The Dealmaker (Sex & Bonds 1)

“Whoa whoa whoa.” Theo stills my hips with his other hand. “Hang on, honey. I’m almost done. You’re really delicate here, so we need to be careful.” He finally runs his fingertips over my clit and then my nearly bare lips. It’s an exquisitely soft, slow exploration, and I feel my eyes start to burn again.

Theo glides the razor front to back in one long, steady motion. I open my eyes just in time to see him bend his neck and kiss my clit. That’s it, I’m dead. I’m this close to coming. I’m clutching at his hair and pressing his mouth to my pussy and saying his name.

Not Theo. Teddy.

He looks up at me and smiles, his upper lip smeared with shaving cream. His eyes shine with a playful, happy glint, and my heart contracts.

He really does like it when I call him that.

“Teddy,” I repeat, wiping the shaving cream from his lip with my thumb. “You’re fucking adorable.”

“I know,” he replies, reaching down to give himself a lazy tug. Seeing his dick squeezed in his hand sends my pulse skittering. His gaze flicks to my pussy. “I think I’m done. Let me rinse you off to make sure.”

Wordlessly I reach behind me and unhook the shower head from its holder. “Use this.”

He grins, this wicked, handsome thing that makes my heart turn over, and he takes the shower head from me. “Looks fun.”

“It is.”

“Stay still,” he repeats before cupping the back of my knee with his free hand and tossing it over his shoulder. I hop on one leg, laughing, but Theo steadies me with a hand on my hip.

He aims the shower head at my center. I dip my pelvis down and back to give him more room to rinse me. My entire being trembles in anticipation.

The first stream of water hits me and I swear to God I think I really have died and gone to heaven. This is the sharpest, most delicious need I’ve ever experienced. Theo holds the shower head just far enough from my pussy to make me writhe against him. I throw my head back and revel in the surge of heat between my legs, and the pressure of the water hitting me combined with the pressure inside my veins creates fireworks that dance along my spine and gather in my clit. An orgasm looms just out of reach.

Theo’s done rinsing me off. Now he’s stroking me, tenderly exploring my newly exposed skin, and he holds the water closer to my clit while he slips the tip of a finger inside me. I arch my back and say his name—Teddy, fuck you, this is so good—and that’s when he captures my clit in his mouth and gives it a hard, quick suck.

I’m pulled under. The orgasm rips through my core, tearing my body to shreds as it pounds against the door of my defenses. It’s rude and demanding and I know, even in the midst of it, there’s no coming back from this. I’m ruined. I’m done.

I’m marked by a man who knows what he’s doing—who knows me—and it’s overwhelming in the best, best way.

I’m shaking by the time the shockwaves subside.

Shaking, and yet still hungry for more.

Theo is smiling as he rises to his feet. He sets the shower head back in its holder, and the spray hits us as he gathers me in his arms and presses a kiss to my temple. I close my eyes and soak in the moment: his heartbeat against mine. The slick feel of his skin beneath my palms. The solid slope of his shoulder, providing the perfect place to rest my head.

It’s all so perfect I could die.

But I’ve already died my little death, and it’s Theo’s turn. His cock presses eagerly against my belly, and while I’d love to fuck him, I’d also love to show him how “scary good” I am at giving head.

So I kiss his neck and murmur, “Stay still.”

I loosen my grip on him and he does the same, allowing me to trail my hands down his sides, his hips, as I lower myself onto my knees. The tile bites into my bones, but I hardly feel it with Theo’s thick cock bobbing in my face.

His dick is pretty, a solid shaft covered in velvety pink skin. It’s topped by a well-proportioned head with a sweet little slit on the underside. He’s heavy with need and hot to the touch. I wrap a hand around him and feel the throb of his pulse.

Glancing up, I see his forehead’s scrunched up and his lips are parted, eyes heavy-lidded and full. Water spills over his face and down the slope of his nose. I blink when it lands on my face and smile.

“I want to learn you too,” I say, giving him the same slow tug he gave himself earlier. “Tell me what you like.”