned my blood into molten lava.

Doing as he said, I rose, toying with the snap and zipper of my own pants before walking around his desk and watching him prowl toward me with a hungry look on his face. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me toward him in a rough kiss that had me moaning into his mouth as he trailed his hands to the denim still covering me and yanking down my jeans until they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them as one of his palms cupped over my center, feeling how hot and wet I was already from his words and presence alone.

His fingers danced over my panties, teasing me as his teeth grazed my neck and nipped just above my pulse. Flattening his tongue over the same spot as he breathed me in, I silently willed his fingers to dip under the cotton covering my core and touch me where I needed him.

“Theo,” I whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders, and digging my nails into him. “Touch me, taste me, anything. Please?”

I felt his smile against my neck as he moved down my body until his mouth was over my breast, still covered by a t-shirt and flimsy bra. His free hand palmed the one his mouth wasn’t latched onto as he bit into me, causing my hips to shoot forward into his hand. He palmed me slowly, one of his fingers dipping under the hem of my panties and running up and down the seam of my lips until I was begging him to do something more.

I moved one of my hands down to show him exactly what I wa

nted, trailing to meet his touch, and guiding one of his fingers inside of me while my thumb played with my clit. My head dropped backward as I silently moaned, trying so hard to keep quiet as he added a second finger. Opening my legs a little wider, I looked at him as he watched our hands ready me.

“Theo,” I whispered, keeping his fingers in a needy rhythm until I could hear my wetness with every thrust of his digits. “I need you inside me. Taking me. Filling me. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he repeated.

I would have done anything if it meant feeling him inside of me instead of his fingers. I nodded, helping him drag down my panties until they joined my jeans on his office floor. He picked me up and set me on his desk, spreading my legs and stepping between them. His clothes were still on save the pants that were down low enough to keep his impressive length free. He gripped it and gave it a few tugs before kissing me again like he meant it, like he was telling me everything I needed to hear without words themselves, before lining himself up and surging inside fast and hard, his breath hot and heavy on my lips as I tried matching his speed.

My fingernails sliced into the skin of his neck as his cock hit me in the perfect place with every move. He held my thighs open, spreading me wider, even though I wanted to wrap my legs around him as he drove into me over and over. This Theo was hungry, and I loved it, got lost in it, as I bit into his bottom lip as he adjusted the angle and took me deeper.

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” I chanted heavily when the wet sound we made together filled the room. There was no way people couldn’t hear us, no matter how hard I tried keeping quiet by biting my lip. Theo changed pace suddenly, slowly rolling into me like he was trying to prove something.

I didn’t like it, my protest slipping past my lips in a frustrated tone. “Faster.” I was overheated and needy and couldn’t stand him going so slow. I reached behind him and grabbed his toned glutes, pulling him harder into me to try building back up to what was going to make me explode around him.

He circled his hips, making me gasp loudly until speckles of white hit my eyes when he drew back and did it again.

And again.

And again.