Locked In

26

THEON

I couldn’t sleep. I had been tired last night and would have fallen asleep right after finishing my work because I’d not slept in over twenty-four hours and my body was starting to notice. But she came.

And she didn’t want to go back. I didn’t want her to leave as well. Then she’d come to my bed and pull me with her, inhaling and stuffing her nose in my pillows, telling me how much she missed my bed as well.

How could I sleep when her chest rose and fell softly? I ran my fingertip over her forehead, my other hand propped up, fist holding up the side of my face. She breathed softly, and I palmed her cheek, making her snuggle into me and as she moaned.

My cock, having the mind of its own, jerked at the sound. I took in a deep breath, but it was fruitless, all the blood in my body rushed to one place. My hand went from her face down to her chest, enjoying the way her chest moved steadily. It went lower till I was circling her nipple, teasing her with the ring she pierced it with.

She moaned again, her chest picking up rhythm. She was liking it. I took the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling softly. Her sleepy reaction sank into my skin and flowed with my blood to my cock, hardening it in my briefs.

I swallowed, the urge to take her peaked nipples in my mouth and suck acute. I didn’t want to wake her, but I wanted to be inside her, and I wanted her to know I was the one fucking her. Shit, was that even possible?

One way to find out.

In a second, I was on my knees, spreading her legs. She was in her knit trousers. Apparently, she was about to go to bed when she was sent the email for her new, ‘mysterious’ job, and she had run here with tears in her eyes.

I pulled down the trousers, careful not to wake her, and tossed it somewhere. No panties. It took me back to the night she told me she didn’t wear panties to sleep. The night I wanted to cage her down and give in to the beast.

She was divine.

From this angle, with her legs parted, I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the view or the sight of her naked form. If I could, I’d have her naked all the damn time.

I should take off her shirt as well, but that would definitely wake her. I had to work with what I had. Unable to resist any longer, I palmed my cock and glided my fingers through her folds. She was dry, and I bent down to take her clit in my mouth. She made a low sound, her body shifting on the bed. But her eyes were shut.

I sucked and devoured her, tasting her again for the first time in days that felt like years. I fucked her with my tongue, plunging in and out, and her breathy sighs turned to moans, subconsciously pushing her pussy into my face.

With my thumb, I rubbed the little bundle of nerves and ate her out like it was the last time she’d let me.

“Ah, Theon.” The sound was soft, low, and it went straight to my head. She knew who owned this body. Even in her sleep.

My mind spun out of control as I replaced my tongue with my fingers, sinking two digits into her at once. She was wet, welcoming me with ease. My tongue licked her sweet pussy that I’d gladly die in, and fucked her hole that I’d rather get buried in.

When she was soaked enough to take me in, I tipped off my briefs and stroked my cock, shivering with the anticipation of sinking into her.

Precum dropped the more I ran my rough fist up and down my shaft, and I rubbed it over her clit before pushing into her just an inch. My heart rate spiked.

If I died before my time, it would be because of her.

Her warm pussy enveloped me, calling me to sink in another inch, but my control slipped and I went deeper than an inch, waking her with a gasp.

“Fuck, Theon. Oh, shit.” Her chest shot up, eyes wide with shock, so I went all the way inside her to double her shock. “ God!”

“Take off your shirt,” I said, slowly pulling back.

She was breathing heavily, brows pinched together. “Shit, I thought I was dreaming.”

“Well, good morning. Sorry to wake you up.” I thrust back into her, and she swore. “Take that off, Ainsley. I want you naked.”

“What kind of psychopath goes down on people during sleep?”

“Me. Now, do you want me to say it the third time?”

Biting her lips, she grabbed the hem and pulled it over her head, presenting to me that flawless body of hers. One that belonged to me. My eyes slowly lowered from her face to her collarbone, down to her chest, to her pierced pebbled nipples, to her stomach and finally to where we were joined. Every inch of her was perfect.

“Touch me,” she whimpered, referring to her tits.

I raised one eyebrow. “Am I still on probation?”

She scowled. “Don’t even dare try to fuck your way out of this.”

I chuckled. Chuckled. During sex. Even the sound of that in my head was ridiculous. I leaned down and swirled my tongue around her areola, my palm on the other one, tugging and rolling.

She moaned with each thrust, her eyes closed, her brows still pinched together in pleasure. I loved to see her like this. Among the facial expressions she made—how her face lit up with a smile, how it swelled with tears, how it heated up with lust, how her eyes widened in fear and shock—how it twisted in pleasure was my favourite.

My hand left her nipple and circled her neck, kneeling upright and squeezing, needing to see her gasp and beg for air.

I moved inside her with a driving force, her walls clenching me tighter the longer she could not breathe.

It hit like a jolt of lightning, sharp and sudden, making every nerve in my body buzz, setting my skin on fire. She made my heart hammer strongly in my chest, so strong it felt like my heart was too big for my body.

I loved when—damn, there wasn’t a part of this woman that I didn’t love at this point. Everyone in this messed up world should be worshipping at her feet from time to time. Shiver shot down my spine, tingling, fierce, and unstoppable. It was as if every muscle tightened at once, my blood humming with a power that left me dizzy.

She tapped my arm, her face red, and her lips apart, struggling for air. Her body jerked like it did whenever she was close, and I let her breathe, palming her breast instead and giving it a rough squeeze.

“I’m going... oh god...I’m—”

“I know,” I could feel mine, too, her warm pussy being a paradise I couldn’t resist for long. “Come for me. Come like the good girl that you are.”

It was an order her body obeyed. Her back arched, the veins in her neck strained as she came hard, my name on her tongue. That was my demise.

For a moment, I couldn’t think. Just...feel. My fingers trembled, my pulse pounded in my ears, and I swore I could taste the adrenaline, sharp and metallic. It felt like the storm inside me had awakened—raw, electric, and consuming, like my entire being was on the verge of bursting.

She was my demise.

I fell on the bed beside her, pulling her close with my cock still throbbing inside her. I planted kisses on her neck, her pulse pounding beneath my lips.

“You casted a spell on me, didn’t you?” I asked into her neck after a while.

She laughed, but it quickly got cut off by a moan when I shifted. “Take it out.”

“No.” I suddenly loved the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock, fluttering, even when I wasn’t moving. “I like the heat.”

“But it’s...it’s strange.” Strangely feels good.

I heard the unsaid word as she moved, as if trying to get some relief. “Better get used to it. Your cunt is addicting.”

“I don’t think that’s on me.”

I smirked. “Easy. That sharp mouth is getting me hard again.”

“Is there a moment you’re not hard? You literally woke me up with your dick inside me.”

I drew in a long breath. “Is there a moment you’re not wet? You were literally dripping in your sleep.”

“It’s a normal reaction. Anyone would have made me—”

“No.”

“Yes.”

I propped myself up on one arm and twisted her neck to face me. “You were soaked for me.”

Her pupils swept over my face, her gaze searching but not out of fear or uncertainty. No, it was something deeper—something that made my chest tighten. There was admiration blooming in her eyes, a warmth that reached through the space between us and wrapped itself around me.

“For you,” she whispered, her voice soft and breathless. Her hand slipped around the back of my neck, her fingers threading through my hair as she gently pulled me down.

Our lips met softly, and the world slowed, her warmth melting into me as I kissed her back, savouring the moment I had craved. Her lips moved with mine, tender, but with a quiet urgency that made my skin prickle. I lost myself in the softness of her mouth, the sweetness of it sending molten air through my veins.

She broke the kiss with a slight dip of her head, her breath still mingling with mine, her fingers tracing along my bottom lip.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as her finger lingered on my lip. “For everything. Especially the job. Even though I don’t know how you pulled it off.”

Her words were like a balm, soothing something raw inside me. “Don’t thank me. You deserve it. It’s for ruining the others,” I whispered back, praying she felt how much I regretted it.

“Are you kidding?” She giggled. “I’ve always wanted to be an employee there, though I never dreamt of climbing my way up to that position in ten years. People are gonna hate me.”

“They will. But no one will come close to you,” I assured her. “I made sure of that already.”

She smiled softly, then it dropped, her breath hitching. “Your hands. They must hurt.” She reached for them, her face morphing into worry as she observed the cuts.

“They paid off. Now,” I pulled out of her just a little bit and lodged back inside. Her sounds would be the death of me. “Tell me why you were laughing while eating the food I made.”

The reminder had her bursting into laughter. “Where do I start from? Hmmm…how do you survive?”