I tore my lips off when I couldn’t take it anymore. “You’re too damn hot, baby.” My nose grazed hers. “Pussy so tight, so wet, I can’t fuck you as long as I want to.”
Shifting back to my knees, I held her hips in my hands, digging my fingers into her ass. Helen let out a gasp, hands flying forward so she could brace herself on my arms.
“Theo, please, please, don’t stop.” Nails scratched at my forearms.
“You think I’ll stop?” My eyes went to where I entered her, her pretty pussy taking me again and again. Clinging to me, sucking me in deeper with every pass. “Look at that. Look how you take me.”
She watched too, her pants coming a little faster. “I’m close. I didn’t think I could, but I need it. I need to come, Theo. Fuck me harder.”
“I’ll give it to you. I have you.” Rising on my knees, her back half off the mattress, I slammed into her. Long, deep strokes, slapping her pelvis with mine, making her moan and claw at my arms. I thought she was gorgeous before, but nothing compared to Helen writhing on the sheets, wholly giving herself over to me.
It took everything out of me not to follow her over when she came apart on my cock. Her swollen lips parted, breathing her pleasure into the air. It was a show in itself, and I wouldn’t allow myself to miss any of it.
“Theo,” she sighed, sweet and soft.
Shifting again, I fell over her, hiking her knees back so I could drive into her. Her breath came in stuttering pants each time I seated myself. I took her tit in my hand, the other cupped her jaw, and I fucked her until there was no more holding back. It was savage and rough, but I wouldn’t have gone there with her if she hadn’t been right there with me. The fact that she was, that she was mewling like a kitten in my arms, sent me over the edge, draining every last ounce of pleasure until I had nothing left.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, collapsing on top of her.
Helen shoved her face into my neck, heating my skin with her uneven pants. I stayed there, out of strength and energy, until I had to move to take care of the condom. Then I flopped on my back with a deep groan.
Something light landed on my chest. I laughed when I saw it was a tissue. “Thanks, baby.”
Helen’s grin was as lazy as the flick of her fingers. “Any time, Theodore.”
I got rid of the condom, wrapped it in the tissue, and tossed it on the floor. Then I tucked Helen into my side, closing my eyes.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“I don’t know. My phone’s behind me on the nightstand.” Her nail traced the outline of the muscles on my chest. “Before I woke you, it was four.”
I threw my hand up. “No. Four? Jesus, why?”
She smacked me. “You’re complaining that I woke you up?”
My eyes opened, and I dipped my chin to look at her. “Nope. I’d give up sleep forever for another shot at sinking inside you. Best I ever had.”
She smacked me again. “Don’t play me.”
“Was that not the best you ever had?”
Instead of answering, she rolled away from me onto her other side. I followed, bringing her back to my chest. She squirmed, but she didn’t put up much of a fight.
Brushing her hair from her face, I kissed her ear. “Was that a hard question?”
“No. Maybe.” She crammed her face into her pillow so it muffled her voice, but I heard her anyway. “That was the first time I’ve had sex sober.”
I stilled. “First time ever?”
She nodded, still buried in the pillow.
“I have to say I’m honored. I don’t know what I did to deserve being woken up by your mouth, but I want to know so I can keep doing it.”
She waved me off, keeping her face hidden. “I thought sleepy sex might be like drunk or high sex. It wasn’t.”
I touched my lips to her shoulder. “You were wide awake.”
She nodded. “Yeah. Now I’m tripping.”
“No need to trip. That was incredibly hot. I want a repeat as soon as possible, but we’re not getting married. Let’s just let this ride, okay?”
When I’d picked Helen up to take her to see Shakespeare, I hadn’t envisioned us ending up here. I liked her, I was attracted to her, but I really wasn’t in a place to pursue anything serious. Not that I wouldn’t treat Helen right now that we were here. I didn’t have it in me to mistreat this girl who’d been mistreated all her life.
She blindly swatted at me. “Go back to sleep.”
“You too.” I settled behind her. After a minute or two, she relaxed against me, so I kissed her shoulder. “Cute little spoon.”
The giggle she let out hit me square in the chest. “Shut up, Theodore.”
I grinned against the back of her neck and pulled her tighter to me.
“Night, Helen.”
Chapter Twelve
Helen
Up until Theo, Luciana was the only person I’d ever shared a bed with. I had to say, sleeping with a big, warm man who’d spent a considerable amount of time making me come was infinitely better than fighting for space and being elbowed all night by my little sister.
Which was why, as soon as I regained consciousness, I was out of bed and away from his too-comfy arms. That was not something I was going to allow myself to get used to.
The sex part, I could do that. At my bathroom door, I glanced back at Theo’s long, muscular body, taking up more than his fair share of my bed, and bit my lip. Yeah, I could definitely deal with a little more of that.
I did my thing in the bathroom, scrubbing the sleep from my face and brushing the slime from my teeth. Not awake enough to shower, I slapped on some deodorant, wove my hair into a loose braid, and I was done.
The sleeping boy in my bed was awake and sitting up when I came out. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, Theo was up, crossing the room in a few steps and swooping me into his arms. He shoved his face into my neck, pressing his lips firmly under my ear.
“I need to head out,” he murmured against my skin. “Want to feed me breakfast before I go?”
“You’re going to take up my entire bed all night, then mooch breakfast off me?”
He brought his head up, blue eyes already twinkling at full force. “Yeah, I am.”
I tilted my head, sweeping a look over all his Theo hotness. “That’s fair.” I smacked his butt, which I happened to know was deliciously round and rock hard, because I’d spent a good amount of time with my legs wrapped around it. “Come on, Theodore. It’s time for a gourmet dining hall meal.”
He kissed my forehead. “Give me a couple minutes, then it’s on.”
He disappeared into the bathroom. I threw a hoodie on over my pajamas, slipped my feet into a pair of rainbow-checkered Vans, then I went into the living room to wait.
Elena lounged on the couch reading a newspaper.
Yeah. She did that. Apparently, it was her Sunday ritual.
“Is Zadie still sleeping?” I asked.
She slowly lowered the paper. “I haven’t seen her this morning.”
“Cool. I just wanted to see if she’d like to get breakfast with me.”
Brow arched, lips pursed, bitch face activated. “With you and the random ass you brought back to your room in the middle of the night?”