And he looked directly at Jess, caught and held her stare… and held it…. and held it. Jess felt her heart falter then quicken, her cheeks flame scarlet as they gazed at each other. The crowd, silent, now started to murmur and Jess was aware of the people turning to gaze at her. A minute turned to two, then Theo cleared his throat and smiled at her.
‘There are always things beyond our reach seemingly,’ he spoke again, his even tone belying nothing of the fire burning in his eyes, ‘But the best way to combat that is this – pretend that it isn’t. Pretend you can have anyone – anything, I’m sorry, anything you want and you’re halfway there. So there it is. Thank you, Dean, for inviting me to speak and finally, my last words of advice are these…’ Storm grinned them and the sharp angles of his face softened, became boyish. He laughed briefly, still gazing at Jess, who couldn’t help returning his infectious smile. Theo nodded at her slightly then leaning into the mic, he spoke his final words. ‘’Be excellent to each other… and party on, dudes.’’
Jess was still giggling as she made her way back to the art department. Theo Storm was rich, gorgeous and as funny as hell. The whole package, she sighed, almost with longing. She relayed what had happened to an appreciative Gerry.
‘Well, you got your wish,’ he said before returning to his work. Jess sighed, flushing slightly. Almost. Her mind flittered back to that moment in the corridor, that feral need inside of her for Storm to take her in his arms and…
‘An Art Department with its own living, breathing work of art.’
His voice made her start, spin around. Theo Storm was leaning on the doorframe, grinning at her.
‘Hey,’ Theo couldn’t help from chuckling at her pained expression.
‘Um….hi.’ She had a low voice, almost a purr and it made his pulse quicken and his groin tighten. She was achingly beautiful: big brown eyes, long dark hair, and a curvy figure but it wasn’t that which drew Theo to this young stranger. It was her sense of humor, and her obvious intelligence.
He was aware he was staring and her face was becoming redder and redder from his intense scrutiny. He stepped towards her and saw her quiver, glancing into an office at the side of the big room. He saw a middle-aged man bent over his desk. Theo looked back at the girl and held out his hand.
‘Come with me.’ He was gratified when, despite a little hesitation, she slid her little hand into his and allowed him to lead her out of the room
Jess had no idea where he was taking her. All she knew was she would follow him anywhere. He led her outside to a waiting limo, opened the door for him and she slid into the back seat as if in a daze. He got in beside her and spoke to the driver, who nodded then put up the privacy screen. Theo smiled at her, touching his finger to her cheek.
‘Hey there, I’m Theo.’
She swallowed, wanting to lean into his touch. ‘Jess…I’m Jess.’
Next to him, she felt tiny, dwarfed as he moved his body closer, his palm cradling her face.
‘Hi Jess…’ he whispered, his face close to hers and then his mouth was on hers. She sank into the kiss, his soft lips moving against hers tenderly, his tongue gently exploring hers. She moaned softly and his kiss grew rougher, his breathing as laboured as hers. He pulled her onto his lap and she curved her arms around his neck as his hands slid around her waist, his big thumbs stroking her belly in a way that made her weak.
‘Christ, you’re beautiful,’ he murmured against her mouth. She opened her eyes to find him gazing at her with clear green eyes. She gasped slightly as his hand slid between her legs, caressed her through the cotton of her panties.
‘I want you,’ Theo Storm told her and every cell in her body melted at his words. She nodded, wanting him to tell her more.
‘We’re going to my apartment, Jess, and when we get there, I’m going to peel that dress from your glorious body and fuck you all night long. You are mine now, understand?’
She nodded, breathless, speechless. Was this really happening? If it was a dream, then she didn’t want it to end. She wanted this man to possess her completely, to never wake up from it. He kissed her again, a long, intoxicating kiss that made her head spin and then the limo was stopping.
She didn’t remember how they got from the car to the elevator, all she knew was that once inside, Theo drew the spaghetti strap of her dress down and exposed her left breast, catching the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. She gasped at the feeling and felt her legs quiver. She tentatively slid her hand down to his groin, the feel of his thick heavy cock huge against her hand and the hot length of it thrilling her. Theo moaned at her touch and smiled down at her.
‘It will be inside you very, very soon, Jessica.’ His hand, stroking her already wet panties, slipped inside the cotton and his fingers started to rub her clit, sliding along her cleft to her sex. He slid two fingers into her, moving them in and out of her. Jess’s head was swimming now and she barely heard the elevator stop. Theo swung her up into his arms and kissed her as he carried to her towards what she supposed was his bedroom. He set her on her feet and true to his word, he unhooked the dress from her shoulders and let it slither to the floor. He dropped to his knees, burying his face in her soft belly and she felt his tongue circle and dipped into her navel, his lips against her skin. God, she wanted him so badly. She tugged at him and he laughed at her impatience, sweeping her onto the bed. He stroked her face tenderly.
‘Okay, but this is the last time you get to set the rules, my Jess.’ She heard him unzip his fly, heard the condom snap on then he was pushing her legs apart and he plunged his huge cock into her. Jess almost screamed with pleasure as he fucked her harder and harder, her legs curling around him as she rode him. He pinned her hands above her head, his hips grinding into hers so roughly she felt pain but she didn’t care, she wanted to take all of him in, feeling him pounding her into otherworldly pleasure. She came again and again, but he kept on, his massive cock driving into her deeper and deeper until she was crying with pleasure. She felt him come, finally, his amazing body jerking and shuddering with the force of his climax. He stayed inside her as he shivered to a stop and then kissed her so passionately that it made her head swim.
‘Jessie, Jessie, Jessie…’ The way he spoke her name, a name no-one else called her, in a way was so intimate, so tender that she wanted to cry. He buried his face in her full breasts, breathing her in, catching his own breath. She cradled his head for a moment then as he shifted so he could look at her, she placed her palms flat against his immense, hard chest, marvelling at the feel of his solid body. His face had softened from the sharp angles of his arousal now and he smiled down at her.
‘Well, hello.’
She chuckled. ‘Hello,’ she suddenly felt shy, ridiculously, incongruously. Theo brushed her lips with his.
‘Jessica… I wanted you from the minute I saw you in that hallway. This morning I had a wicked hangover and a speech to give. I didn’t expect to find a goddess.’
She blushed furiously at his words and suddenly felt vulnerable. Was he giving her a line? Why bother now he’d already had her?
Theo was studying her expression and he stroked her face with his big thumbs. ‘No bullshit, I swear. But I did, I had to have you.’
He touched the pad of his thumb to her bottom lip then drew it down the centre of her body. Her belly quivered as he splayed his big hand across it. Jess couldn’t look away from his gaze and she reached up tentatively to brush her fingers along the dark circles under his eyes. He smiled as she did.
‘Hard night, last night’, he explained. ‘If I’d known, I’d have gotten more rest so I was ready…’
‘Ready for what?’ Her heart was beating fast, her voice barely a whisper. Theo Storm kissed her again, a deep throaty chuckle rumbling through his body.
‘To fuck you all night long, beautiful Jess, all… night… long.’
Jess woke in the middle of the night, thirsty. Beside her, Theo slept, his handsome face relaxed and sleeping. He looked much younger, alm
ost boyish. He was on his side, facing her, his hand splayed across her belly protectively, his lips pressed against her shoulder. ‘Wow’, Jess mouthed to herself, grinning. She couldn’t really believe what had happened in just a few hours. Feeling her throat protest, she slid carefully from under his grip and out of bed.
The night was cool on her skin and she shivered. Snagging his shirt from the floor, she wrapped it around her body: it was so big it fell almost to her knees and wrapped around her petite body nearly twice. She grinned, burying her face in the fabric to catch his scent. Fresh and woodsy, clean linen. She padded into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the sink, rinsing it and filling it with water. She drank an entire glass then refilled it, wandering out into the living room. Three walls were made entirely of glass and now she wandered over and looked down to the streets below, leaning her hot forehead against the cool glass.
Theo had kept his word and had thoroughly and expertly fucked her until she was exhausted, his complete domination over her body making her limbs liquefy and her senses explode.
Now, here in the silence of the night, Jess wondered how she’d gotten here – how his sheer machismo and dangerous charm had overcome the rules she had set up for herself. Don’t let anyone get too close.
She reasoned that sex wasn’t the same as emotional closeness but then again… something told her Theo wasn’t one of those hit-and-run guys.
‘You should always be lit by the moonlight.’
She turned at the sound of his voice and grinned at him. He was leaning against the doorway, the way he had earlier, watching her. He smiled as she chuckled, and went to her. He slid his arms around as she smiled up at him.
‘That was so cheesy,’ she murmured and he laughed, kissing her. He pulled the shirt open to reveal her body and she watched him as he admired the full breasts, the slight outward curve of her belly. He touched his fingertips to her cheek and she leaned into his touch, her gaze locked with his. He bent his head and kissed her slowly, taking the glass from her hand, and pulling the shirt from her body. Lifting her up, he pressed her back against the cold glass and she gasped at the icy feel against her skin. She could feel his cock, so ram-rod hard as it nudged against her sex and she moaned with longing, the honey flowing from her to cover his shaft.
His expression was so fierce, so focused on her that she felt a thrill of adrenaline spike through her. No-one had looked at her like that before, as if he wanted to own her, worship her. She wrapped her legs around his back as he supported her with his big hands, pressing her hard into the glass as he thrust into her. His immense strength made her feel as if she would rip in two as he drove relentlessly into her, his mouth grinding down onto her lips hungrily. He was so strong that he could hold her up with one arm, the free hand tangling in her dark hair, bunching it in his fist, holding her head still.
‘Jessica…. say my name.’
She gasped it out, barely able to catch her breath. ‘Theo…’
‘Again.’
‘Theo…’
He rammed his cock so deep into her that she screamed his name out again and again. Bright lights exploded in her vision as she came but he was unrelenting and Jess felt as if she were going to pass out. By the time he lowered her, gasping for air, she felt as high as if she’d mainlined heroin. Theo stretched out beside her, head propped up on his elbow, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she caught her breath, his hand stroking lazily over her belly. Eventually, she grinned up at him and he bent his head to kiss her. She stroked the hard lines of his cheekbones. His eyes were soft and, looking into them, she felt as if she’d known him forever. He smiled, seeming to read her mind.
‘Jessica Wood,’ he spoke softly - she thrilled at the melodic low growl of his voice, ‘You are the best reason to stay awake all night long. I’d like to see you again… to show you more of my world, learn about yours’. He bent his lips to hers and then locked his gaze onto hers. ‘I want to teach you about a world of pleasure that you’ve never even dreamed of.’
Her breath caught in her throat and a thrill of fear and pleasure mingled in her senses. His eyes were dark, dangerous, the sharp angles of his face even more defined by the darkness and the moonlight. He kissed her throat, then took each nipple into his mouth in turn and teased them until they were so hard they throbbed with pain. He pressed his lips against her belly then looked up at her.
‘A preview. I promised you I was going to taste every inch of your skin. I‘m going to fuck you hard, Jessica Wood, so fucking hard. My tongue is going to go deep inside you, and you’re going to scream my name, and beg me to fuck you. Are you on birth control, Jessica?’
Breathless, she nodded. He smiled. ‘Good. Because I want to feel your sweet cunt on my cock, Jessie, flesh on flesh. I want to fill you with my cum.’
His words were making her so wet she could barely speak but she managed to gasp out ‘I want to suck you.’
Theo grinned and flipped her so she straddled him. She moved down his glorious body, kissing his hard chest, the rippling stomach, taking his cock, so rigid and huge in her small hand, gliding her lips over the wide crest of it, feeling his body tense as she began to draw on it, her tongue teasing the tip. She could taste the sweet, clean skin, the saltiness of his pre-cum. She felt him tangle his fingers in her hair, the pads of his thumbs massaging her scalp. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his hips, heard his sharp intake of breath, his low, triumphant ‘Yes!’. His hips began to shudder as he neared his peak, and Jess felt his cock grow harder and then pulse as he shot into her mouth over and over.
Just as quickly, he moved her onto her back and pushed her legs apart, his mouth hungrily clamping onto her sex, his tongue lashing around her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, the folds of her labia swelling and pulsing with arousal. She reached for his head but he grabbed her hands and held them at her sides. His tongue swept along her cleft and delved deeply into her and she nearly screamed at the feel of it. Her entire skin vibrated with ecstasy, almost unbearable pleasure and when she came, she let herself go, forgot everything else but his touch, his mouth on her. She had no time to recover before he plunged his cock into her again, roughly pressing her legs further apart, making her hips ache. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting to let go, never ever ever…
The sun was streaming through the bedroom windows when she opened her eyes. She glanced over to the clock on the nightstand. Eleven-thirty. Shit. She bolted upright then remembered – it was Saturday. She heard a commotion from the kitchen and got up, snagging Theo’s shirt again. She padded through the apartment, following the scent of food.
Bare-chested and wearing some grey jogging pants, Theo had his back turned to her as he flipped pancakes onto a plate and she slid her arms around his back. He started a little, then pushed the frying pan to the back of the stove and turned the gas off.
‘Hey! You’re up.’ He turned in her arms and kissed her, obviously delighted at seeing her. ‘I missed you. How did you sleep?’
She pressed her mouth against his. ‘Wonderfully, thank you.’
It was true: the first time in months, maybe even a couple of years that she had actually slept right through. Usually, she woke every half-hour or so, listening for any noises, any intruder. Jules was to thank for that: the night he’d broken into her apartment and beaten her badly, and had broken her ribs.
But last night, wrapped in Theo’s big arms, she had felt safe. She knew it was ridiculous but she felt she had known him forever, not just the few hours she had. She smiled up at him now and he smoothed the hair away from her face.
‘Good.’ He bent his head to kiss her slowly, deeply and she sighed, her body relaxing into his. ‘Mmmm. I made you breakfast, but now I’m thinking I should maybe help you work up an appetite.’
Her smile widened, and she arched an eyebrow at him. ‘And how will you do that, sir?’
He laughed, cocking his eyebrow up. ‘I can tell you but I’d rather just sh
ow you.’
She kissed him. ‘What did you mean last night…. a new world of pleasure?’
He smiled. ‘Forgive my assumption but something tells me you’ve never been made love to the way a beautiful, exciting woman like you should be. Am I wrong?’
She smiled slightly. ‘Until last night.’
He chuckled, kissing her to thank her for the compliment. His lips moved to her ear. ‘That was nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you, my beautiful Jess.’
Sharp spikes of pleasure jagged through her at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed up at him, into those gorgeous green eyes. She touched his face gently, noticing the strong jaw, the aquiline nose, the dark, thick eyelashes. His expression, she realised, could look so hard, almost dangerous but when he looked at her…
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