“Keep your tongue on my pussy, Theo,” I said through gritted teeth and he laughed evilly before going back in, this time wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard. I pinched my breasts in the way I liked and he kept at it, his tongue sliding along the furrow then piercing me. He scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin there and a breath shuddered out of me. He spread me with his thumbs and dove in and took pulls from my clit like he was trying to milk it, my eyes rolled in my head from the hot, angry pleasure his mouth was giving me.

He did it again and again then pulled off. I’d never ever had anyone go down on me like this. I felt like I was going to come apart. Without warning three fingers struck my engorged pussy, the line between pain and pleasure taking me so close to the edge I was sure they could hear me panting ten floors down.

“More, please,” I begged even though I had no clue what I was asking for. He sucked and the orgasm hit me so hard and so swiftly I almost fell into the pool. But Theo kept tasting and touching me through it until I was wrung out.

“God damn, Alba.” I looked down at myself. Chest heaving and bikini bottoms undone, my top pushed under my boobs. Theo’s head still between my legs. It was as raunchy as it was perfect.

“I want to do that again,” I confessed, before my filters could go back up. He grinned, all smug, but I couldn’t even hold it against him. The boy had serious game. Without warning, he lifted himself out of the pool. His dick was hard and tenting his shorts and my mouth watered at the thought of taking him. His wet feet slapped on the concrete and in the next moment he was pulling me up to him.

“I knew you’d be fucking delicious.” He pressed kisses over my shoulder and neck while he finished untying my bikini. I looked up at the darkening sky and smiled. God this was so stupid, and there was no way I was stopping.

“I want to go somewhere I can kneel without scraping my knees and suck you off,” I told him, and he made a sound like I’d punched him in the gut, then hurriedly pulled me by the hand to the oversize chaise in the lanai. He did not waste time, pushing down his trunks the moment my ass hit the cushion.

“There it is,” I said as the infamous tattoo came into view. For a moment he looked a little surprised and looked down at himself.

“Not your cock.” I laughed. “Although that is quite an impressive piece of machinery you have there, Theo Ganas,” I crooned appreciatively as he pumped it in his hand.