I've missed having a mouth between my legs way too much.

The lack of a piercing tells me that it isn't Justin, but a faraway voice in my head is reminding me that it doesn't make sense for it to be Cal... But I can't focus on that now.

I'm too lost in the pleasure of the sensation.

A moan escapes me, and then a deep voice asks, "You ready to come for me, Princess?"

... Princess?

I look down my body, and instead of Cal's beautiful face looking up at me, I'm greeted with the scowling face of Theo. Only, he's not scowling. He's looking up at me with hooded eyes and that playful smile of his.

Before I can answer him, he drops his mouth against me again. His beard scratches against my sensitive skin and tickles my inner thighs.

No. This can't be happening. Theo has made it clear that he doesn't want this.

I reach down to shove him away but instead, my fingers curl into his hair and I hold him closer.

"Oh Theo, don't stop," I beg when his head slightly pushes back on my hand.

His full lips continue to move against me, but more softly this time. Of course, he's a fucking tease, but I can't find it in me to complain because his teasing feels like the most exquisite torture.

"Theo... Theo..." I wish I could come up with something witty to say but my need for him in this moment overrides my ability to think. There's no possible way for my brain to form any other thoughts. I can only say, only think, this sexy man's name.

"Milia," he murmurs my name affectionately and then flattens his tongue against me and laps at me like an animal in desperate need of water. It draws out a long, needy moan from my mouth.

He groans in reply, and the rumbling sound does amazing things to my burning body.

"Milia," he says my name again, full of desire, and holy shit, I think I might come from how beautiful it sounds.

"Milia, Princess, come," his desperate voice sounds in my ear.

Oh, I'm going to. "Theo!"

"Come, Milia..." His beard tickles my cheek when he groans the command in my ear again.

... Or did he say "C'mon"?

Wait... He's going down on me, how is he talking in my ear?

My eyes flash open to find Theo's dark eyes burning into mine.

We're lying on the couch with our legs tangled together, and Theo is propped up on one of his elbows, partially leaning over me.

"Good dream?" he asks in a breathless whisper.

I'd be so embarrassed right now if he didn't look so turned on. Instead, I boldly lick my lips, nod my head, and press my body closer to his.

Theo lets out a groan of longing that makes every nerve in my body tingle and dance. "You're killing me, Princess," he confesses in that rumbling voice of his. The same voice that had just been telling me to come for him in my dream.

"Theo, please." I don't need to specify what I'm asking for. A saint or not, Theo's still a man. His very biology knows what I want.

"Milia..." It's all he says before he rakes a hand into my hair and seals his mouth over mine.

My heart feels like it's beating out of my chest. I kiss him back desperately and reach down his body to find his other hand on my hip. My fingers curl around his wrist, and I pull his hand away from my hip bone to guide it under the long shirt and between my legs.

Theo willingly goes along with the movement but breaks his contact with my lips when I press my hips forward to increase the pressure of his fingers.

"Make me come, Theo," I beg when his gaze once again finds mine. "Please. Please."

"Frick."

I never thought such an innocent word could sound so damn hot, but holy frick, the way he says it as he presses his fingers against the damp cotton of my panties is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

"Theo!" I cry out his name as he rubs against me, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

I can see the conflict in his expression. His conscience is trying to rear its head through his desire to end this moment between us.

He's a good man, a rule follower, but right now we're throwing out all the rules. I'm not his wife, I'm not even technically his girlfriend, and Theo is not the type to engage in meaningless thrills. So what does this mean for him?

What does it mean for us?

Whatever it means, I can't think about it now, and I don't want Theo to either. I bring my hand up to rest against his cheek and comb my fingers through the thick hair of his beard.

I love this fucking beard.

I pull on it to bring his face closer to mine, and Theo enthusiastically gives me what I want. As his tongue works its way into my mouth, he curls his finger to rub a thick knuckle against my needy bud.

And somehow, without even taking my clothes off, he launches my body into an all-consuming orgasm.

I have to pull my mouth away from his to catch my breath. I don't want to stop kissing him, but it's the only way I'll be able to keep myself from passing out.

How the hell did virgin Theo manage to make me come so fast and so fucking hard?

Theo's dark eyes burn into mine as he watches me fall apart. He's breathing rapidly, looking completely drunk with desire.

I want to reach for him, to give him the same pleasure he's giving me. But my body is stuck in a trance, completely immobile under his dark gaze and strong hand, which is now dragging back and forth across my wet panties with a feather-light, sensual caress.

My breathing slowly starts to regulate as the waves coursing through my body begin to ebb and flow in place of the tidal waves that had just been overtaking me.

Theo's still staring at my face. It's obvious that he's turned on, but other than that it's impossible to read his expression.

Is he already regretting it?

He didn't want this. He's made it clear on more than one occasion. Did I pressure him into it?

The state of absolute bliss and peace I momentarily felt begins to fade away. I avert my gaze from Theo's and shift my body, attempting to give him the universal sign that he can walk away now; I don't need him to stick around to pity cuddle.

Theo's hand moves from my hair at the back of my head to grip my chin. He turns my face back to look at him and gifts me with the most radiant smile.

I have two seconds to enjoy the sight, and then his mouth is hungrily moving against mine. My stomach somersaults around inside of me to the point that I think I might be sick.

That sick feeling is quickly smothered by a different sensation when his hand once again starts rubbing between my legs with purpose, stirring up those overwhelming tidal waves inside of me all over again.

He moves his mouth from mine to press his face against my neck, and his hand releases my chin to trail down my side, then slides underneath my body to palm my ass. A shaky breath comes out of him, tickling my throat as his beard hair lightly scratches against the skin of my collarbone.

I'm reminded of the very real sensation from my dream when I imagined his beard scratching against my inner thighs while his hot, thirsting tongue moved against me.

"Theo, Theo," I begin to chant his name, picking up the volume when his lips move along my neck, and his tongue lightly traces the shell of my ear.

His ragged breath cools my searing skin as it comes out in quick spurts against the damp places left behind by his tongue and kisses. His fingers pick up speed as they continue to move against me, and his hand underneath my ass pushes into me, lifting me more firmly against his touch between my legs.

"Oh, Princess," he growls against my ear, "Your voice... Hearing you pant my name while you dreamt about me... It's like a damn siren song, the way you draw me in." He brings his face away from my ear to look down at me. "And watching you..."

He briefly closes his eyes and breathes out another shaky breath. His eyes open to meet mine again. "Watching you come for me, Milia... Amazing. Incredible. So beautiful. I need to see it again. Think you can do that for me, Princess?"

"Yes!" I gasp out my answer, and Theo grins down at me like a little boy receiving a Christmas present that he's been begging for all year.

"Mmmgood," he hums in reply. He tenderly kisses my forehead and then licks along the side of my neck. A low moan rumbles out of him like he's tasting the finest dessert in the world, and when he lifts his face to look down at me again, the fire in his eyes is almost too much.

I close my eyes tightly, and Theo's fingers momentarily retreat.

When my eyes whip open to beg him not to stop, he smiles down at me.

"That's my good girl," his low voice rumbles out while his fingers press back against me, and the feeling mixed with those words immediately sends me over the edge again.

I feel tears running down my face. Theo's eyebrows knit together with concern, but the expression quickly goes away when I smile up at him.

A soft giggle ripples out of me which blends into a moan when I feel Theo's hardness rubbing against my thigh, and the feeling of my second orgasm continues buzzing through my body.

Theo whispers my name in awe as he watches me, and then his face presses against my neck again, and a low grunt sounds in the back of his throat.

We both lay completely still as we catch our breaths.

I search my mind for something to say, but I still can't seem to think of anything but Theo's name, and so I whisper it to him.

He replies with a soft, "Hmm?" but makes no move to untangle his legs from mine, or to move his face away from my neck.

Maybe he's frustrated. He just gave me two mind-blowing orgasms, and I didn't even pretend to try to rub him off in the meantime.

I begin to run my hand down his body, but Theo grabs my wrist before I can even brush against him. He pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses each one of my knuckles, then holds it against his chest and goes back to pressing his face into my neck.

"What, you don't want to finish?" I can't keep the bitterness from my voice. I feel rejected. I finally managed to make the saint cave and give me what I want, but he's still too holy to let me do the same for him.

Theo finally lifts his face to look at me, his trademark scowl back in place. He takes my hand away from his chest and slides it down his body, right into the waistband of his jogging pants and boxers.

My hand finally meets his warm, thick cock, and he guides my fingers down its long length.

I'm met with a hot, sticky mess. My eyes go wide at the feeling.

"Oh," I exclaim with surprise, "You already did."

"Yeah," he admits but he doesn't seem embarrassed.

My fingers long to curl around him and fully explore what he's packing, but he doesn't give me the chance. He pulls my hand out of his boxers again and shifts his body, untangling his legs from mine. "I should probably go clean..."

He drifts off when I move my fingers, wet with his release, into my mouth. His eyes focus on the movement, and I put on a little show for him, sucking them clean and allowing a quiet moan to accompany the action.

His lips part as he watches me. It looks like he's forgotten how to breathe.

"Milia..." he whispers my name, and I think we're both unsure if he's scolding me or encouraging me. Either way, it motivates my next action.

My hand slides down my body this time, into my wet underwear. I close my eyes as I run two fingers through my folds and make contact with my sensitive, swollen sex.

When I open my eyes again, I find Theo's gaze on my hand. I remove it from my panties and bring it up between us.

Theo's eyes dart from my fingers to my eyes, and then back to my fingers. He licks his lips like a starving man, and when I slowly move my hand toward them, he parts them for me.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

His obnoxious phone alarm starts screaming on the side table, a foot behind our heads.

Theo rapidly blinks his eyes like he's snapping out of a hypnosis. He reaches over his head and the armrest of the couch to grab his phone and brings it to his face to silence the intrusive noise.

He continues to stare at the phone, longer than necessary, then places it on the armrest of the couch and brings his eyes back to mine. "Milia..." he starts, but I really don't want to hear the rest of it.

"It's fine, Theodore, I get it. You didn't mean for any of that to happen. You need to go to work. It's cool. I'm over it. You don't need to feel—"

I'm cut off when he grips my hand and pushes my fingers, still damp with my arousal, into my mouth.

My eyes go wide with surprise, and he smiles at me as he holds them firmly, yet gently, in place. "I'm not over it. Let me take you to dinner tonight when I get home. We'll talk about this, okay?"

I can't talk with my fingers in my mouth, so I nod, then repeat my show from earlier and suck my fingers clean with a little hum.

Theo watches me with an intense expression. He pulls my fingers from my mouth and replaces them with his tongue, which I gladly suck on and hum against as well.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Without moving his mouth from mine, Theo reaches above our heads to feel around for his phone.

I pull my face away from his and giggle at the way he moves after me. He quickly abandons his quest to silence his phone, opting to use his hand to capture my cheek instead. His fingertips gently stroke the side of my face while he holds me in place, and he once again covers my mouth with his.

"Theo," I giggle when he lets me come up for air, "you're going to be late."

"I'm the boss," he says casually and leans in to kiss me again.

"The boss' job is to lead by example," I quote him with my best Theo impersonation which really does no justice to the deep, sexy timbre of his voice.

"That's dumb," Theo says with a frown, "No one says that."

I thump him in the chest with a laugh.

I don't really want him to leave, but I'm already worried about how guilty he's going to feel about what just happened between us. I don't want to be the reason that he goes against any of his other values.

Theo chuckles and reaches over me with his massive, strong arm to push himself up. The position places his body nearly completely over top of mine, and an unplanned whimper escapes me when I imagine him in that position without any clothes between us.

Theo groans and shakes his head. "You're going to get me in all sorts of trouble, Princess," he scolds as he dips his hips to press against me.

Fuck. The things this man can do to me with even the briefest moment of contact.

I moan with frustration, desperately wishing he would nail me into this couch, even after the two perfect orgasms he's already given me.

"How the fuck are you still a virgin?" I groan out the question before I can stop myself.

He frowns, and I can tell it's not one of his teasing ones.

"Uhh-hmm..." he mumbles awkwardly as he lifts himself off me and climbs off of the couch. "I'm not."