Chasing After Him (6 page)

Theo

Her pink swollen pussy lips begged to be suckled, and her prominent
clit—goddamn, it called out for a little nibble. I wanted to bury my face between
her thighs, and my cock strained against my jeans, tight and ready to fuckin’
explode.

But, not on her command. Hell, no.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” My voice rasped the unintended words past the
groan rising inside me. “Spread out like a feast for me. Me alone.”

My balls ached, but I took my time dry-painting her smooth skin with
the feather and memorizing every freckle, down one leg and back up the other to
her slick pussy.

Charlene moaned and arched her back. “Please, Theo.”

“I’m going to lap up every trace of your creamy arousal. Fuck your pussy
with my tongue.”

She gasped for air, a sheen of sweat coating her skin as her head
tossed side to side. “Please.”

Her ragged whisper made me catch my breath. Temptation to rip off my
clothes and bury my cock into her hot sheath slammed into me, and I squeezed
myself through my jeans to calm the fuck down. Never had I wanted a woman so
much. The lust I’d felt for Sasha didn’t compare to my need for Charlene’s
petite body and driven spirit.

Fuckin’ gone on her.

The thought didn’t bother me one bit. She was the kind of woman I
needed, someone who would challenge me. Make me a better man. I’d give her what
she longed for regardless of my wants and my aching balls if it meant I stood a
chance of making her mine in six months’ time.

I hopped off the bed and shed my clothes. Charlene’s head turned in my
direction, tongue licking her bottom lip. My chuckle almost escaped.

Still too focused.

I’d brought a cup of ice cubes up with me and had set them on the
dresser by the door. A quick peek showed they’d melted a bit, but would work
for what I had in mind. Grinning, I ambled back toward the bed.

Charlene’s head lifted, and she tracked my movement although I’d
covered her gorgeous eyes tight.

I straddled her waist, and she released a low moan as my tight balls
caressed the top of her bare pussy. Chanting
focus
to myself non-stop, I held an ice cube over her breast in my
fist until it melted and a drop fell on her nipple.

She gasped and pressed her upper body into the mattress as I dripped
the cold water across her chest to her other breast. “That’s fucking
cold
.”

Still grinning, I touched the cube to the bottom of her chin and slid
it downward, water dribbling into the hollow of her throat. I swirled the ice
around one small breast, working my way inward to her large, pink areola and
the succulent hard nipple in its center. I topped the firm nub, lingering long
enough the ice melted.

I grabbed another cube to tease her other breast, and unable to help
myself, wrapped my lips around her cold nipple, my tongue flicking and
reheating the tight flesh.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, enticing a drop of pre-cum out of my cock.

A tremor of hot fuckin’ need rolled over me, and I moved down between
her knees. Spread wide open, her pussy contracted, dripping her cream down
between her ass cheeks. Jaw clenched, I slid the ice down across her mound,
circled her clit, and pressed the remaining bit up into her tightness.

 
“Holy
fuck
.” Charlene tilted her head back and swallowed. “You’re killing
me here, Theo. Please.”

I wrapped my hands around her ass and lifted her higher to lick a lazy
trail from her puckered hole to her clit. Her musk filled my nose, and my cock
leaked again. I lapped up every trace of her honeyed cream and moved upward
again to flick her extended clit with my tongue.

Her head thrashed from side to side, pants and groans giving me my
favorite kind of satisfaction found only from having a woman bound and in my
control. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to,” I said, caressing
her swollen nub with my hot breath.

“Bastard,” she moaned.

I closed my lips around the throbbing bundle of nerves and pulled it
taunt until it popped free.

“Please.” She turned her head sideways, pressing her cheek into my
pillow. “I need … I need to come.”

Another flick of my tongue to her clit, and I backed off. “Beg.”

“Goddamn you, Theo Risso.”

I bit back my chuckle and sucked her swollen lips into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” She ground her hips against my face, panting, mewing sounds
escaping her parted lips. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I asked, inhaling the sweet scent of her cream.

“
Please
let me come, Sir,”
she whimpered. “Please.”

Nothing better than a woman begging, but I changed my mind on having
her come in my mouth. I wanted her wet heat wrapped around me when I allowed
her to let go.

It took all of five seconds to slice through the ropes holding her ankles.
Another five, and I sheathed my cock in a rubber.

I flipped her over, twisting her bound arms above her head, and lifted
her hips. One thrust landed me balls deep in the tightest, sweetest pussy on
earth.

Charlene arched her back and cussed into my pillow as I pulled out and
slammed into her again. My ears buzzed, eyesight hazed with the fuckin’ need to
come.

Goddamn
.

I dug my fingers into her thighs and breathed deep, fighting for calm.
Another rock of my hips, and I knew there was no fucking way in hell I’d last
much longer.

“You have my permission to come, little lamb,” I said, reaching around
to pinch her clit.

She screamed and clamped down around my cock, her pussy spasms
demanding I give into the volcano brewing in my balls.
So much for drawing out her climax
. I slammed into her, my own
fuckin’ explosion bursting the back of my eyelids with fireworks enough to wow
any crowd.

Heaving for breath, I draped my upper body across her back. She sank to
the mattress beneath me as I buried my face in her hair.

I propped up on an elbow the second I caught my breath. “Are you all
right?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” A contented smile lifted the side of her mouth I could
see.
 

I lowered my head to kiss the corner of her plump lips, but caught
myself. “I’ll be right back,” I said against her earlobe instead.

She whimpered as I pulled out and climbed off the bed.

Before heading to the bathroom, I cut her arms free. She didn’t move.

“Sure you’re okay?” I asked again.

Her sigh rippled down her body. “Never better.”

Sated and relaxed … friendly neighbor Charlene Tucker and her tight,
round ass never looked so good. How the fuck I would survive the next six
months without having her in my bed every night, I wondered before turning away
from the vision of her limp, luscious body.

I took care of business and got a warm wet towel to clean up Charlene.
She still lay face down and didn’t do more than sigh as I wiped between her
thighs with gentle strokes.

She patted the bed when I finished.

More than anything, I wanted to distance myself, but she’d just been
tied up for the first time, and the Dom in me needed to make sure she was good
emotionally even though she hadn’t gone into subspace.

I stretched out beside her and pulled her into my arms, making sure her
head rested against my chest and not near my lips. “How do you feel?”

“Like a boneless, mindless lump of used up woman.”

Lazy and low, her voice had me grinning. “Once again, you succeeded in
getting what you wanted.”

“Hmm.” Charlene snuggled closer, her lips rubbing against the light
spattering of hair between my pecs. “Can I ask you something?” she asked just
as my cock considered another round.

I smoothed back the still-damp tresses of hair from her forehead. “Anything.”

“Earlier tonight you said something about being an emotional
distraction for me and not wanting to mess up my dreams.”

“I did.”

She tipped her head back, piercing me with her gaze. “Am I wrong to
think that if I had waited another six months to seduce you, you’d be diving in
head first?”

My gaze didn’t waver. “Without reservation.”

She reached up to run her fingers through my hair. “Kiss me, Theo.”

“No.”

Heat, and not the desire kind, kindled in her eyes. “We both know what
we want. Where we’re headed, so why are you being stubborn?”

I grabbed her hand from off my head and held it tight between us. “I
told you why.”

“You’re a hard-headed ass.”

I couldn’t help my damn chuckle. “So you’ve said.”

Charlene huffed and rolled away from me. Without a word, she strode
from my room, the sway of her ass bringing life back to my cock. I didn’t
bother following, but listened as she stomped down the stairs, and a minute
later, slammed my front door.

For the best,
I told myself, throwing an arm over my eyes
and struggling not to run after her.
Six
months from now, little lamb, I’m going to offer you a collar and you damn well
better accept.

Charlene

“Well?”

I pulled my cell away from my head at Livi’s screech and tried not to
laugh. “Well what?”

“It’s been three days.
Three
days and you’re killing me! Were you successful or not?”

“Yes. Kind of.”

“Ha!” I could imagine Livi’s fist pump as she laughed with glee. “I
knew it. Tell me everything.”

My face scrunched up. “Ew. No.”

“Tell!”

“I’m not going into details about your brother with you.”

Livi huffed. “Well did he at least admit to his feelings for you? When
are you moving in?”

“Not exactly, and I’m not.”

“What? How come?”

“After…” I waved my hand and sipped on my break-time coffee loaded with
creamer and sugar. “Afterward, I put my coat back on and went home.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled into my cell before yawning. “Just like that.”

“Hmm. So what’s your next plan of attack?” Livi asked.

“Working on it, but kinda tough to implement a damn thing since he
hasn’t been home since then.”

“He hasn’t been home in three days?”

“Not while I’ve been awake.”
 

“Huh.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Oh, I’d thought a few things. Like, how many
hours he’d spent at Chantelle’s and the one that pissed me off most—who he’d scened
with. My blood boiled with the need to scratch someone’s eyes out.

“So what are you going to do?”

I chewed on the inside of my lip. What I wanted to do was chase after
him again, make him string me up and set my mind free like I’d read about. It
hadn’t happened our first time together, but I’d been too damn focused on the
chase, getting my way, and finally being in his bed.

Theo could take me there if I allowed him to. I just needed the chance to
embrace his ropes, his soft touch and whispered words. A sweet shiver hardened
my nipples and dampened my panties.

I needed him. Needed to escape the drudgery of my life again.

I threw my empty cup in the trash and glanced at the clock. Five more
hours until I could go home. “I’ll figure something out. I always do.”

“If you’re going to Chantelle’s this weekend, I’m coming along.”

“Oh, no.” I strode across the waiting room. “Theo would kill me, and
the last thing I need right now is him pissed off.”

“I’m joining the club, regardless.”

I laughed and scanned my ID card, opening the ‘employee’s only’ door.
“Why? So you can write a story for the paper about sex clubs?”

“No.” She scoffed. “I want to see what the hoopla is all about.”

“Hoopla?”

“The excitement over mixing pain with pleasure.”

Snorted laughter hurt my nose. “Well, good luck with that, but I’ve got
other ideas. And, they don’t include Chantelle’s—or whips and chains thank you
very much.”

****

I didn’t escape for another eight hours, and as I pulled onto our
street, midnight drew near. Theo’s Cherokee sat in his driveway, all the house
lights off. Heaving a sigh, I trudged up to my front door and glanced over at
his side of the duplex again.

Theo said he slept like the dead. And, I knew where he hid the key to
his front door.

A grin dissolved my body’s weariness, and I hurried upstairs to shower
and shave.

Twenty minutes later, I let myself into his house, quiet as a mouse,
and tossed my wool coat atop his own on the back of a chair. In nothing but my
skin, I slipped up the stairs.

Theo’s bedroom door stood wide open, his snoring form bathed in the
street light’s beams slipping past the edges of his closed blinds. Although
chilly, I took my time examining his beautiful body. Arm overhead, his bulging
forearm muscle covered his eyes. A sculpted chest gave way to abs I couldn’t
wait to lick my way down. Damn blankets stopped my perusal.

Enough looking anyway.
I smiled.
Time to touch and taste.

I’d considered going straight for his lips and waking him like a male Sleeping
Beauty, but decided to get him hot and bothered before going in for the kill. I
pulled back the blankets and thanked God he slept naked.

A brief inhale of masculine musk, and I wrapped my lips around his
flaccid cock. He moaned and shifted his hips as blood rushed to thicken his
length. Within seconds, my mouth was full of his hard cock, my hand fondling
his balls.

“Charlene,” he mumbled while wrapping his hands in my hair.

If he was awake or dreaming, I didn’t have a clue, not that it
mattered. I gave him all I had—all I knew to do with my hands, lips, and
tongue. Hell, I even used my teeth the slightest bit, drawing a harsh “Fuck”
from his lips. Once Theo’s breath came in pants, I crawled up his body to
straddle his thighs.

He blinked in the dim light, lips parted and eyes taking a moment to
focus on my face.

“Wakey wakey.” I smiled and rubbed my wet folds along his hard length.

He groaned and grasped my hips, stilling me. “Holy
fuck
, I’ve never enjoyed being woken up so much in my life.”

I all but purred my satisfaction and leaned down to kiss him.

He turned his head and swallowed. “Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“We can’t do this.”

“We already are.”

Dark eyes dominated by black pupils latched onto mine, but they didn’t
spark with anger. “I can’t make you mine right now and ruin all you’ve worked
for.”

“Seriously, Theo.” I tried not to sound like I was scolding him and
ended up half-snorting the words. “What makes you think starting something is
going to ruin my becoming a pediatrician?”

“I plan on sleeping beside you every night.” He cupped my cheek in his
palm. “Waking up beside you every morning and making sweet love to you until
you cry out my name.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “Sounds like heaven to me.”

“And you’ll be late to work because I can’t keep my hands off your
body.” Theo shook his head. “I can’t do that to you. I won’t be the cause of
your ruined record.”

“You said I’m a stubborn woman.” Although I didn’t voice it as a
question, Theo nodded. “So what makes you think I’d
allow
you to make me late?”

“I’ll tie you up and make you surrender.”

“No way in hell will there be any tying up on mornings I have to go to
work.”

“What if I can’t help myself?”

I pushed his arms overhead and grasped his forearms without resistance.
“Then I’ll tie
you
up and take things
at my pace, giving me plenty of time to get to work.”

He chuckled. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”

I grinned down at him. “I do.”

Theo stared up at me, his inner war evident in the play of emotions on
his face and within his eyes. “I don’t trust myself,” he finally said. “We need
to wait.”

“No.” I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his and shifted my
hips, reminding him of the willing pussy within reach.

“Stop chasing me, little lamb,” he whispered, his body unmoving.

I exhaled across his lips and breathed in his sweet breath. “I’ll stop
chasing when you stop running.”

He clenched his eyes shut. “I hadn’t expected to fall so hard so fast,
but you mean too much to me—”

“You don’t trust yourself, but do you trust me?”

The liquid depth of his dark eyes latched on to me. “Yes.”

I ran the tip of my tongue along his lower lip.

“Goddamnit, Charlene,” he growled.

Within a breath, I lay on my back, pinned by his hard body, my arms
held overhead in one of his hands. “I’ve been dying to contort your body with
rope and string you from that ring in my ceiling. Tonight, little lamb” —he
cupped my cheek with his free hand and traced my lower lip with his thumb— “you’ll
give yourself to me. Every inch of your skin. Every corner of your mind.”

“Yes, Sir,” I all but moaned as a wave of need blasted through me,
prior topic of conversation melting away as images of being tied up in his
ropes burned my mind.

Theo climbed off the bed and stared down at me, his hard length
glistening from my pussy juices I’d rubbed against him. “On your feet, sub.”

I slid off the side to stand in front of him. His dark eyes peered into
mine, an array of emotions flitting—reservation, lust, and need beyond the
sexual gratification that lit my insides like the sun.

“See the ring in the ceiling?” he asked without taking his gaze off my
face.

I glanced up, scanning the smooth plaster until I found what he meant.
My tongue darted out to moisten my parched lips. “Yes.”

“Turn up the lights then stand beneath it. Eyes forward.”