T H E O G R A Y

I'M A SUCH GODDAMN IDIOT.

Why on earth did I let her go to her room?

I should've just gone with her. Stayed with her. Pulled her into my arms and locked the damn door and dealt with the consequences later. But no-I had to play the noble card. I had to be the one who said, "It's okay, Soph, I'll manage."

Yeah? Manage what? Lying in bed staring at the ceiling like some ghost who lost his soul?

'You were trying to do the right thing.' My thought reminds me.

Well, Fuck doing the right thing. I need my Soph. Now.

It's been almost forty-five minutes or maybe more and not a wink of sleep. My body's screaming for it, my head feels like it's pulsing behind my eyes from the long-ass day. I've been up since four a.m. The early flight, the long drive, meeting her parents. All of it draining.

But none of that compares to this. This stupid silence. This fucking space between me and her.

I roll onto my side with a frustrated groan, glaring around Ryan's room like it offended me. It hasn't changed much since the last time I was here years ago. Same posters, same shelves, same half-broken lamp on the nightstand. Back then, this room felt like a damn safe haven. A place to escape whenever the yelling at home got too loud. Dad cheating again. Mum breaking down. Me pretending everything was cool just so Ryan's mum wouldn't ask questions.

His house always smelled like food and comfort and... peace.

And now? I lie here and all I can think is-I want to be in her bed.

I miss her like hell already. Her voice. The way she curls into me at night. That sleepy little sigh she makes when I kiss her temple. I'd give anything to have her beside me right now.

I want to breathe her in. Feel her fingers graze my chest while she mumbles nonsense in her sleep. I want her scent stuck on my hoodie and her hair tangled in my fingers.

And yeah, it sounds pathetic. Creepy, maybe. But I want her scent on my shirt. I want her hair tickling my throat. I want her warmth pressed against me like some human-sized lifeline. The kind that makes loneliness impossible.

I reach for my phone, staring at the screen like it holds all the answers. I want to text her. Just ask if her door's open. If I can sneak in. But what if she's asleep already? What if I wake her and she gets in trouble? What if her mum finds out and everything goes to shit?

I shut my eyes-but my brain won't turn off.

I drag a hand through my hair, chest aching in that stupid way it only does when she's not near.

God, Soph. How the hell am I supposed to sleep without you?

A couple more minutes crawl by.

I stare at the ceiling. At the walls. At nothing.

And then I finally give up.

"You awake, love?"

I type quickly and hit send, then immediately start staring at the screen like an idiot. The message goes through, but seconds pass. Then minutes. Still nothing.

She's probably asleep. And I'm just the fool lying here missing her like it's been weeks, not minutes.

My thumb hovers over the screen again when a otification pops up. My chest tightens-and yeah, it's her.

"Yeah, sorry for not replying soon, I just got out of the shower."

She explains, and I immediately wonder why the fuck we're still texting when I could be hearing her sweet voice instead.

Without thinking twice, I dial her number. She picks up almost instantly.

"Hey," I mutter, settling against the headboard. My heart starts pounding for no goddamn reason.

"H-hey."

I frown. "Are you alright? Is there something you want?" The worry side of me rises.

Now that her parents aren't around and I don't have to pretend we're strangers, I take the chance to check in, making sure she's alright.

"Yes... I mean no..." I hear her moving, probably pacing around her room.

"Come on, Soph. Talk to me-"

"My hair tie."

I blink. "You want your hair tie?"

"Yeah."

The confusion hits me hard for a second-until it clicks. And I grin.

She's trying to lure me to her.

"But you have like a million hair ties, Soph," I tease, dragging it out even though I should be sprinting to her door right now.

"Oh really?" she says with a dramatic gasp, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing.

"Yes, really. You keep them in your purse. Check it."

She mutters something under her breath-I'm pretty sure it's a curse and I try my best not to laugh.

"You know what?" she snaps, clearly annoyed.

"What?"

"You just want me to say it, don't you?"

"Say what, love?"

She scoffs. "Don't you love me."

"You know that's impossible," I say, letting the silence hang for a second. I imagine her rolling her eyes, biting down on that plump lip of hers just to keep from smiling.

There's a pause on the line, and then a soft sigh. "Theo..."

"Yeah?"

"You know how you're always worried about my parents catching us together?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I'm more worried about how I'm supposed to sleep alone without you next to me."

"Soph-"

"I can't sleep without you. I've said it, happy?" she snaps, her voice a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "So you better come here right now or I'm pulling one of my classic pranks on you. And trust me, it won't be pretty."

If that's a threat, it's the hottest damn threat I've ever heard.

She doesn't look like it, but Soph has this dominant energy when she wants something-and fuck, it messes with my head. And yeah, with my dick too.

It's been a while since we last had sex. Two weeks-I counted. Two weeks of holding back because of exams. And even now, we still can't do anything with her parents properly downstairs and Ryan on his way any minute from now.

"Yes ma'am." I mutter, cutting the call. I pull off my hoodie, leaving just the black tank underneath. My body's suddenly burning, and I know exactly why.

But I am not getting horny just because of the way she ordered me.

Not in her parents' house. Absolutely not.

I slip out of Ryan's room and gently close the door behind me. I can hear faint voices from downstairs-her parents, just like I thought, probably still chatting with Ryan.

I hesitate.

I'm this close to turning back around. The logical side of me is screaming to just go lie down and behave. But then there's... well, the other side. The one that's practically dragging me toward her room with a "fuck it" attitude and one thing in mind: her.

And when have I ever listened to logic when it comes to Soph?

I find myself already standing right in front of her door. For some reason, I just know it's unlocked. Maybe it's instinct. Maybe it's hope. Either way, I try my luck.

The knob turns easily.

Of course it's open.

I push the door open slowly, careful not to make a sound. The room is dark, lit only by the soft glow from her fairy lights. I step inside, my eyes scanning every corner-and immediately notice something's off.

She's not here.

"Soph?" I whisper, stepping in a little further.

Nothing.

The bed's still made. No sign of her. Did she already sneak out? Maybe she changed her mind and went to-

"Hey."

A voice from behind me.

I jolt, whipping around, nearly tripping over my own damn feet.

She's there. Leaning in the doorway of her bathroom, her hand over her mouth as she tries-fails-to hold back the laughter that's bubbling out of her.

The light from the bathroom spills across the floor, casting a soft glow through her room-and that's when I catch her eyes.

They're gleaming.

With mischief. With intent.

"Didn't know All-Star Theo Gray gets scared so easily by a little prank," she teases, sauntering in with that cocky little smirk that makes my blood heat. She reaches back and shuts the door with a click that sounds louder than it should.

"You..." I exhale sharply, tension crackling in the air between us. "You're-"

"What? Crazy?" She shrugs, biting back a grin. "I did warn you I'd pull a prank if you didn't come."

"But I came."

"You came late."

"No I didn't."

She shrugs. "To me you did."

I shake my head, lips twitching despite myself. "You're a menace. You know that?"

"And you are easy to scare." She steps closer, slow and deliberate, and the second she enters the light, I feel it hit me like a punch to the gut.

What she's wearing.

Tiny black shorts that cling to her thighs and a tank top that looks one wrong move from slipping off her shoulder. No bra. I know that because I'm looking. And she knows I'm looking too.

My dick twitches against my shorts.

I curse silently.

Don't you fucking dare, I warn it. But of course, my body doesn't listen. Never does around her.

"Soph, your parents-" I manage to say, voice low and strained. But she's already in front of me, close enough that her scent is messing with my head.

"I know," she whispers, and places her hand on my stomach. Her palm is warm. Tempting. It glides upward, tracing the lines of my abs like she's memorizing them. "I'm not doing anything... or am I?"

Fucking hell.

My jaw clenches. Her touch is soft, teasing, like a match dragging slowly across dry wood, seconds from sparking a wildfire. My hands twitch at my sides, dying to grab her, press her against the wall, and remind her just how hard it's been not having her wrapped around me these last two weeks.

My voice comes out rough. "You're playing a dangerous game, baby."

Her eyes flick up to mine, hooded and bold. "Then play with me."

My dick is fully standing now. Shit.

"Soph..." I try to hold back, but my hand is already on her hip, fingers digging into her skin like my body made the decision for me. I pull her closer, and her warmth collides with mine. "Your brother is..."

"...Not here now." Her voice is soft but laced with fiire. She rises on her tiptoes, her lips brushing mine, barely touching, just enough to drive me insane. I swallow hard, my restraint crumbling by the second.

"I thought you didn't want me touching you like this," I murmur, leaning down until our noses brush, our breath mingling in the tiny space between us. "Now look who's the sex maniac?"

She smirks, unbothered and completely in control. "I think it's contagious."

I chuckle. "So you're saying I gave it to you?"

She licks her lips slowly and my eyes follow the motion."Maybe."

I press my forehead to hers, trying to breathe through the desire clawing up my spine. My hand slides from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her against the very problem she's causing.

"Fuck, Soph. I'm trying to think right now and you're here teasing me with the tiniest shorts I've seen."

Her fingers curl into the fabric of my tank top, pulling slightly like she wants to peel it off.

She whispers, "Then maybe you can think some more when you undress me. How about that?"

Fuck. Me.

She means business.

My palm leaves her hip then slides under her top and she sucks in a breath as my fingers trail higher, pausing just beneath her chest.

"We can't have sex here, Soph," I say, though my tone betrays every bit of resolve I'm trying to hold. "We haven't touched each other in two damn weeks. You think we'll be quiet? Because I know for a fact, you won't be."

My fingers pause when I reach her bare back. No bra. I knew it.

She's naked under this flimsy top. It would take two seconds to pull it off, to feel her soft skin against my mouth, to suck her nippl-

"I can be quiet," she whispers, her hand brushing over the hard outline of my dick through my jeans. I let out a low groan, nearly cursing at the pressure.

"S-shit." I stammer.

"I'll be so quiet, Theo," she teases, her fingers pressing down more firmly.

I shake my head, trying to hold onto a shred of control. "Soph... we can't..." But my voice doesn't even sound convincing anymore.

I step back on instinct, like I'm retreating-like space will help. But she follows me, each step forward filled with that sultry confidence that turns my brain to mush. And before I can fully register it, the backs of my knees hit her bed, and I fall.

She climbs on top of me with a wicked smirk, her thighs straddling me, her ass pressing deliciously against the one part of me that's already screaming for attention.

She starts grinding against me, slowly, and it's torture. I grab her hips with both hands, fingers digging into her curves as I groan low in my throat.

"Soph..." I say, voice low and strained. "Your mum could be looking for you."

"No, she won't." Her lips brush against my jaw. "Come on, Theo....Touch me."

I clench my jaw, trying to ground myself, but her voice is euphoric and her body's heat is melting every ounce of logic I have left.

"If I do..." I manage to say as our eyes meet. "you know I won't stop until I touch every part of your body."

"Then we can kiss, then," she says sweetly, too sweet.Her lips ghost down to my neck, sending a bolt of heat straight through me.

She trails her kisses up to my ear, her voice a whisper that goes straight to my spine. "Just a kiss, Theo. I thought you love me."

"I love you, Soph," I breathe. "I fucking love you."

My hips roll up instinctively as she grinds down, and shit-dry humping has never felt this good. We're barely touching skin and still my cock is straining, desperate for friction.

"Then kiss me," she whispers. Her breathe now against my lips."One kiss and we're done."

That's a lie. And we both know it.

"One kiss." My voice is low as I cup her neck, letting my thumb drag slowly across her lower lip. Her breath catches, and she parts her lips just a little-just enough for her tongue to flick across my thumb.

"Fucking hell..." I mutter, and that's all it takes. I crash my mouth onto hers, no hesitation, no room for restraint. I flip her beneath me in one swift motion, our lips still locked.

Our tongue fight for dominate as I feel her hand slip under my top and she squeeze my abs. Her legs separate Giving me the chance to thrust my jeans between her shorts.

Our hands move on instinct-like we've both been starved for this. Her fingers rake under my shirt, nails brushing over my abs, while mine trace the lines of her waist, her thighs, anything I can reach. Every moan she lets out fuels something wild inside me.

Our tongues tangle in a messy, hot kiss, each of us pushing, pulling, trying to take control-but I win. I always do.

Her legs fall open just enough for me to settle between them, and I grind into her, my jeans rubbing against the softness of her shorts.

"Soph," I try to pull away, just to breathe-but she grabs the back of my head and drags my mouth back to hers.

She's so fucking horny.

Something must have gotten her this worked up.

Did she...?

"Soph." I finally pull back, just enough to see her face. When she tries to sit up, I gently catch her wrists and pin them above her head. Her eyes widen slightly, and I feel her legs tighten around my waist.

"Why'd you stop?" she whispers, trying to sound innocent, but there's nothing innocent in her eyes.

I study her face. "Be honest with me. Did you... bring any toys to this trip?"

"I didn't."

I scoff. "Try again. Did you bring any sex toys here?"

Her eyes flick away. "N-no?" she lies, way too quickly.

I raise an eyebrow. "Lie again, and I won't kiss you."

That gets her attention. Her gaze snaps back to mine, sharp, like I've just insulted her entire existence. She huffs and mutters, "Fine. I brought just one."

I smirk. "Which one?"

She bites her lip, cheeks turning a shade pinker. "You're gonna laugh."

"No, I won't. I'm not judging you. I just want to know what's gotten you all worked up like this."

Her confidence wavers. "Why?" she asks softly, eyes dropping. "Am I that bad at seducing you?"

"Bad?" I nearly laugh, but one look at her face tells me she's being serious. Instead, I answer the way she'll understand best-I slowly thrust my hips against her again. She gasps.

I smirk. "Does that answer your question?"

"Yes," she breathes as I kiss her again.

"Good. Now answer mine."

She pauses, clearly fighting herself, then finally mumbles, "Mr. Jones."

I blink. "What?"

"That's its name."

I stare. "It's name? You mean the sex toy."

She nods, barely.

"And what kind toy is that?"

"The dildo. Happy?"

I blink again, realization dawning. "Wait-is that the purple one? The one I saw you using last time?"

She groans and shuts her eyes. "Ugh. This is so embarrassing."

I lean closer, lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "Embarrassing? Baby, that's fucking hot."

"It... is?" she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper, lips parted and eyes searching mine.

I nod slowly, never breaking eye contact. I release her wrists, my hands slipping under her shirt. Her skin is warm-so soft it makes me shiver. I push the fabric higher, exposing more of her until I finally uncover her breasts.

"Fuck..." I exhale, mesmerized for a second.

She gasps and arches her back the moment my mouth latches onto her nipple. I suck gently at first, then with more pressure, letting my tongue flick and swirl over the sensitive bud, feeling her squirm beneath me.

Her fingers tangle in the sheets.

"Does it feel good?" I murmur against her skin, lips brushing her breast.

She nods quickly, breath hitching, unable to form words.

"You like that?" I ask again, just as I bring my hands up to pinch both of her nipples at the same time-rolling them between my fingers, applying just enough pressure.

She bites her lip hard to stop a moan, her chest rising rapidly.

"If you make a sound..." I lean closer, my voice low and firm, "...I stop."

Her eyes go wide, a challenge glinting behind them. But she doesn't make a sound-not yet. Her mouth is pressed shut, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Good girl," I whisper, my thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "You can be quiet when you want to, huh?"

She glares playfully, clearly aching to say something smart-but she knows better. I trail kisses from her breasts to her collarbone, then up her neck, tasting every inch of her as I go. Her skin is flushed, and her breathing grows heavier, but still-not a sound.

I press my hips against hers again, grinding slow and deep through the fabric of our clothes, and I feel her entire body tense beneath me.

"Still quiet?" I tease, my voice hot against her ear. "Even when I do this?" My hand slips between us, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts. She gasps softly-too softly-and I pause with a warning look.

"Careful," I murmur. "I'm this close to stopping."

She shakes her head wildly, desperate, and I smile.

Her eyes are glassy with need, her lips trembling from restraint. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

I finally slide my fingers lower and feel the heat of her-God, she's soaked. My cock throbs in response, but I force myself to focus on her. All of her. Her pleasure. Her torture.

"You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?" I whisper, kissing her jaw as my fingers stroke lightly along her folds. "Is this why you brought Mr. Jones? Because I wasn't here to do this?"

She lets out a breath that sounds almost like a whimper, but still not quite a sound.

"You're doing so good," I murmur, kissing her lips softly, then harder, losing myself in her taste. "So fucking good, Soph."

My fingers keep tracing her soaked heat, just barely touching where I know she wants me most. She's trembling now, her body arching, but still-silent. Barely breathing.

"Still thinking about Mr. Jones?" I murmur into her neck, letting my lips drag along her flushed skin.

Her eyes flutter open, cloudy and desperate. She doesn't answer, so I press a little closer. "Tell me, Soph. When did you use it?"

Her eyes shift away like she's trying to escape the question.

I tilt my head. "In the shower?"

A slow, guilty nod.

Fuck. My jaw tightens as I imagine it-water dripping down her bare body, one hand on the wall for support, her other between her legs. Her face twisted with need, lips parted as she-

I groan low in my throat and press my fingers a little deeper, still not inside, but enough to make her squirm.

"I bet you looked so fucking pretty like that," I say, brushing my nose along her cheek. "Did you bite your lip when you slid it in? Did you close your eyes and pretend it was me?"

She gasps, her thighs pressing together instinctively, trapping my hand. But I don't stop.

"Tell me," I whisper, my voice rough and thick with heat. "Did it get the job done for you, Soph? Huh? Did that toy move the way I would? Touch you the way I do?"

She shakes her head, barely.

"Did it make you scream?" I growl, brushing my lips along hers without kissing her, just to tease. "No? That's right. Because nothing fills you like I do. Nothing fucks you the way I do, love."

Her hips twitch, her mouth falling open-no words, just this aching, trembling tension between us.

But I don't give her more. Not yet.

"Say it," I command softly, my hand still stroking just along her folds, maddeningly slow. "Tell me it wasn't enough."

She swallows hard. "I-It wasn't," she breathes. "Not even c-close."

A dark smile curves my lips. "Good girl."

Her body's trembling under me, breath hot and uneven, and I can feel how badly she wants more.

I graze my lips along her jaw, and she leans into it, eyes half-lidded, barely holding herself together.

"I can't fuck you, Soph," I murmur, voice low and heavy with restraint.

Her eyes shoot open. "What?" she breathes, her face twisting with frustration.

I smirk at her reaction. "Not here," I add, brushing my thumb gently over her inner thigh. "Not here. You know we won't be quiet, and I'm not about to get caught by your mom or brother."

She glares at me, annoyed and turned on. A dangerous combo.

But I lean in close, brushing my lips over hers and whispering, "Don't pout, love. I'll still let you come."

Her expression shifts instantly. "O-okay."

That's more like it.

I smile and trail my hand down, slowly, deliberately. Then I tug her shorts down past her hips, past those soft thighs, until they rest at her knees.

"Spread them wider," I instruct, voice firm.

She obeys immediately, legs parting with just enough room for me to settle between them. The sight of her-bare, flushed, trembling-is enough to test every shred of control I have.

"I'm going to use my fingers," I say, my tone dark and deliberate. "But when we're alone, Soph-" I lean closer, dragging my mouth along her ear, "-I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't even remember your own name. You'll say the dumbest things while I'm deep inside you, won't you?"

She gasps, her hips lifting involuntarily toward my hand.

"Won't you?" I urge.

"I-I will," she stammers, her voice shaking.

"Damn right you will."

She's already trembling when I slide my first finger in.

"F-fuck," she breathes, her hips rolling instinctively. "Theo..."

"Shh..." I whisper, lips brushing her ear. "Gotta keep quiet, remember?"

She nods quickly, biting her bottom lip, but her eyes are wide with need.

"God, you're so wet already," I murmur, sliding in deeper, curling my finger just enough to make her squirm. "You missed me that bad, huh?"

She nods again, her fingers curling into the blanket beneath her, trying so hard to stay still. Her lips part, but nothing comes out.

"I love how warm you feel," I groan. "Fuck the way you're clenching my fingers is making me go nuts, Soph."

She nods again, her fingers curling into the blanket beneath her, trying so hard to stay still. Her lips part, but nothing comes out.

I smirk. "Wish I could hear those pretty little moans right now," I say, kissing just beneath her jaw. "Bet you'd sound so fucking sweet."

She swallows hard when I add a second finger, stretching her more. Her back arches ever so slightly, and I feel her legs tense.

"You're doing so good," I whisper, nipping her earlobe. "Taking me so well. But I want more." I slide a second finger in, stretching her a little more. Her mouth falls open, a soft moan slipping out before she clamps a hand over her mouth.

Her back arches as I fuck her faster with my two fingers. Her hips thrust slowly, trying to meet every motion of my fingers as they go deeper and deeper, curling and stroking until her thighs start to shake.

Then I add a third.

Her breath catches. "Oh my God-"

"That feel good, baby?" I whisper against her lips. "You want more?"

"Yes." She whispers back. "Please, don't stop-"

I don't.

She looks like she's about to make scream so I lean in and kiss her - deep, messy, swallowing every sound she tries to let out.

She moans into my mouth, hands flying to the back of my neck, pulling me in like she needs me to breathe. I move faster and faster, fingers working deep inside her, and her moans grow louder, messier. I can feel how close she is-the way her walls clenches around me.

Her release crashes without warning, and I catch her scream with my lips, holding her close as she completely falls apart in my arms—wrecked, breathless, helpless.

When she finally pulls back, she's panting, chest rising and falling like she just ran a marathon. Her lips are parted, her skin flushed, eyes still closed like she's floating somewhere far from here.

“Soph?” I whisper, gently brushing my thumb across her cheek.

She opens her eyes slowly, breathing out, “One second. I need a second.”

I hum, brushing strands of hair from her damp forehead and kissing her there. “Sorry if that was too much—”

She shakes her head before I even finish. “I loved it,” she says, her voice still breathless. Her hand rises to rest gently on my cheek. "I liked how you edged me."

“You did?” I ask, a little surprised.

She nods. “Yeah. It really turned me on.”

Note to self: Edge Soph more often.

“Got it,” I say with a smirk, about to pull back when she stops me, her hand sliding to mine.

“What about you?” she asks, sitting up. I shift as well, now perched on the edge of the bed with my lower half visibly straining against my jeans.

I let out a low hiss when her hand finds me again, giving a slow, teasing squeeze.

“Let me help yo—”

Knock knock.

“Sophie?” Her mother’s voice cuts through the room like a whip. “Are you awake? Ryan’s back.”

Oh. Bloody. Hell.

Soph snaps out of whatever dreamy daze she was in and jumps up like she’s been electrocuted. “I’m awake, Mum! Just got out from the shower!”

There’s a pause on the other side of the door. “Oh, okay dear,” her mum mutters. “Let me check on Theo, if you're up then.”

Double. Bloody. Hell.

I sit there, frozen, staring at the door like it’s about to burst open. My heart’s pounding, my jeans are still very much a problem, and all I can think is:

I should have listened to logic.

I really should have.

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