Page 100 of Until The Lights Go Out

My fingers tugged at his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut briefly at the touch, a tiny crack in his composure that made my chest ache. A groan from him vibrated through me. I gave a tug, and his eyes snapped to me.

“You’re too good at this,” I whispered breathlessly, sinking my head back into the mattress and letting my body go, letting all the threads loose. Heat gathered and throbbed between my legs as he moved. Theo knew exactly how to use his body. The pace and control he had over me in this moment only made the sensations burn brighter. Higher and higher he wound me up until my skin was tingling with pleasure, my release so close now I could taste it. He teased me, again and again until⁠—

“Theo—” I gasped out, screaming his name as my orgasm crept closer and closer. I couldn’t keep still, kept squirming under him. “Theo, fuck!”

“Let go, baby, let go,” he encouraged. I squeezed my legs around his neck hard, making him groan. I needed more, needed more of him touching me, needed him to fill me. I shot up at the realization, and he paused, looking up at me with glazed-over eyes and a thumb rubbing over his bottom lip.

“No, Theo, I need you. I need you now.” Suddenly my voice was stern and demanding, because I thought I might die without getting more. I loosened my legs around his neck and reached out a hand, tugging him toward me.

“Touch me,” I whispered, breath catching as his hand slid up my thigh.

“Already am, Red,” he murmured, lips brushing my thigh as he shifted up my body. “What else do you need, baby? It’s yours.” I blinked up at him, stunned at the shift in his voice—deeper, darker. His gaze was so sharp with heat, it made my stomach clench in anticipation.

“I need you everywhere.” I was gasping between words, my own hand slipping between my thighs and stroking up and down, too needy to stop myself. I had never actually climaxed with anything but my vibrator before. No man had ever succeeded, and plenty of my fake-gasped orgasms could attest to that. But it was so different with Theo. I felt so desperately sure he could do it. I needed him so deeply I could melt right here.

“But—” I paused, about to admit the truth, feeling the uncertainty of admitting it out loud. “I’ve never…”

“What, baby?” Theo asked, his arms snaking around my waist, keeping us close. I blushed under his gaze looking down. His eyes zeroing in on my own fingers still moving at a languid pace. “Oh,” he said as it dawned on him. “I can fix that.”

“Oh?” I looked up, shocked at his confidence.

“Mmhm.” He smirked. “But first, show me.”

“Show you?” I asked, blushing again.

“Yes, Red. Show me what you like, show me how you make yourself come.”

“Well—”

“Have you before?”

I nodded.

“Good, but only by yourself?”

I nodded again.

“Then show me, teach me what you like.” He nodded, encouraging me to keep moving. My fingers circled my bud of nerves faster now, with more friction, rough and harsh, slowing down and letting myself breathe before picking up speed again. My eyes screwed shut with pleasure.

“Oh—” The word slipped out in a groan before I could stop myself, I bit my lip trying to suppress more.

“Let me hear you.” Theo’s hands explored my sides, one drifting under my breast and squeezing gently. I let out another gasp, unable to help myself, and moved my fingers over my clit, faster and faster.

“That’s it baby, that’s it,” he praised me. His lips dipping down and kissing up my middle made chills erupt on my skin again. One hand trailed up, pushing my bra up. He found my nipple blindly as he covered my body in kisses and painfully dragged his fingers around it before he squeezed.

“Oh, fuck!” I let out, feeling the orgasm building bigger and bigger. “Yes, fuck, yes Theo, do that again,” I demanded. He did as he was told, rubbing circles and squeezing before I felt his wet lips on my nipple, tongue swirling around. Squeezing my eyes shut, stars invaded my vision. I felt my orgasm climb and climb until everything erupted.

“So beautiful, such a pretty girl,” he murmured against me. He held me as I rode it out, his lips finding mine again and kissing so slowly, letting me melt into him. He rolled to the side, pulling me with him. I rearranged myself, pulling my bra down under my breasts rather than shoved above them and readjusting the hoodie that never came off before curling into his waiting arms.

“That was—” I said into the silent room. I felt the haze of tiredness wash over me, post-orgasm bliss and all that.

“Yeah,” Theo agreed, kissing my forehead and making my heart swell. I released a deep sigh and propped up on my elbow, hovering over him.

“Theo?” I asked gently.

“Yeah, baby?” A drunk smile on his lips. God, he was so beautiful like this, free from every pressure of the world. I traced a hand over his stomach, down and down, watching the shivers on his skin appear after my touch.

“My turn.” I smirked, dipping a hand under his sweatpants. He froze under me.