HOT SPICY SCENE AHEAD +18

S O P H I A    H O N E Y

WE'RE CLIMBING the stairs, hand in hand, and I feel like I might combust. Meanwhile, Theo walks behind me like he isn't the same man who just had his fingers teasing the life out of me in the kitchen.

I miss his mouth already. I miss his hands.
Hell, I miss everything.

The moment we step into my room and the door clicks shut behind us, I don’t even have time to turn around before I feel his hand curl gently around the back of my neck and then, his lips crash into mine.

Not soft. Not slow.

Hot. Commanding. Messy.

How it should feel.

My body folds into his as I let out a muffled gasp, barely able to catch my breath before his tongue thrusts into my mouth, claiming, tasting, owning.

His hands are already tugging my jacket off my shoulders, and I follow suit, helping him shed his. Heat pools at the center of me, spreading like wildfire under my skin.

He pulls back slightly, lips swollen, and when I meet his eyes, they’re darker than I’ve ever seen them.

"Take off your dress," he says, voice low and serious.

That one sentence lights every nerve ending in my body. I don't hesitate. I reach for the hem and pull the dress over my head, my heart thudding wildly. I expect him to smirk or make a comment about how eager I am, but... he doesn’t.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he just stares.

His eyes drag over every inch of me like I’m a painting he’s studied for years but is seeing in a new light. Like I’m something sacred. The heat in his gaze lights me up from the inside out.

I don’t need to look between my legs to know that I’m soaked.

"Perfect." The word leaves his mouth like a prayer. He’s undressing me with just a look. "Get on the bed."

I obey. I crawl onto the mattress, the cool sheets kissing my bare skin. I feel his gaze follow me as I move, and it only adds to the fire burning inside me.

"Take yours off too," I say softly, watching him from the bed. "It’s not fair you’re still dressed."

His lips twitch into a smirk. "Yes, ma’am."

God. That voice. That look. He peels off his shirt and tosses it without care makes my breath hitch. Then he unbuckles his belt slowly, his eyes still on mine, and when his jeans hit the floor, my eyes drop and stay there.

That bulge…

How long has he been hard?

I'm about to ask, but his next words steal the question right out of my mouth.

"I want to try something."

My brows rise as I watch him walk over to my drawer. The lower one, where I know exactly what’s kept there.

He opens it without hesitation and pulls out Mr. Jones.

Oh God.

"What..."

"I want to watch you."He lifts the toy in his hand, eyes on mine."Use this. On yourself."

My heart threatens to leap straight out of my chest.
Not from fear. But from the rush that comes with knowing he wants to watch me like that.

I wonder what it would feel like.

What would it feel like—to have his eyes on me like that? To give him a show that’s all mine to offer and his to devour?

"Is that okay?" he asks, and for a moment the confidence he always wears so easily softens. His voice drops a little. "If it’s too much—"

"Oh no." I shake my head quickly, breath catching.
"I... I want to."

His brows lift, like he wasn’t expecting me to say yes that fast.

"Really?"

I let out a soft groan, falling back on the pillows as my eyes drop to my black bra and matching underwear. They feel tighter now, like my skin can’t take the pressure any longer. "Maybe ask again when I’m fully naked."

That earns me a low, husky laugh from him, and before I can blink, he joins me on the bed. The mattress dips with his weight, and my breath stills when his rough hand glides over my thigh, the dildo next to us.

His lips press on my shoulder, prepping kisses so soft it makes my chest flutter and my stomach tense. He trails his mouth from the curve of my neck to the edge of my bra strap, breathing against me

And before I know it, his fingers are at my back, and with one effortless motion, he unhooks my bra. I gasp a little as I slide it off, baring my aching breasts to him, the cool air hitting my skin and making my already sensitive nipples harden even more.

His gaze darkens as it travels slowly, reverently, down to my chest. When his eyes land on my swollen nipples, I feel the air thicken between us. They’re tight, pulsing, silently begging for his mouth—and he hears their call.

Without a word, he leans in and drags his hot tongue across one.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, my back pressing against the headboard, arching instinctively. His mouth wraps around my right nipple and sucks with just the right amount of pressure. His tongue teases in slow, deliberate circles, each movement sparking wild heat that travels straight down my stomach, pooling low between my thighs.

“Theo,” I breathe, almost desperate. “Touch the other one… please.”

His other hand rises, cupping my left breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and flicking the sensitive nub in sync with his mouth. The sensation is electric.

“Ahh!” I cry out as the pleasure shoots through me.

I fucking missed his tongue.

“So sweet,” he mutters against my skin, the vibration of his voice making me tremble. He switches, giving the other nipple the same treatment—licking, sucking, and then giving it a gentle, teasing bite that nearly sends me over the edge.

I almost scream, biting my lip hard to stop the sound, but my body has a mind of its own. My hips lift off the bed in slow, urgent thrusts, desperate for friction, for more of him. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer, holding him to me like I’ll fall apart if he stops.

“Theo…” I moan again, breathless.

He lifts his head, lips glistening, and captures my mouth again in a deep, messy kiss that makes my chest ache. His kisses are greedy and consuming, and I never want them to end. There’s something addictive in how his tongue moves with mine—like we were made for this exact moment.

And then I taste it—chocolate. Maybe from the ice cream earlier, still lingering faintly on his tongue, and it somehow makes the kiss dirtier, sweeter, more intimate.

I want him to fall apart the way I am, so my hands move on their own, roaming down his chest. I trail my fingers across the firm lines of his stomach, then higher, grazing his nipples and smiling when I feel him twitch slightly from the contact.

“Soph… ughh.” His voice is strained now as my hand moves lower, finding the hard length of him pressing against his boxers. I wrap my fingers around it, giving him a firm, slow stroke through the fabric, and his hips buck slightly into my palm.

He groans into my ear, and then his mouth is on my neck—biting, licking, sucking—each motion turning me inside out. My entire body is trembling, my core aching to be filled with something hard.

“Take it off,” I mutter with a needy whine, tugging at his waistband. I want the boxers gone. I want to feel his cock—in my hand, in my mouth, inside me. It’s been too long since I’ve had him this close, and the craving is unbearable.

My throat feels dry and I don’t know if it’s from thirst or the thought of tasting him again.

“Please, Theo.”

The fire in his eyes tells me he’s not about to deny me. He’s never said no to me and I know he won’t now. He pushes his boxers down, and my eyes lock onto his cock as it twitches, thickening even more when he wraps his fingers around it and gives it a slow stroke.

“I want to touch you,” I whisper. He doesn't get a chance to respond—my hand's already curling around his cock, and a raw moan escapes his lips. Precum beads at the tip, glistening, and from how hard he is—how flushed and almost purple the head looks—I know he's close.

“I want to… ughh… fuck, Soph,” he breathes, letting his head fall back. I stroke him slowly yet firm, His chest rises and falls with every breath, hips jerking up to meet every pass of my hand, chasing the rhythm of my hand.

"Yes, baby," I tease, shifting closer to him and pressing a kiss to his neck. I love making him feel the way he makes me feel—and he’s been the one doing all the touching lately. Tonight, he deserves to just feel.

"I want… ugh… I want to watch you use it," he groans, locking eyes with me. I drag my thumb over his tip in slow, teasing circles. The precum makes it easy, slick and smooth, and just as I start to press a little harder, his hand shoots out to grab my wrist.

"Soph..." he warns, voice low and rough. "I don’t need to come. Not yet. I want to watch my woman fuck herself with her favorite dildo. Let me come watching you thrust it deep inside you, baby. I need to see how good it feels—how you take it like it’s me inside you."

I swallow hard, trying to stay calm—because what he’s asking of me, I need to make it good. Make it worth watching. Worth him coming just from the sight of me.

God, I just hope I don’t look stupid.

He grabs the dildo, and I slip off my underwear, already feeling the ache inside me—my body waiting, ready.

"Show me, love," he murmurs. "Show me how you imagine it when you fuck yourself."

Holy fuck. I might come just from those words.

He positions himself at the edge of the bed, wrapping his hand around his cock and slowly stroking while watching me.

"I..." I begin, heat creeping up my cheeks. "I usually start with my fingers. I need to get wet first."

"Then do it," he says, firm and commanding.

I look at him, hesitating. "But..."

"You want this to stop?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.

"No." The word falls from my lips without a second thought. I'm dead serious. If he stops now, I swear I’ll lose my mind. I won’t forgive him. Okay—I will—but I’ll go absolutely crazy. I’m too far gone. I want this. All of it.

"Good," he says. "Now show me how you make yourself wet."

"I don’t need much to get wet today," I whisper, spreading my legs wider as I shift into a better position. I show him—show him how slick I already am. His gaze darkens, and more precum leaks from the tip of his cock as he watches me slide two fingers into my mouth, coating them with saliva before reaching down between my thighs.

I moan—loud and shameless—the moment my fingers touch my aching center.

"I... I would’ve imagined you," I breathe, thrusting two fingers into my soaked heat, "but you’re already here. Right in front of me. And I’m just... waiting for you to touch me."

My hips start moving in rhythm with my hand, and I grip the sheets tightly as my eyes flutter closed. The room disappears, and all that’s left is the raw, desperate need crawling through me and the weight of his gaze.

"What would you imagine me doing?" he asks, voice husky.

I almost laugh but it melts into a sharp whimper as I hit that sweet spot inside me, the pleasure stealing my breath.

"Everything," I whisper. My answer is enough to draw a sharp inhale from him. His breathing grows heavier, matching mine, and I ache to beg him to take me now. But there’s something about this slow burn that I don’t want to let go of. Not yet.

"I’d imagine you touching me everywhere," I whisper breathlessly. "Your mouth on me. Your cock inside me. Your hands gripping my hips while you fuck me—deep and rough, just how I like it."

My moans grow louder as I rock my hips in time with my fingers, chasing every pulse of pleasure. The slick sounds between my thighs are enough to make me nuts.

When I feel myself close to releasing, I pull my fingers out.

"Why did you stop?" he asks, voice tight, cock still in his fist.

"I... I want to put it in," I murmur, reaching out to grab the dildo. My eyes avoid his—I can't bear the weight of his stare just yet—as I spread my legs and guide the toy between them.

"Fuck," Theo growls, and I catch the hard clench of his jaw, his knuckles white around his cock. "Spread your legs wider."

I swallow hard and obey, parting them until I feel completely exposed to him. The air kisses my skin just as the tip of the dildo pushes inside me—slow, thick, and stretching me open inch by inch.

I hiss through my teeth, back arching as my free hand reaches up to tease my nipples. The contrast of sensations is maddening—soft pleasure at my chest, sweet stretch between my thighs.

I’m so lost in the feeling, in the heat rolling through my body, that I almost forget he’s still watching.

His ragged breaths fill the room and when I look at him, it's like I'm seeing a different person.

"Keep going." He instructs. "Push it deeper."

With my shame long gone and my body humming with need, I obey. I whimper as I press the dildo deeper into me, my walls clenching around it. Slowly, I begin to move, testing the stretch until my hips find a steady rhythm, thrusting in a pace that starts to build the fire inside me.

"Ugh… Theo," I moan, my head falling back against the headboard. I pinch my nipple, harder this time, and fuck the toy faster, chasing that dizzying edge. "I want your cock, Theo. I want it so bad."

"I know, baby," he groans, fisting himself roughly. "I know."

Our moans echo through the room, mingling with the slick sounds of my toy and the wet sounds of his hand stroking his cock. But as good as the dildo feels, it’s not enough—not tonight. Not with him here, watching me, stroking himself, looking like he’s in agony.

I need more.

I stop moving the toy and shift positions, crawling down the bed until my face is level with his cock. I keep the dildo moving inside me, slow and deep, just enough to tease my walls as I focus on him.

Theo’s lost in it. His eyes are shut, lips parted, and he’s stroking himself with uneven, desperate movements. Precum drips steadily onto the bed. He looks like he’s in pain.

"Fucking hell!" he gasps, eyes flying open as he feels my tongue swirl around the head of his cock, licking up the salty taste of his precum.

Not bad at all.

I push his hand away and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, moaning as I take him into my mouth. He’s hard—hot and heavy on my tongue and I slide my lips down until I feel the tip brush the back of my throat. My tongue licks along his length on the way back up, savoring every inch.

His hand tangles in my hair, gripping gently but firmly, guiding me. He’s still holding back, trying not to lose control but I don’t want that. I want all of him.

I push the dildo aside and focus completely on him.

"Fuck my mouth," I say, breathless, my lips still wet from him.

He freezes.

"W-What?" he stutters, caught off guard but his cock twitches in my hand, already giving me the answer his lips can’t.

"I want you to fuck my mouth," I repeat. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Theo."

"Jesus, Soph..." He runs a hand through his damp hair, dragging it back as he exhales sharply. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I nod, eyes locked on his. There's no doubt in my voice. I need this.

He swallows hard, searching my face for even the smallest hesitation.

"Okay," he says finally, voice barely a breath. "But if it’s too much—scratch me, tug my wrist—anything. Just make sure I stop. Promise me that."

"I promise."

My lips wrap around his cock again, taking him deep until the tip brushes the back of my throat. He groans—loud, guttural—and I feel it all the way down my spine.

His hips begin to move, slow at first, then deeper, more deliberate. He starts fucking my mouth, and I gurgle around him, pulling back just slightly to catch a breath before taking him in again.

"Shit... shit," he huffs, voice shaking. I suck hard on the swollen tip, teasing it with my tongue before sliding him back down my throat.

I gag, just a little, and that’s all it takes—he groans again, sounding wrecked and it lights me up. My pussy clenches around nothing, dripping, aching.

"Fuck, yes, Soph. You’re doing so good… ugh, fuck."

God, I’ve missed hearing him like this. His voice, his praise—it’s everything. I love how he sounds when he’s falling apart, how he says my name like I’m the only thing keeping him alive.

He’s trying to hold on—I can see it in the way his jaw clenches, his knuckles go white—but he looks like he’s in paradise. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, bobbing my head, syncing with the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts deeper.

His head falls back, eyes fluttering shut, and his grip tightens in my hair. He speeds up, fucking into my mouth harder now, desperate.

"Shit… shit, baby… I wanna come. Let go," he warns, panting.

But I don’t stop. I go faster, pushing past the ache in my throat, past the tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes. I want this. I want to take all of him. I want to feel him lose control and come undone in my mouth.

His cock twitches, thick and heavy on my tongue, and I know he’s seconds away.

"Ugh… baby... ugh... baby, please, stop… please..." he begs, breath ragged, but his hips are still moving—faster, needier.

His tip is swollen, leaking, and just as I hollow my cheeks around him and suck harder. With a sharp thrust, he spills into my throat, hot liquid shooting down my throat. I moan as I swallow, sucking gently on his sensitive tip before he finally pulls back, gasping for air, chest rising and falling like he’s been holding it for hours.

"How was it—" I start to ask, but the words never make it out.

Theo crashes his lips into mine, kissing me hard, uncaring that the taste of his cum is still on my tongue. His hands roam over my skin like he can’t touch enough of me fast enough, like he's been starving and I'm the only thing that can satisfy him. His chest presses to mine, his body practically vibrating with restraint, and when he pulls back, there’s fire in his eyes.

"Turn around, Soph." His hand moves from my cheek to my jaw, gently but firmly angling my head toward the bed. "I want your hands on the headboard. Arch your back for me."

I scramble into position, grabbing the headboard and pushing my hips back, spine curved just the way he wants it. I barely settle into place when a sharp slap lands on my ass and I moan, the sting mixing perfectly with the burn already building between my thighs.

"Ahh..." I pant. "A–Again."

He slaps me again. The sting echoes beautifully through me, mixing with the ache already building between my legs, then I feel both his hands spread my cheeks open.

"Ugh..." I gasp so loud I nearly lose my grip on the headboard when I feel his tongue slide between them—hot, wet, and unrelenting. Without warning, he begins to fuck his tongue inside me.

"Theo!" I cry out, hips jerking forward, startled by the intensity of it. His tongue dives in, circling and flicking and then thrusting inside me with shocking precision.

"Stay still," he murmurs, his voice pure sin. And then he’s back at it—tongue-fucking me like he owns me, like he’s trying to brand his name inside me with every flick and thrust.

My legs begin to tremble. My mouth hangs open. My thoughts scatter as he adds two thick fingers, sliding them in deep alongside his tongue. The combination sends my body into meltdown. My moans are ragged. My thighs quiver.

"Oh my God… Theo…"

When he finally pulls away, I collapse forward onto my elbows, barely able to hold myself up. I feel wrecked, undone, like he’s stripped every ounce of control from my body. His breath is hot behind me. I can feel the tension still rolling off him in waves.

"Soph?" He says calmly but I know he's fae gone.

"Y–Yes?" I manage, barely able to speak.

"You know I love you, right?"

I swallow hard, my chest rising with every jagged breath.

"I do."

"Good," His hand slides up my hip, trailing goosebumps in its wake, before gripping it. The other hand sliding up to wrap gently yet firm around my throat, pulling me upright against his chest.

"Because I'm about to fuck you like I don't."

Sweet motherfu—

"Shit!" I scream as he slams into me without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, brutal thrust. The force knocks the breath from my lungs, and I can barely catch it before he’s already moving, thrusting hard and fast, like he’s been holding back for far too long.

"Jesus, Theo.... oh fuck!"

"I'm sorry, Soph," he whispers against my neck, thrusting harder, deeper. "I've passed my limit. I can’t be patient anymore. I need to fuck you like this."

"Then fuck me." I meet every thrust with a roll of my hips, moaning shamelessly. "Go faster."

I shouldn’t have said that.

He gives me exactly what I asked for—his hips snapping harder, deeper, faster. Each thrust sends me tumbling further into blissful chaos. The bed rocks beneath us, headboard slamming against the wall, and all I can do is cry out his name, again and again, like a chant I can’t stop.

"Theo... Theo... Theo..."

He bites into my neck—not enough to hurt, just enough to mark. I could tell him to stop, but I don’t. I want more. I crave every rough, hungry part of him.

"I love you so much," he mutters, lips brushing my ear. "You don’t even know what you do to me... you make me so goddamn happy."

"You make me happy too," I gasp, before grabbing his face and crashing my lips into his. I moan into his mouth as he groans into mine, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, squeezing it roughly while he thrusts harder inside me.

Then, without warning, he pulls out. My body aches at the sudden emptiness.

"Theo?"

But when I turn, I see him lying back against the pillows, his chest rising fast, cock still sheathed in a condom and rock hard.

"Sit on me," he commands, voice rough.

The lust in me obeys instantly. I climb onto him slowly, straddling his hips. My hand wraps around his shaft as I guide him inside me again, and we both groan at the same time.

"Oh, fuck..." I moan as he fills me again, inch by inch, stretching me to the brink.

"I feel so full, Theo," I whisper, and his eyes are locked on me, breathing like he’s barely holding it together.

"I can feel you... right here." I slide a hand down my stomach, pressing lightly where his cock isburied deep inside me. That alone makes him groan and grip my hips tighter.

"Don’t say shit like that, Soph." He thrusts up into me, hard and fast, hitting that perfect spot inside me with every movement. I let out a scream, hands planted on his chest as he takes over, driving into me from below.

"You’re so tight, Soph. So wet." he pants, his head falling back as I grind down, meeting every thrust with slow, deep rolls of my hips.

"Fuck... yes... just like that," he moans. "Keep riding me. God, I love watching you ride my cock."

I keep grinding against him, his cock hitting every perfect spot, and his hands trail up my body again—one to my breast, the other to the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss him.

"Harder, Theo," I whisper against his lips.

"Say it again."

"Fuck me harder."

He growls, gripping my waist and flipping us over so I’m on my back and he’s on top. He doesn’t waste a second—he slams back into me, deeper than before, relentless.

"Remember what I promised?" he grits out, eyes boring into mine.

I can’t even answer.

"Is this better than fucking in the car?"

"Yes!"

"Better than that damn dildo?"

"Fucking better!" I scream, not caring how loud I am. "So much better—only you, Theo!"

He grabs one of my legs, tossing it over his shoulder as he pounds into me. I can barely breathe—my whole body tightens, every nerve on fire.

"You gonna come for me again, baby?" he whispers, lips brushing mine. "I want to feel you squeeze me while I fill this condom. I want to hear you scream my name while you fall apart."

And I do.

It hits me out of nowhere—blinding, hot, uncontrollable. I convulse beneath him, sobbing his name, nails dragging across his back as I ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

He doesn’t stop—he keeps going, fucking me through it until he groans loud, his own release following. His cock jerks inside me, buried deep as he spills into the condom.

His arms shake as he slowly lowers himself onto me, pressing his forehead to mine, both of us gasping for air.

I collapse against his chest, the heat of his skin and the sound of his pounding heart soothing my spinning mind.

"You okay?" he asks softly, brushing his hand up and down my back in lazy circles.

"Oh... um, I think you broke me," I say between breaths, trying to joke.

His body tenses under me instantly. "Really?!" He shifts like he’s about to sit up.

I laugh weakly and push him back down. "Theo… relax."

"Soph—"

I cut him off with a kiss. "I’m joking."

He frowns, hard. "That wasn’t funny."

"It was a little," I tease, grinning. "But I’m fine. I just feel like I’ve been thoroughly, absolutely, completely fucked—and that’s exactly what happened. No big deal."

He watches me for a beat longer, then grins. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

"Loved it."

"Good." He pulls me back into his chest, arms wrapping around me like he never wants to let go. We lie there in satisfied silence for a while, until he speaks again.

"I have a question."

"Sure," I say, eyes still closed.

"Why on earth did you name your sex toy Mr. Jones?"

My eyes fly open.

Oh boy.

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Author’s Note 💋🔥

Whew... over 4,000 words of straight-up smut and I’m not even sorry.

Theo is an animal. Period.

And Soph? A freak with the face of an angel—the best kind of contradiction. I love writing her losing control while still holding all the power in her softness. They just get each other in the most raw, intense way. 😮‍💨

Can we talk about that "because I'm about to fuck you like I don't love you" line???

Sir.
Theo, please. The rest of us are fragile.

Also, the post-sex moments?? Ugh. My heart. I LIVE for their messy, honest, slightly chaotic aftercare and banter. It’s giving “I’ll ruin you but also tuck you in after.” 🥹

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I loved writing it! I’m still learning how to pace these high-heat moments with emotion and vulnerability, so thank you for sticking around and trusting me with Theo and Soph’s story.

If you liked this chapter, don’t forget to comment, vote, and let me know your favorite line or moment! ✨