His touches burned my skin with the kind of fire you don’t want to put out, because it’s too beautiful to be extinguished.
The first time I had felt it, I didn’t know where this would take me, where this would take us.
But the mystery of it all is something I cherished then, and cherish even now.
His tongue lands exactly where I want it, and I squirm under his touch, biting down on my hand to relieve the pressure and also hold back the moans that were due to escape my lips. He brings my leg up over his shoulder, in an attempt to spread me out further, so he could reach a deeper spot. His movements are slow and torturous at first, but then with my free hand I begin to tug on his hair so hard that I was afraid I might snap his neck, but I needed something to hold onto desperately.
“Shit,” he groans, as he pulls back a little, and goes to nip at the skin on my pubic bone, before dipping back down.
Or rather, after I push his head back down.
I can feel his lips tugging into a smile on me, and I tug on his hair a little tighter, so he can look up at me again.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Theo. So good.” I choke out, in between moans. His tongue flicked over my sex, creating the sweetest rhythm, and I rocked my hips back and forth to aid him in this way.
“Mhmm-”
“What was that?”
“More.”
His smirk is so dark and lustful and yet so victorious, as if he was a kid who had just earned a medal. He adds his fingers to the sensation, and begins to swipe them across the moisture, before suddenly slipping one in.
Which he hadn’t done that evening at the library.
I tried to hold back my whimpers, but I was so sore and it hurt quite a bit. I couldn’t imagine how painful sex would be at this point.
“Are you okay?”
I nod my head despite not really being okay at all, but as he reattached his tongue, the pleasure overwhelmed the pain, and I was able to adjust to his intrusion easily after that.
“I want you to come for me, Dove.”
I nod again, and seconds later I meet his wish, leaning forward in exhaustion, as he supports my weight by pressing his shoulders to my thighs. Once I was able to recollect myself, and steady my breathing, he stands back up and leans his forehead to mine.
“That was….”
“Yeah.” He chuckles, and this time refrains from sucking on his fingers like the last time, probably as to avoid receiving more attitude from me.
Just like that, he was able to make me forget the topic of our argument just minutes ago. This was something only he could do, take my mind elsewhere, to places of extreme desire and need, and hold me there for as long as possible, before bringing me back down to reality.
Only he could meet these needs, these cravings that ran so deep.
“We should probably get back,” I whisper, but when I’m pulled back into focus, I can hear faint cheers from around the stands and my face drops.
“Oh my god! It’s started! How long have we been here?”
“I forgot half time in America is shorter,” he attempts to lighten my mood, but when it doesn’t work, he continues,
“Dove, relax,” he laughs, “half time cheering is useless. No one pays attention.”
“Theo! This is my first ever cheer. The coach is going to kick me out!”
“I’ll handle the coach. Come, let’s go.”
As we made our way back to the front of the stands, everyone was so focused on the second half of the match that they thankfully didn’t see us come from the back.
“Coach, Williams. Hi,” he begins, and she turns around and shoots me a disappointed look, but when she sees Theo, she immediately tenses. How strange – a college student having this effect on a teacher is rare, but then again he’s Theo, so there really are no limits to how he was able to influence.
“Dove here had to take a really important phone call, and she didn’t hear the whistle. She’s good though, right?”
He stares right through her as if she is insignificant. And maybe to him, she was.
“O-of course! Dove, you did brilliantly today . You’ll be excused this time, but please, phone calls after games, okay?”
At this Theo shoots her a death glare, and she tenses again.
Wow, they must really respect their players around here – or perhaps just him. Something told me, he dominated the rest of the team too.
“I promise, it won’t happen again. I’m so sorry, coach,” I intervene, and she gives me a forced smile before she goes to talk to the girls.
“You didn’t have to be so rude, you know.”
“But I did, though. She wouldn’t have let you off if it wasn’t for me.” He shrugs, and waves at the goalkeeper before directing his attention back to me.
“Are you always used to getting your way? How did you even do that?”
“Again with the questions, Dove. I’m the captain of the team. Respect is a given.”
“You’re so arrogant,” I giggle, and shake my head slightly.
“Yeah, but you like it.” He grins, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at his usual cockiness.
I couldn’t believe I just sneaked off like that, with a guy nonetheless, and did something that felt so wrong and yet so right.
So taboo.
But he was breaking down my walls already – he had been since the day I met him.
He taught me that it was okay to live on the edge, or just to simply live.
Live for yourself, and do a couple of selfish things every once in a while.
Or very often, if you had a Theo to do it with.