All I want, all I need is your lovin', baby you make me hot like an oven

-Becky G

I'd forgotten all about the fight when we'd come back home. Theo had made me dinner even though he was injured, we'd never once talked about the university board or what we would do if Noah complained. We'd watched a movie, cuddled a lot more than usual, and dozed off to sleep.

Theo was spooning me when I felt the sunlight on my face and opened my eyes. His manhood was pressing into my butt. His hand was cupping my breast underneath my shirt. When I tried to slide over, his grip tightened. With great difficulty I did manage to turn around. His arm lay on his stomach, while the other was on his face, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. The sun's rays made his shirtless body look golden. His biceps bulged.

I felt my mouth water at the sight of my stunning boyfriend at morning. And the fact that only I got to see him like this made me grin.

I trailed my finger on his chest lightly, careful not to wake him up, but craving his touch. He wouldn't wake up anyway, he was literally one of the heaviest sleepers I'd met, except me. But his body responded to me even in his sleep. I saw his boxers tighten when I traced his abs.

I smirked.

I got up, throwing away the covers that were already at our feet. I placed my hands on his boxers and lowered them down, looking at his face to make sure he was still sleeping. His cock sprang up, shocking me at how excited it was even in the morning. I still had to blink at how extremely big he was. And then I wrapped my hand around his boner.

He hissed and shot up from the bed.

His eyes looked like he'd lost all sleep. He looked down at me and they widened. "What the fuck are you doing?" He said with gritted teeth.

I bent down and swirled my tongue around the tip.

"FUCK!" His body jerked and he fell down on the bed again. "Mia-"

He groaned the sexiest groan I'd heard from him when I took him in my mouth. I couldn't take even half of him in, so I used my hand on the rest. His hips buckled as he pushed himself further in my mouth. I used my tongue to lick across the side, my eyes looking up at his face. He was already looking at me, his eyes holding that deep hooded, desire flooding look. He used his hands to wrap my hair around it.

"Fuck, angel." He muttered, throwing his head back. "Fuck your mouth feels so good around me. Just like that, yeah, take it all baby."

His grip on my hair tightened when I took him deeper. I released him with a 'pop' sound, then took his again, this time humming over his length. He jerked. His other hand clutched the bed sheet tight, his knuckles turning white. "I'm going to cum, fuck!"

I felt his warm liquid slide into my mouth. I tried swallowing it all, but he grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up, kissing my lips hard. His hands squeezed my hips, his dick dangerously near my core.

"Good morning." I whispered against his lips.

"Best morning ever." He murmured.

I smiled softly when he kissed me again. "Happy birthday, baby."

"Best birthday ever." He flipped us over, his head hovering over mine. I lifted my face up to press my lips to his. He pressed his hips down against mine, making me moan in his mouth. He pinned my wrists above my head, the other one trailing on my body agonizingly slow. I whined.

"What do you, angel? Tell me what you want."

"You." I lifted my head up again, but he pushed me back. "Theo-"

His warm hand left tingles down my thigh, his head sinking into my neck. He sucked at the side on my skin as I struggled in his grip, but his hands around my wrist didn't loosen. He licked my flesh, his tongue rubbing the spot he'd just sucked.

Then he was off me.

I whipped my eyes open, to find him stretching his arms above him, yawning. "Let's eat breakfast, yeah?"

"What? What the fuck? Come back here. Theo? What the fuck?"

He smirked. "That is for turning me on the other night and flipping me off. Do you know how difficult it is to sleep with a boner?"

I gaped when he bent down to press a soft kiss on my thigh, and then disappeared in the bathroom. I huffed when I realized he was serious and wasn't just playing me. He'd chuckled when he'd come out and seen my sour mood. But when he made me breakfast and pressed fluttering, softly hard kisses on my jaw I'd smiled.

It was his birthday after all, I couldn't be mad at the birthday boy.

"I'm driving you today." I said to him. When he raised an eyebrow, I added. "To uni."

"Why?"

"Because it's your birthday."

"But...but I like driving you. It's kind of my thing, you know?" He said, scratching the back of his head.

I smiled softly. "Alright, baby, whatever you want. It's your day."

His face turned wicked. "Anything I want?"

"I am not having sex with you when you just left me like that minutes ago."

He gasped. "But that was pay back. We're equal now."

I shrugged indifferently. He shook his head, fighting back a smile. I let him shower first. He'd wanted to shower together but I told him I had some errands to run. I didn't really go anywhere, I just had to arrange some stuff.

"Ready, angel?" He asked me when I came out of the shower. I shook my head and grabbed my bag, taking out the white envelope I'd placed there yesterday. I handed it over to him.

"What's this?" He asked me. I urged him to open it. "Did you buy me a gift? Mia, I told you I don't want anything. I wanted you and I have you."

"Open." I said.

He shook his head and tore open the envelope, taking out two crisp pieces of paper. I took in his expression turning from confusion to realization, and shock. I bit back a smile when he gasped.

"Langford and London Tigers?" He gaped. "You didn't just give me a ticket for Langford and London Tigers' game."

"I gave you two." I replied.

I squealed when he threw his arms around me and picked me up, twirling me in the air. He put me down and pressed his lips to mine. His hands were hurried as they cupped my face, tilted my chin up and went into my hair. "Angel, that must have cost a fortune."

"It was for you. Money doesn't matter when it's you."

He kissed me again. He picked me up and let my legs dangle in the air, making me gasp. "I love you. I don't know how to tell you what I'm feeling right now. I love you. I love you."

I love you, Theo.

My smile dropped when I heard my inner voice say those words. Theo was too busy staring at the tickets to the football game, to notice I'd suddenly gone pale. I told him that I would be back from the washroom, and when I closed the door behind me I started to hyperventilate. I started sweating. I'd been feeling something deeper these past couple of days. I had known my feelings for him were becoming stronger each day, with each passing day as he gave me everything, I'd been falling for him harder.

I played the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw me, or how his voice always softened when he told me he loved me. I recalled the way my heart always fluttered when he called me angel. I placed my hand on my chest to find my heart still beating fast. It had been months since we'd been dating, but he still made my heart beat fast.

I went outside, composing myself. He smiled his dazzling smile at me, pulling me for a hug. "Clear your schedule for Sunday. You're coming with me."

"Really? I don't know that much about football. You don't want to take one of your team mates?" I asked him.

He looked in my eyes, the green in his so raw, so full of love. "There's no one else I can even think of when I have you, angel."

The intensity of his eyes made me breathless.

And there, right in that moment, I knew I loved him.

"Ma, no!" I groaned. "I'm not wearing a bow tie."

"I said I do not want to hear anything." She fussed and grabbed me again.

"No! I told you I'll wear a tie. It's my birthday, I can dress however I want to." I huffed.

She snorted. "If it were up to you you'd be wearing shorts and t-shirt."

"Exactly." I said. "I'm wearing a suit for you. I will not wear that horrendous bow tie. It is fucking pink in color!"

"Fine." She barked. "Wear the damn tie. If you don't wear a tie-"

"I'll wear it." I said, sighing in relief. I opened the closet and took out a red colored tie, coiling it around my neck.

"Woooooohooooooo!"

I groaned again.

"Where's the birthday boy? Where is he? Anna, where is he?"

"He's in his room." I heard my mother reply. I looked here and there to find a spot to hide.

The door to my room opened and I wanted to cover my nose at the amount of perfume my Aunt had applied. "Theo! My boy, happy birthday darling."

"Thanks, Aunt Stacy." I patted her back when she hugged me.

I heard the same kind of hooting again. I closed my eyes in pain. There was a reason why I hated these family parties. My family absolutely loved embarrassing me. Especially my mother's sisters. My mother's sisters didn't directly embarrass me, that was what made it worse. They behaved like kids. It was kinda okay sometimes, but the other times it just got on my nerves. I loved them to death, but they had to understand that they were adults.

"Theo, my darling, my baby boy. Come here, give Aunt Olive a hug." Before I could do anything, she pulled me down. That was another problem. She was the tiniest person I'd ever met. And so whenever she hugged me I literally had to crouch down till my back felt like it's been walked on by fucking elephants.

"Come on come on, the guests have already started to come." She grabbed my hand and pulled me down.

The whole night people came over to me, wishing me, congratulating me. My cheeks hurt from the smiles I'd thrown on everyone. My mother knew I wished for only close family and friends in any kinds of parties, but she never listened. She loved inviting the whole of the town for even the smallest of things, so my birthday was definitely a big deal.

My eyes searched for only one person in the crowd. The waiter offered me a glass of champagne and I politely accepted, taking a sip. I looked towards the main gate at the exact moment it opened and she entered.

She was wearing a blood red dress, her hair set loose, flowing down her back, just how I liked it. Her eyes shined when my mom gave her a hug and she stopped to talk to her. My eyes froze on her chest, heaving up and down, a small portion of her cleavage visible. I knew she'd purposefully done that to make me lose my mind. I glided my eyes down to her long legs, her bare long legs.

And the glass of champagne fell down from my hands when I saw her footwear.

I clasped the back of the staircase, finding it extremely hard to breathe. I loosened the tie around my throat, gasping, panting. My eyes never left the heels, the heels. They looked much, much better on her than they had when I'd stolen them. I still remember how hard I'd gotten by seeing them in the store that day. I couldn't believe it was so long ago. I couldn't believe I was so fucking harder right now. My fantasy of seeing her wear them had finally come true.

Her eyes met mine as she took in my face, and her lips turned up. She glided her gaze from the top of my head to my shoes, licking her bottom lip, taking it between her teeth.

When she met my eyes again, my lips turned up as well.

Both of our grins were wicked, both of us knew we were up for something we would love. And both of us couldn't wait.

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