Page 55 of All Bets Are Off

“Yes, just like that, Hails,” Theo grunts, resting his forehead against mine as his shallow breaths warm my face.

Now he’s the one grabbing my clothes. He tears off my shirt, then smoothly unhooks the clasp of my bra. My breasts fit perfectly in his hands, and his lips trail down the flushed skin of my neck, over my collarbone, until they close around one of my nipples. I throw my head back with a small moan at his gentle bite.

“Lie down,” he instructs.

I do exactly as I’m told. I expect his body to follow mine, but it doesn’t. Instead, Theo steps off the bed, readjusting his sweatpants, and I watch him nervously. Has he changed his mind?

An involuntary gasp escapes my mouth when he suddenly grabs me by my ankles and physically drags me to the edge of the bed in one swift tug, his bicep muscles bulging. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off, removing my panties along with them, leaving me completely bare on the bed in front of him. I feel so self-conscious all of a sudden. There are too many lights on in here.

“Mmm,” he hums in appreciation. His eyes darken with desire and he drops to his knees at the foot of the bed. Goosebumps flare over my skin when he runs his hands down my legs. “I want to make you feel good, Hails. Can I?”

With my neck craned to look at him from this angle, I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed. It’s such a heated, intimate moment, and I’m worrying about the practicalities of our sexual health. “Are you . . . Um . . . Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, you don’t have anything to worry about, but I don’t expect you to take my word for it without showing you my—”

“I take your word for it,” Theo interrupts. “You also don’t have anything to worry about. I was tested last month. I have a copy of my results on my phone. Would you be more comfortable if I showed you them first before we go any further?”

I shake my head with a smile of relief. I hate having this conversation, but apparently it’s only ever assholes I’ve been with previously who roll their eyes and scoff as though I’ve ruined the moment when I’m only trying to protect us both. But Theo, despite being younger than me, displays that emotional maturity of his once again, and it makes me crave him more. He never makes me feel uncomfortable. He communicates, and that’s a sparkly, neon green flag in a man if I’ve ever seen one.

“I trust you,” I tell him. “And thank you for not making me feel weird for worrying.”

Theo’s devilish smirk returns. “Thank me in five minutes when I’ve made you come,” he says, and my eyes widen at such words coming from Addy’s brother’s mouth, directed at me. I squeeze my eyes shut and lay my head back. Stop thinking about Addy right now, Hailey, seriously.

Theo pushes my knees apart and I stare up the ceiling as my heart ricochets inside my chest, equal parts excited and terrified. He kisses my thighs as he guides my legs to rest over his shoulders, and the more he builds the tension, the more desperate for him to touch me I become. I’m nearly bursting at the seams, feeling him so close yet so far.

“Theo,” I groan.

“Don’t rush an artist,” he says, lips caressing my hip bone.

“Touch me.”

“Touch you like this—” his hand innocently travels the length of my leg “—or like this?” The warmth of his mouth presses against me, his tongue flattening over my clit, and I flinch. I’m so swollen, so sensitive, but finally feeling his wet mouth releases a wave of relief through my entire body.

“Ohh,” I breathe, closing my eyes.

Theo hooks his arms around my thighs to hold me steady. His tongue teases my clit as he slips a finger inside of me, and I squirm on the bed, fighting the mounting pleasure. He takes his time as he devours every inch of me with his mouth, licking, sucking, biting. I stretch a hand down to run my fingers through his hair, but soon I’m pulling lustfully on the ends. My other hand squeezes my breast, the toying of my nipple adding to the pleasure.

“Can you take more?” Theo asks, and I don’t know what sound I manage to grunt in between my whimpering moans, but he understands it as the intended yes. He pumps two fingers inside of me now, and I steal a glance down at him.

He senses me watching, because his blue eyes dart up to meet mine and he licks his lips. “You don’t have to be shy with me, Hails. What do you like? How can I get you there?”

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I blurt out in between frantic breaths, and I’m not even shy at this point. I’m wildly desperate for release. “But maybe a little faster with your mouth? And deeper with your fingers.”

Theo isn’t offended by my instructions. His face disappears back between my thighs and he follows my commands perfectly, his fingers pushing deeper inside of me, his tongue flicking my clit quicker than before.

Oh my gosh.

I can’t bear it anymore. I’m so close. My body is practically bucking on the bed and I nearly tear fistfuls of his hair straight out of his scalp. As the pleasure tears through me, a loud gasp fills the room and I nearly crush his entire head between my thighs, so overwhelmingly sensitive that suddenly every sensation hurts. I’m left panting, my vision blurred with stars.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Theo says as he extricates himself from between my legs. He rejoins me on the bed, lying on his side next to me, trailing a finger down the center of my breasts as I take a minute to catch my breath. “Hi, Hails.”

When I turn my head to look at him, something primal and instinctive comes over me. I slip my hand around the soft nape of his neck and pull his lips to mine, tasting myself on him. I swing my leg over his body, straddling him and feeling his cock press against me. I rock my hips teasingly back and forth as I kiss him fiercely, almost chaotically.

I never curse. Like, ever. But I kind of have an alter ego in the bedroom, and before I know it, I’m hissing against the corner of Theo’s mouth, “Can you fuck me, too? Please?”

“It’s always the shy ones,” he says, biting my lower lip as his hands grab my ass. Effortlessly, he lifts me off him and sets me back down on the bed as he stands up. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I watch him get undressed, and I really, really like what I see.

Kissing his way back to my mouth, Theo’s body hovers over mine, and my desire to feel him becomes overpowering. I arch my back, pressing my chest up against his and raking my hands down his back. He eases the tip of his cock inside of me, pausing to gauge my response, but all he gets out of me is another one of my usual eye rolls—though this time, for very different reasons. He’s biting my neck, his breathing heavy. When he pushes in all the way, I dig my nails into the back of his shoulder blades and groan in satisfied arousal.

“You feel so good, Theo,” I tell him, and I couldn’t care less if I stroke that big, fat ego of his. The raw fullness of his cock feels incredible and I won’t even deny it—he’s the most perfect fit.