Chapter 55

I had him the first time up against the wall in the foyer, his hands pinned to either side of his head while I drove into him. “Say my name.”

“Theo!”

He came, but I didn’t.

The second time I dragged him into the living room and had him on his hands and knees on the rug in front of the fireplace. Still fully dressed, I slammed into him, plowed him, caused him to rock forward with each thrust.

“Say my name.”

He was sweating and shaking, almost sobbing with the need to come again. “Theo!”

I made him climax again, catching it all in my palm and rubbing it into his torso, but I held off on my own orgasm.

Stripping off the jeans and shirt, I took him a final time on our bed, his legs over my shoulders, my hands hard on his hips. If I’d been thinking straight I would have realized he’d have bruises in the morning, but all I knew…all that mattered, was the feel of him…his hot, tight channel, rhythmically clenching around me.

“Say my name!”