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I closed the door behind myself, unsure if we're actually going to 'talk' or if his body is going to pin me to the hinged wood.

"Cute?"

"Hm?"

"You said he was 'cute' - Lincoln."

"Oh." I turned around to see his jealous pose - his crossed arms and stern look. "Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." I stood up to him, letting him tower over me slightly. "He's cute..."

"What does that mean?"

"Why? Are you jealous?"

"Just... wondering." He shrugged, like he was trying to shake it off.

"I think you're jealous." I stuck a pointy finger to his tough chest, with a small smile plastered across my face.

"I don't get jealous."

"And the sky is green." I smirked. "What's the point of this conversation then?"

"I don't know. I just don't like you talking about other guys like that."

I have to admit I quiet enjoy the protective side of Theo. I've started to realise it isn't in a brotherly way.

"Jealousy." I hummed, lowering my finger from his chest, just for him to grab it in his hand.

"Should I be? I thought you were mine..."

"I only called him 'cute'."

"And if I was to call another girl 'cute'?"

"I wouldn't care." I lied.

"Alright." He broke eye contact and looked up, over my head. His grip on my hand loosened and he began walking towards his bed. "Do you wanna-"

"Cute is what you call a dog..." I followed him, laying on the bed next to him, not letting him finish his sentence.

"And what would you call me?"

"Hot." I smirked.

He moved over my body, placing his hand beside my head to hold himself over me.

"I don't like being 'jealous'."

My breathing shook as it mixed with his hot and heavy ones while I felt myself grow wetter in his boxers.

"That's your fault."

"No, It's yours..." He exhaled on my lips.

"You have nothing to be worried about. I'm yours now, only yours."

"Promise?"

"Always."

I took the first move by leaning forward, raising my head from the bed to press my lips gently to his. My hands ran up his chest and I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could kneel in between them.

He bit on my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I granted, moaning softly into his mouth while our tongues danced together.

"Your family are in bed..."

"We're being quiet, aren't we?"

I sighed in response, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His hand travelled between us, reaching under the hem of my dress. "Thin walls, Theo..." I warned him.

"Fuck." He groaned. "It's gonna be a long night then..."

I smiled, kissing him again. He pulled away, keeping his eyes on my lips as he spoke to me.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yeah, let me get changed." I smiled.

He lay on his bed, flicking through his laptops to find a movie for us to watch. After ages of looking through his wardrobe and the few spare clothes I brought, I ended up picking out a pair of his boxers and a white t-shirt.

I struggled to unzip my dress, standing in front of his long mirror in attempt to grab the zip. "Fuck..."

"Need a hand?"

"Please." I sighed, turning my back to him.

His hands were warm but his fingertips still left goosebumps in their trace. One of his hands rested on my shoulder blade while the other pinched the zip.

"I like this dress."

"I thought you would." I smiled at him through the mirror while he unzipped my dress, agonisingly slow.

"Is that why you wore it?"

"Yes." I answered honestly.

"I thought you only dress for yourself..." I could feel the hint of cockiness behind it.

"You bring out the worst in me, DeMarco."

With those words he finished unzipping the dress, moving his hands to my shoulders to push the dress off my body, letting it pool at my feet.

He look into the mirror at my lack of a bra for a split second, before attaching his lips to my neck. His hands hugged around the front of my body, grabbing a breast in each hand.

"Theo..." I groaned, resting my head back on his shoulder.

He pulled me closer to feel as his dick grew harder against my back. He nibbled and sucked on my neck hard enough to bruise.

"Remember when we did this last? You sat in front of that mirror and pleased yourself in my arms."

"Mhm." I agreed, recalling the memory while one of his hands lowered from my breast and grabbed mine.

"Touch yourself for me." He asked, pressing my hand to my lower stomach. "You told me last night you haven't been able to please yourself, we're going to change that."

His hand tugged my soft pink thong down, over my thighs, until it dropped onto my dress.

I watched his lustful eyes through the mirror as he devoured my neck. My hands lowered past my belly button, in between my lips. My finger found my clitoris and I placed my bottom lip in between my teeth while I circled around it.

"Theo..."

I slipped two fingers into my core, rubbing them off my walls.

"Yeah?" He pinched my nipples, adding to the sensation.

My backside pressed against his erection.

"I want you to feel good too."

A smirk spread across his face and he moved his hands to my waist. I pulled out my fingers with a slight gasp, letting him lead me to the edge of his bed.

I sat in front of him, raising my parted legs to give him a good view as I reached back down my body. "Don't worry, I feel just as good as you do."

His hands pulled his t-shirt over his head in one swift motion, before his hands moved to his sweats, hooking under his boxers to pull them both down in one go.

My fingers slipped into my body while my eyes stayed glued to his erection, held in his strong hand.

He winced slightly as he started pumping his cock up and down, watching the way my fingers swirled in my body. "Fuck, you're hot."

"Theo-"

My thumb stretched to rub my clit while my fingers attempted to reach my g-spot. I closed my eyes and found a rhythm that felt good, and added more pressure. "Oh fuck-"

"Quiet, baby." He sucked through his teeth, his eyes still burning on my shaking body. He began grunting and gasping, and I glanced up to see him hot and sweaty. "Mila..."

I began to get a weird sense of déjà vu from the first time we kissed while hit my g-spot. My back arched, making my head fly back and legs vibrate. The feeling of my fingers, touching every spot I craved while Theo pleased himself in front of me was getting to much to handle. "I'm almost there..."

"Look at me baby, I want to see your pretty face."

I tilted my head down, looking up at him through my lashes, with my mouth agape, gasping his name while I struggled to hold it together.

"I'm gonna cum..." I whined, rocking on my hand. I brought my free hand to cover my face, in hope of staying quiet.

He didn't get a chance to respond, instead, I released, letting my orgasm take over, making my body tingle with ecstasy.

"Fuck-"

"Camila- fuck you're so sexy..."

I bit the back of my hand, closing my clouded eyes while my high washed over me.

"Mila..."

My cum seeped out of my body while I carefully pulled out my fingers. I looked up and watched his crumpled up face, god he's hot.

"I'm almost there..." He gasped in pleasure.

I sat closer to the edge of the bed, inches from his dick.

"Can I help?" I smiled, perching my mouth open.

This seemed to please him, because seconds later I could taste him on my tongue as I swirled it around his tip.

"Fuck... I'm coming, baby."

He didn't even reach my throat before he came, releasing his warm liquids into my mouth.

"Mhm."

I moaned as I wiped my lips, savouring his taste.

He attempted to steady his breath, propping his body up by resting a hand on the bed beside me. "Fancy hot chocolate?"