T H E O G R A Y

THE ELEVATOR is painfully slow.

Or maybe that's just my stupid cock talking-because it still refuses to calm the hell down, even after the mind-blowing release in the damn pool. Sure, we both got off. It should've been enough. But try telling that to the hard length still pressing against the front of my soaked shorts.

It had started to dry a little while we stood there, making out like we had no concept of time, or self-control until She insisted we head back to our room.

Soph had only gotten better at kissing-each swipe of her tongue against mine was more confident, more addictive. Like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

She's currently standing beside me, looking completely normal-like she didn't just make me lose my mind ten minutes ago. But I know better. I feel it in the way her arm brushes mine. The way her chest subtly rises and falls. We're both seconds away from losing it again. But we can't.

We're both trying our best not to pounce on each other, mainly because I'm 99% sure there are security cameras watching us right now, and I really don't need a tape of us fucking in this space and showing up in some bored guard's breakroom.

Even though... goddamn, that does sound like a fun idea.

Except Soph would absolutely murder me. Slowly. And probably never talk to me again.

Still-angry sex after that?

I clench my jaw, trying to stop my mind from spiraling further. I've always wondered what angry sex felt like. People say it's freaky as hell, full of teeth and nails and things you probably apologize for afterward. I don't know if Soph is that kind of girl. She's soft. Sweet.

She can't possibly like that kind of sex.

But then again, the way she begged in the water...

I shut my eyes and exhale slowly through my nose.

We haven't even had sex yet, and here I am already thinking of the next round.

"What are you thinking about?" Soph mutters beside me, and I glance at her. She's staring straight ahead at the elevator doors, cheeks flushed and wet hair clinging to her neck.

I almost scoff at her question.

"You," I say simply, because I can't very well admit I was picturing myself on my knees, spreading her legs and tasting her until she couldn't think straight.

Her hand suddenly finds mine, fingers intertwining, and I grip it instantly.

"Same," she murmurs, her nose brushing against my jaw like she needs to at least touch me.

Fucking torture.

I exhale through my nose, eyes closing for a second. "This elevator should fucking move faster," I mutter. My body shudders when I feel her lips press against my jaw, trailing lower to my neck-then she bites, just enough to make me groan.

"Fucking hell, Soph. Who taught you this?"

I feel her smile against my skin. "No one, actually. I've just been wanting to try it."

She keeps kissing down my neck and fuck, I love it. Forget what I said about her not being a little freaky-she's proving me wrong all over again.

Then I feel her hand slide down from my chest to my abs, creeping lower, and I snap my eyes open, catching her wrist just in time.

"The cameras, Soph," I say, trying to sound sane even when the devil in me is begging to let her finish what she started.

Her eyes are hazy with lust, pupils blown wide, and the fact I had to stop her makes it so much harder.

Then-ding. The elevator finally opens.

Before I can say a word, she grabs my wrist and pulls me out.

Fucking sexy.

No one's in the hallway. We're walking fast-fast enough to be a damn sprint. Our phones are still off-her idea, and honestly, thank God for it.

We reach our suite and she unlocks the door with the key. The second we're inside, she turns and grabs me, and we go completely feral. Hands everywhere. I hear the distinct sound of her heels flinging across the room, and I'm pretty sure my head drops to chase her lips.

I kick the door shut behind me as my hands roam this absolute vixen.

"I need you, Theo," she moans when my lips trail along her jaw. Her hands are already working my belt as she walks backward.

I follow, and the second her legs hit the edge of the bed, she falls onto it, pulling me over her.

I pull back just long enough to strip off my pants, leaving only my shorts then I remove my suit jacket and start on my shirt. Soph sits up and kisses me again, her fingers replacing mine on the buttons like she needs to be the one undressing me.

"Soph," I mutter, sliding my hands under her gown, ready to peel it off her body-until she suddenly pulls back.

"What's wrong?" I ask, breathless, pausing mid-motion.

"Would it be weird if I said... we should turn off the light?"

I frown, confused. "A little. But... why?"

Then I remember-she said the same thing that night in her room, when I was exploring her body.

Her lips bite together and I stare down at them for a second before looking back up at her. My voice softens.

"Talk to me, love."

She hesitates. "I... know we did some things back at the pool but the thing is..." She trails then stops.

"Is..."

"I... I'm a little self-conscious about my hips. They're not exactly... you know, sexy material."

She's joking right?

I almost laugh-but the look on her face kills it. She's dead serious, and more than that... she looks worried.

My hands slide down to her hips instinctively, and grip it, tight.

She gasps, eyes flying to mine, but I don't let up.

"These hips..." I murmur, staring straight into her soul, "drive me fucking insane, Soph."

She doesn't say a word. Just looks at me like she doesn't believe it.

And that pisses me off in the worst way possibly

I lower my mouth to her ear, my hands still firm on her hips, and I whisper, "Let me show you how insane you make me." Her body shudders but I feel her nod.

I smile and kiss her. It's slow at first-then deeper, rougher, until I feel her fingers sliding into my hair and then down to my neck, dragging me closer than ever before. My control slips like water through my fingers and I let her fall back onto the bed, my body following hers.

I slide her dress up carefully, savoring the feel of her skin under my palms, and then off completely, tossing it somewhere behind me without taking my eyes off her.

"Fucking beautiful," I murmur, my voice thick with hunger, as I stare down at her like she's the last thing I'll ever get to touch.

She's lying beneath me, breathing like the very air around her's turned too thick to handle. Her chest rises and falls like waves I'd happily drown in, and when her hips arch up instinctively-pressing against mine-I can't hold back the low growl that rumbles in my throat.

Then I feel it.

No underwear.

"It's... in my purse," she murmurs and I look back at her, watching how flustered she looks. "I didn't want us to waste time."

"Fuck Soph." I crash my lips against hers, unable to hold back anymore. My hand slides behind her, unclipping her bra with ease, and I toss it aside before I even have the chance to admire her fully.

God, she's beautiful.

I kiss her jaw, down her neck, not stopping. I lick, nip, mark-leaving proof that this night happened. That she's mine. At least right now, she is.

"Oh, Theo," she whimpers, and it's the kind of sound that makes my entire body burn.

I cup her breast gently, worshipfully, before I lean in and take her nipple in my mouth. Her back arches and I groan against her skin, flicking my tongue just the way she seems to love. My other hand rolls her second nipple between my fingers, remembering how she lost control in the pool when I did the same thing.

She does it again-gasps and cries out my name, hands tangled in my hair like she never wants me to leave. And hell, I don't want to.

Every sound she makes travels straight through my cock. I can feel the ache throb low in my stomach. I want her-bad-but not just to have her. I want her to feel what she does to me. What she means to me.

I kiss lower, slowly, savoring every inch of her skin, and my hands slide down her sides until they find the curve of her hips again.

God, these hips.

I spread her thighs and settle between them, my hands gripping those perfect curves like they were carved just for me.

I spread her thighs and settle between them, my hands gripping those perfect curves like they were carved just for me.

"Do you still think your hips aren't sexy?" I whisper, trailing kisses along the inside of her thighs.

Her lips part, breath shaky. Her fingers tremble where they clutch the sheets.

"Do you?" I ask again, staring straight into her eyes.

She shakes her head quickly, voice breathless. "No... I don't."

"Good." I bury my head between her legs and taste her like I've been dying to, and when she gasps and tries to close them, I grip those perfect hips and pull her closer, locking her legs over my shoulders.

"You're not going anywhere," I whisper, voice rough with all the love and madness she's pulled out of me.

"Let me wreck you a little more, love."

My lips dive back in like I'm starving-because with her, I am.

Every breath, every tremble from her body feeds something wild in me, something I don't want to control. I give her everything-my mouth, my tongue, my hands gripping those incredible hips like they're the anchor keeping me grounded.

Her thighs tighten around me, and I know she's close. God, I know.

She gasps, high-pitched and desperate. "More, Theo... more..."

She's thrusting into my mouth like her body's trying to take over, like even she can't believe how good she feels. The sound of her voice-so soft, so raw-makes me growl against her, and she whimpers when she hears it.

I squeeze my cock through my pants, trying to calm the fire in me. But it's impossible when she tastes like heaven and moves like she wants to possess my soul.

I go deeper, faster, until she's crying out, her fingers tugging at my hair like she's falling apart. I look up and meet her eyes-wide, glassy, wild with pleasure.

And then she says it. Like a breath she's been holding in.

"Theo... I want..." she gasps, hips rising up. "I want your cock. Theo."

My body stills. My heart lurches.

I slowly pull back, licking my lips as I rise to my knees. Her brows furrow in confusion, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

"What's...?"

"Condom," I mutter, running a hand through my hair. I slide off the bed and stride to my bag. My hands shake slightly as I unzip the small side pocket, pulling out a pack.

When I turn, she's sitting up slightly, eyes full of amusement and heat.

"You brought it here?" she asks, a teasing smile forming on her lips.

I smirk. "I hoped this would happen."

I climb back on the bed, and she falls back with a quiet laugh. My mouth crashes into hers, hungry again. Our bodies tangle like magnets-too close to separate now.

I kiss down her neck again, slow, soft, like I'm savoring the last piece of chocolate, letting her feel how serious I am. My hand brushes her cheek and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear as I whisper against her lips, "Are you ready, Soph?"

She nods, but it's not enough.

"I need to hear it, baby," I murmur, my voice low and thick with want. "Tell me you want this."

She doesn't answer right away. Instead, she shifts over me, her warm, bare skin sliding against mine until she's straddling my hips, her thighs bracketing me. Her breath ghosts over my face as she settles, and I can feel every inch of her-the heat between us unbearable in the best way.

My hands slide down her waist, memorizing the curve of her body before settling on the soft, bare skin of her ass. I grab her firmly, guiding her closer because I need her-need her touch, her body, her everything.

She lets out a soft sound, hips instinctively rolling as she grinds down, and fuck - I feel it. The full, slick glide of her heat against my cock as it presses between her folds. It's not even inside her yet, and I'm already on the edge of losing my damn mind.

She leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss-deep and hungry-stealing the breath right out of my lungs. Her body presses flush to mine, her breasts warm against my chest. When she finally pulls back, her nose brushes mine, and her lips hover a breath away.

"I want this," she whispers. "But first..."

She doesn't finish the sentence.

Instead, she presses a slow, teasing kiss to my neck. I feel the trail of her lips move lower, leaving heat in their wake.

My back meets the mattress fully, head sinking into the pillow. She's the one in control now, and I'm not complaining.

She kisses lower still, and I shift, elbows propping me up as I glance down at her, heart pounding.

"What are you..." I begin, but my voice is already strained.

She glances up through her lashes, a hint of mischief dancing behind the heat in her eyes.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she murmurs, and her fingers curl around the waistband of my shorts. She pulls them down and throws it away. My heart seizes the moment she frees me, her hand wrapping gently around my cock.

My entire body stiffens at her touch.

"I want to suck your cock," she says softly, like it's a secret just for me.

My jaw tightens, a low groan tearing from my throat before I can stop it. My fingers fist the sheets beneath me as my hips buck, barely restrained.
God. She's going to ruin me.

Her lips brush the tip like a kiss, and I already feel my body going wild.

She then parts her lips and lets her tongue slide over the head, slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on mine. And I swear-I forget how to breathe.

"Jesus, Soph..." I rasp, my voice nearly strangled by the sensation. My fingers reach down, tangling gently in her hair, not to control her-never that-but to ground myself, to feel her, to make sure this isn't a dream I'll wake up from.

She swirls her tongue again, then takes me deeper, inch by inch, her mouth soft and warm and wet and perfect. My eyes flutter shut, but I open them again because I need to see her. The way her lashes flutter. The curve of her lips around me. The way her cheeks hollow as she works me deeper.

"Do you like it?" She pulls back and ask, looking all nervous, like she doesn't know my mind is already blank from all this.

"Love it." I groan again, feeling her hand move up and down my cock.

"This is my second time doing this... so I might not be that good."

"You're kidding," I manage to say, voice strangled in my throat. My hips thrust up her hand slowly as she moves a little faster now on my cock.

"It doesn't feel like you're new to this, Soph," I let out a breathless chuckle. "It feels... fucking amazing." I pant, fingers gripping the sheets beside me.

She smiles, lips curved with just the right amount of teasing before she finally wraps them around the tip, sucking gently. My hips buck instinctively, and I swear I see fucking stars.

My head tips back against the pillows as a deep, helpless groan slips out.

"Fuck," I groan, eyes slamming shut, chest rising hard with every breath.

Her hand curls around the base of me, and I feel her hesitate just slightly. She pulls back just enough to whisper, "Tell me what to do, Theo. I want to make it good for you."

God. This girl is going to wreck me.

"You already are, baby," I murmur, brushing my fingers through her hair. "But yeah - I got you. Just go slow. Use that tongue like you just did-yeah, right there."

She leans in again, her tongue swirling around the head before she takes me deeper this time, slow and cautious, like she's learning me-every reaction, every sound I make. I groan again, louder this time, my fingers tightening in her hair as my hips fight the urge to move.

She glances up again, lips wrapped around me, her eyes asking if she's doing okay.

"Just like that," I whisper, voice wrecked. "Keeep doing that-fuck-you're doing so well, love."

She moans at the praise - a soft, throaty sound that sends a hot jolt straight to my core. It vibrates on my cock and my whole body shudders from the inside out.

I look down again. She's watching me now, eyes heavy-lidded, lips stretched around me, and fuck - this girl's killing me.

"Can I move?" I ask, voice rough. "Just a little?"

She nods right away, eager, no hesitation. Her hands brace on my thighs like she's ready for it.

I rock my hips gently, sliding in a little deeper, and the way she takes it - soft lips molding around me, tongue pressing just right - it's everything.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," I groan. "So fucking good, baby."

And as I move slowly, hips meeting the rhythm of her mouth, my chest heaves with every breath. She's all I can feel. All I can think about.

She's going to break me in half, and I'll thank her for it.

She starts to move a little faster now - her mouth finding a rhythm that's too damn good, her hands keeping me right where she wants me. And I swear, I'm close. Closer than I expected.

"Soph..." I grunt, my abs tightening as the pressure builds in my lower back. "Baby, pull off for me."

She slows, lips slipping up my shaft until just the tip's between them, still sucking soft and slow.

Then she looks up, lips glistening, chest rising and falling with each breath. "What?" she pants, her voice low, sultry.

But I don't answer.

Instead, I sit up, grab her by the waist, and pull her up into my lap like I need her-because I do. I flip her under me, my body covering hers, her wild hair fanning out on the pillow.

"I can't take it anymore," I growl into her neck, my body caging hers in. My cock slides between her thighs, hot and slick and already aching for her.

She moans, such sweet moans, and her legs shift, instinctively spreading wider.

"I need to fuck you. Now."

Her fingers curl against my shoulders, her voice wrecked and breathless when she says, "Then fuck me, Theo."

That all it takes.

My hand reaches back and finds the condom still crumpled in the sheet. I rip it open with my teeth, rolling it on with practiced ease as I stroke down on my cock, barely holding on.

I line myself up, sliding the tip against her folds, teasing us both with how slick she is. Her breath catches, hips rising instantly.

I press my forehead against hers, heart racing.

"Tell me if it's too much," I murmur.

"Put it in, Theo." She groans. "Now."

I push in slowly-inch by inch-her heat wrapping around me like a vice. My cock throbs as her walls tighten, slick and warm and so goddamn perfect it nearly knocks the breath out of me.

"Fuck, Soph..." I groan, pressing my forehead to hers, both of us panting. "You're so fucking tight. It feels so good-too good."

Her legs wrap tighter around my hips, heels digging into my lower back like she never wants me to pull out. Her arms cling to me, nails biting gently into my skin, and the sound she makes-this soft, helpless moan-goes straight to my head.

I start to move, slow at first, drawing my hips back before pressing into her again, her body meeting mine like she was made for this-for me. I watch her face, the way her lips part, her brows pinch, her chest rising against mine with every deep breath.

"You're fucking big, Theo," she moans, her voice barely more than a breath, like she's trying to keep it together but can't. "God-more, Theo. Please..."

Fuck.

Hearing her like that, begging like that? I can't hold back.

"You sure?" I murmur against her jaw, my voice ragged, eyes searching hers.

"Yes," she whispers, with this desperate kind of honesty that shoots straight through me. "Fuck me faster."

I pull back just enough and slide in again-deeper this time-watching her eyes flutter shut as her back arches into me.

"Fuck--yes!"

Her nails scratch down my back now, leaving just enough sting to make me grunt, and I can feel her clenching around me, pulsing, her body trying to memorize every inch of me.

"Soph..." I pant, dragging my mouth along her neck, breathing her in. "You feel unreal, baby. So good-so goddamn good."

My hips move with more purpose now, each thrust making her gasp, her moans growing louder, more raw. Her hands grip my shoulders like she needs something to hold onto, like the pleasure is too much-and I'm right there with her.

And still, she whispers, "Don't stop, Theo..."

I thrust deeper, and the sound she makes-it's not even a moan, it's a damn whimper-nearly undoes me.

"Oh-yes," she gasps, her head tilting back against the pillow. "More... Theo, please. Fuck me!"

And god, I do. I shift my hips, thrusting harder now, faster, the slap of our bodies meeting filling the room along with her breathy whimpers.

Her hands slide into my hair, tugging like she needs something to hold onto or she'll come apart. And I want her to-I want her ruined beneath me, nothing but mine.

"You want it rough, baby?" I growl against her neck, biting down gently before soothing it with my tongue, leaving another mark-another hickey just above her collarbone. "Like this?"

She chokes on a moan as I roll my hips in just the right way, hitting deeper, harder.

"Shit-Theo!" she cries, her legs tightening around me, heels locking behind my back. "Fuck-right there-"

I smirk, lips brushing her ear. "Found it," I breathe, and then I keep hitting that spot, over and over again, driving her wild.

"Shit, shit-yes-yes!" she's babbling now, her body writhing beneath me like she's not even in control anymore.

"You like that?" I pant, still pounding into her, not letting up.

"Yes-yes!" she cries, and her fingers are trembling against my shoulders.

I slow for a second, just enough to murmur against her lips, "You love it?"

Her eyes lock with mine, wide, dazed, completely lost in the moment. And then she nods-frantic, breathless.

"I fucking love it," she moans. "Fuck, Theo-I love it, I love it-"

I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing that last moan as I fuck her harder, deeper, my body pushing hers into the mattress as she takes every inch of me like she was made for it.

I press my lips to her throat, biting down just enough to make her gasp. I suck a mark into her skin, claiming her, branding her in the only way I know how. Another one just beneath her jaw. Then another, lower, just above her collarbone. She shivers beneath me, hips jerking wildly.

Her whole body clenches around me, and fuck-my name falls from her lips like a chant.

"Oh my god, Theo-shit, yes-I want to come," she mutters, her voice high and wrecked as our lips brush. Her fingers claw at my back, and her thighs tremble around my hips. "I want to fucking cum, Theo-oh lord!"

Her words shoot through me like a lightning bolt. My cock twitches inside her, and I feel it-my own orgasm building, heavy and hot at the base of my spine. I grind deeper, chasing it with her, our bodies moving in desperate sync.

"Fuck, Soph," I groan into her neck, my voice shaking. "You're doing so good for me-so fucking good."

She whimpers, and I thrust harder, deeper, driving into that perfect spot again. Her walls clench around me like a vice and her hips jerk beneath mine.

"Come for me," I whisper in her ear, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in her hair. "I want to feel you fall apart all over my cock, baby."

She chokes out a broken sound, her head thrown back, and then it hits her-she shatters, crying out my name like it's the only word she knows.

The second I feel her tighten around me, I lose it.

"Oh fuck-Soph..." I curse, my rhythm faltering as I chase the edge. "You feel so fucking good-god-I'm gonna come-shit-"

I bury my face in her neck, our bodies locked tight as I come with a low, guttural groan, spilling into the condom, every muscle tensing with the force of it. She's still trembling under me, her breath hot and fast against my skin.

We collapse together, sweaty and tangled, chests heaving like we just skated through triple overtime.

My head stays buried in the curve of her neck, catching what's left of my breath. Her skin's damp and warm, her fingers lightly tracing lines across my back. For a moment, everything feels still-peaceful.

Then I feel it.

My cock stirs again, twitching slightly against her thigh.

Shit.

I clench my jaw, trying to will it away. No way she'd be up for another round-not after what we just did. Maybe I could sneak off for a cold shower before she notices-

"Theo," she whispers, voice raspy and sweet, like it's still dripping with afterglow.

My eyes snap open.

She shifts underneath me, her body wriggling just enough to send sparks shooting straight to my already growing cock. Then she tilts her head and presses a lazy, lingering kiss to my neck.

"Can we do it again?" she asks, voice barely above a breath.

Fuck.

A groan punches out of me, and I can't help but laugh-soft and breathless, like she just flipped a switch I didn't know I had.

I lift my head, finding her eyes, still dazed but glowing. I kiss her-slow and deep-then pull back just enough to move. Carefully, I slide out of her, discard the condom, and grab another from the nightstand. My hands are already shaking with anticipation as I roll it on.

Then I reach for her.

"C'mere."

I lift her easily, her body light in my arms as I help her sit up on the bed. She watches me with parted lips, chest still rising and falling.

"Turn around, love," I murmur, voice low and thick with heat. A smirk pulls at my lips. "I want you on all fours this time."