The way his tip massaged my clit, the way his mouth clung to my breasts and his hands caressed my cheeks, it was all amazing. I mentally slapped myself for waiting this long to tell him.

My orgasm built up with every pulse, every kiss, and every foul words that he muttered.

His dick teased my core too much, and I knew I don't want to wait any longer.

My moans could probably be heard across the street while I came on his dick. He carried on, swiping his dick between my wet folds, coating himself in my cum before he released too.

The familiar feeling of my high soon came to an end as I caught my breath. He rested his forehead against mine, exhaling on my lips. "Fuck, baby."

"That was amazing."

"Mhm." He rolled off my body, muttering with a smirk.

I couldn't stop myself from touching him again. I wrapped my leg over his body, holding my weight with my knees, hovering over him.

"Cami..." He sat up, colliding out lips. He sucked on my bottom lip, biting on it when I lowered myself, touching my wet pussy off his dick. We pulled away from our kiss, struggling to keep our moans contained.

His hands cupped my breasts, and I held onto his shoulders for support while I rocked my body.

"Theo..." I groaned when he began teasing at my nipples.

"This is really, fucking hot..."

I moved my hands to his hands, tugging at the roots, kissing him again.

My body lowered and his tip pressed to my burning core. My stomach twisted at the thought of him inside of me.

"Camila-" He complained, "Don't tease me, baby."

I moved to his neck, sucking and kissing down it before licking a strip back up to his earlobe.

"Fuck me."

"What?"

He pulled us apart, holding my cheek in his hand.

"I want you to fuck me, Theodore." He looked like a deer in headlights, but I don't think that's a bad thing.

"Cam-"

I couldn't imagine what words were going to leave his mouth. He does want to, doesn't he?

A crash in the flat made us both react, giving each other a confused look.

"Hold that thought."

*

I sat on his bed in my skirt and bra, thinking. What happens now? The benefits, the one sided feelings and love triangles are over. There's no more chasing. No more lying.

"Thin walls." Theo came back in, tossing me my shirt. His face was red and he ran his hands through his hair. "And two nosey-ass sisters."

"You're joking..."

"Nope."

"So they heard-"

"Yep."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

He sat down on the bed and I slipped the shirt over my arms, leaving it unbuttoned. He kept looking at me and flashing his teeth for a second, before looking away.

We locked eyes and this time we didn't break the contact, we just laughed.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"What now?" I asked, lying down on his bed.

"We should probably talk..."

"Yeah."

"Why'd you stop things if you wanted this?" He asked curiously.

"Because I realised I saw you as more than a friend and I panicked."

"Isn't that a reason to have benefits?"

"You know when you're a kid, and you find a food that you love. And you start eating it everyday for every meal, until one day you just get sick of it, and then you just don't want it anymore..?"

"You think I'd get sick of you?"

"It was a terrible logic."

"Terrible logic." He laughed.

"Why didn't you tell me how you felt? I told you."

"I know, but I wasn't sure if you were serious or not."

"You think I'd joke about something like that?"

"I don't know, to be honest. I think I knew but I didn't admit it to myself until Zoe pointed it out."

"That's what she meant." He chuckled.

"What exactly did she say?" I rolled onto my stomach, looking up at him.

"'Protecting people's feelings is making her lie about her own'."

"I knew she said something to you yesterday."

"So she was right? Your 'migraine' was just because you were upset about everything?"

I put my face in my hands, "I was just annoyed with myself."

"I was too." He chuckled.

"Well you didn't act like it. You were on cloud nine after I called things off."

"Say that again, but slower." He looked at me like I had two heads.

"But hey, it's fine - we're okay now, right?"

"More than okay."

He leant forward, slowly pressing his lips to mine.

Everything just went so fast, but this kiss felt like forever. It was soft, and careful. Our lips slowly moved together but we weren't heavy. It was just natural.

His hands held my face as he pulled away, forcing me to look at him while he whispered onto my lips. "I'm going to fuck you, I promise. But I'd rather do it when we're alone."

"I can wait." I bit my bottom lip with a smile. "Now... can I freshen up before your Mom comes home too?"

"Sure. The bathroom's the first door on the left. There's towels and stuff in there."

"Thank you." I gave him another swift kiss before getting out of the bed and quietly making my way to the bathroom, trying not to get spotted by one of the girls.

I still need to explain things to Zoe, I know she's going to kill me but she'll be over joyed at what just went down. I know I am.

I closed the bathroom door behind me, admiring the black and white room it before searching for towels. I found them in the grey cabinet under the sink, neatly stacked and folded.

I took a body towel and tied my hair into a messy bun before stripping off and turning on the hot water.

It heated quicker than I expected, and it took me a moment to figure out how the faucet works.

I eventually stepped in, closing the curtain and letting the hot water drip down my chest. My hands rubbed down my stomach to my sticky thighs, cleaning off both of our cum.

"Camila?"

There were three small knocks on the door.

"Yeah?"

"You forget your clean clothes."

I smiled, knowing it was his shitty excuse to come in, but acting oblivious.

"You can come in..."

The door creeped open and I heard his footsteps. "They're on top of the toilet."

I pulled back the curtain, watching him freeze to look at me. I could see how hard he was trying not to look at my body, but after a few seconds his eyes drifted, and he placed him hand on the door, pushing it closed.

"Room for one more?"

"Nope." I smirked, closing the shower curtain. The hot water dripped down my collarbone as I stood under the shower head. The sound of the door locking made me grin, and my body tingled in excitement.

I heard his clothes drop to the floor and the white curtain was tugged open again.

I didn't bother turn around, and didn't even flinch when I felt his hands reach around the front of my body.

One of his hands met my throat, while the other cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it and teasing my nipple, making me wince softly. My breath shook as he began to choke me.

He stepped closer, now pressing our bodies together so I could feel his erection against my lower back.

"It was rhetorical..." He hummed in my ear.

I knew what I was doing when I turned around to face him. All it took was a flash of a smile and a few fluttering blinks, and his lips were pressed to mine. Hungrily and lustfully, our hands moved frantically to hold each other as close as possible, letting our tongues adventure every corner of our mouths.

"Do me a favour?" I hummed onto his lips.

"Anything."

"Don't let my hair get wet."

I placed my hands on his chest, making us switch sides so the water dripped down his shoulders. His hand on my throat loosened and moved to my hair as I lowered myself down his body, exhaling heavily on his skin.

I made it to my knees, looking up at him while his hair soaked under the tap. I swiped across his tip, licking off the pre-cum. "Camila- fuck."

I sucked on the end of his tip making him gasp heavily. My tongue rubbed the underside of his dick.

I was bored of the teasing, wanting him to fuck my mouth relentlessly. I pulled him out completely giving him a smile before my mouth gapped open, and pushed him straight down my throat until my lips reached his base. "Fuck-" he groaned, his body jerking when I began to move my head.

I gripped his thighs and pulled him back out, letting his tip sit on my tongue. I watched his face screw up while I pushed him further down again, hitting him off the back of my throat. "You look so fucking good with my dick in your mouth."

I moaned onto his dick, holding his thighs tighter.

"Mila..."

He began pulsing into my mouth, letting my eyes fill with tears. He began sucking through his teeth, rolling back his eyes. "Yeah, mhm..."

I attempted to smirk proudly when I left his legs shaking under my grip, but failed miserably due to his shaft pumping in and out of my mouth. "Almost there, baby..."

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking his cock. Minutes turned into seconds and his hand in my hair slipped under my bun and gripped at the roots. The other moved to his face and he bit the back of his hands, muffling his groans. "I'm gonna cum."

It only took three more pulses for him to give in and released down my throat, tasting the warm cum on the back of my tongue. I sucked as he pulled himself out, not wasting a drop. He let his hands fall, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. "Oh fuck..."

With his help I climbed back to my feet in triumph, turning my body to the faucet. "Can I finish my shower now?"

"Nope."

His hand gripped my ass and the other snaked around the front of my body, from my stomach, over my erect nipples and to my throat.

His fingers tightened their grip, making me struggled to breath as I rested my head on his chest.

"It was rhetorical."

"Are you saying you want me to stop?" His hand on my ass moved to my front, lowering down my stomach agonisingly slow, making its way to my pussy.

I shook my head 'no' as his fingertip grazed over my clit, and place my bottom lip between my teeth.

"I thought I taught you to use your words, baby..."

"No."

"No, what?" His fingers slipped between my lips, brushing off my aching core.

"Don't stop."

"Don't stop, who?"

"Don't stop, Theo-"

Without warning, his two thick fingers pushed into my body, turning my sentence into a moan. "Fuck."

He carefully curled his fingers, brushing them off my walls. "Don't be cheeky with me." He hummed into my hair. "I've got you wrapped around my fingers..."

I stayed quiet, unsure if he's going to make another comment. It's hard to have a conversation when you can feel yourself growing hotter and weaker by the second. "You're mine now, only mine."

"I'm yours." I sighed, wanting him to touch me more.

"That wasn't very believable..." he slowly removed his fingers, and I groaned in displeasure.

"What do you want from me?" I exhaled, almost inaudibly, making him spin me around.

Both his hands cupped my face, holding his inches from mine.

"Not from you... just you."

"You've always had me."

"Not the way I want you." His hands weren't gripping my throat anymore but I still struggled to breathe as he exhaled onto my lips.

"And how do you want me?" I closed my eyes, resting my forehead to his.

"I want you-"

Once again we were interrupted, but this time the sound was from the front door.

"I'm home! Can someone help me with the groceries?"

I burst into giggles, and Theo groaned, letting go of my face to turn off the tap. "Sorry." He whispered.

"We can finish later."

"Oh you will, I promise."