Just a mile away. Theo swallowed hard, his mind racing. He wasn't used to places like this—places that screamed wealth and privilege. But Clara, drunk and giggling, seemed unfazed, her laughter bubbling like champagne as they approached the towering entrance. She fumbled in her purse, handing him a sleek black card. Theo hesitated for a moment, feeling like an intruder, before swiping it through the reader. The doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and they stepped into the opulent lobby, the marble floor gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers.
"Ni—nice place you got here," Theo stammered, his voice small in the vast space. Clara giggled again, leaning heavily against him as they stepped into the elevator. The ascent was silent except for the hum of machinery, and Theo couldn't help but glance at her reflection in the mirrored walls. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes half-lidded with intoxication. She looked…dangerous. And he liked it.
The doors opened to her penthouse, and Theo let out a low whistle. It was everything he'd imagined and more—spacious, modern, and dripping with luxury. Clara stumbled toward the bathroom, muttering something about washing her face, while Theo wandered aimlessly, his fingers trailing over the smooth surfaces of furniture that probably cost more than his entire apartment. He found himself drawn to a doorway at the end of the hall, curiosity getting the better of him.
He stepped into Clara's bedroom, and his breath caught. The room was massive, dominated by a king-sized bed that looked like it had been plucked from a five-star hotel. The wall was almost entirely glass, offering a breathtaking view of Central Park, the city lights twinkling like stars below. Theo sat on the edge of the bed, sinking into the plush mattress. This is the softest thing I've ever touched, he thought, running his hands over the expensive sheets.
He didn't hear her come in.
Clara stood in the doorway, swaying slightly, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made his stomach flip. She looked at him like he was a puzzle she was desperate to solve—or, perhaps, a prey animal she was ready to devour. Her lips curved into a slow, predatory smile as she approached him, her steps deliberate, almost feline. Theo's heart began to race, his mouth suddenly dry. "Wh—what are you do—" he started, but the words died in his throat as she cupped his face in her hand, her touch firm but gentle.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was anything but innocent. Her tongue slid into his mouth, hot and insistent, and Theo let out a muffled groan, his hands instinctively gripping her hips. The kiss was messy, intoxicating, deeper than anything he'd ever experienced. Clara's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while her other hand roamed down his back, sending shivers up his spine.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with desire. "For a guy, you have a nice ass," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. Theo's face flushed, but he didn't argue. He couldn't. She had him completely under her spell, and he didn't want to fight it.
With a sudden push, she knocked him onto the bed, her body straddling his legs as she stared down at him with that same predatory gleam. Slowly, almost teasingly, she began to unbutton her shirt, starting at the collar and working her way down. Theo's eyes followed every movement, his breath hitching as more of her skin was revealed. The curve of her cleavage, the flash of her navel piercing, the hourglass shape of her waist—it was all too much. He could feel himself hardening beneath her, his body betraying his nerves.
Clara noticed it too, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she pressed her hips against him, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. "Well, now someone's excited," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. Theo let out a shaky laugh, his hands hovering uncertainly at her sides. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Now, I want you to unstrap it."
Her back arched slightly as she reached behind her, her fingers brushing the knot of her red lace bra. Theo's hands trembled as he reached for the straps, his fingers fumbling with the intricate ties. The cords were tight, biting into the smooth skin of her back, a stark contrast to the bold black tribal tattoo that flared across her lower spine. It was mesmerizing, the way the ink seemed to move with her every breath, fierce and untamed.
Finally, the bra came undone, and Clara let it fall away, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Theo's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her—perfect, full, and impossibly beautiful. His hands reached for her instinctively, his fingers brushing against her nipples, already hard and begging for attention. Clara let out a soft moan, her head tipping back as she pressed herself into his touch.
"That's it," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me."
Theo didn't need to be told twice. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her flawless skin. He could feel her heartbeat thrumming beneath his fingertips, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he teased her nipples with his fingers, rolling them gently between his thumb and forefinger. Clara moaned, her hips grinding against him, the friction almost unbearable.
"You're so fucking hot," Theo breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Clara smiled down at him, her eyes dark with lust.
"And you're all mine," she replied, leaning down to capture his lips in another searing kiss. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails scraping against his skin, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. She reached for his shirt, yanking it over his head before tossing it aside, her fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen.
Theo's hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as she straddled him, her thighs pressed against his sides. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, her desire palpable in the way she moved against him. Clara's lips trailed down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. Theo groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her mouth back to his.
Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was as primal as it was electric. Clara's hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of him, while Theo's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, deeper. The air around them was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the sound of their heavy breaths and muffled moans filling the room.
Clara's lips hovered just above Theo's, her breath hot against his skin as her hands worked to unbutton her skirt. She leaned back, her hips grinding against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made him gasp. The sound only encouraged her, and with a sly smile playing on her lips, she unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Her crimson lace panties hugged her curves, the fabric sheer enough to hint at the softness beneath, and Theo's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.
"Like what you see, little chick?" she purred, her voice low and teasing.
Theo opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He was too mesmerized, too lost in the sight of her, the way her thighs pressed against his, the way her skin glowed in the dim light of her penthouse bedroom. Clara chuckled, the sound a throaty rumble that sent shivers down his spine. Without warning, her hands moved to his waistband, fingers deftly working to undo the button and zipper.
She tugged his pants down in one swift motion, and there it was—his length, fully erect and throbbing with need. Clara's eyes darkened with hunger as she took him in, her hand wrapping around his shaft in a firm grip.
"For a guy this meek, you sure look delicious," she murmured, her thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there. Theo's hips bucked involuntarily, a strangled moan escaping his lips.
"Clara, I—oh God," he stammered, his hands gripping the bedsheets as she leaned down, her breath warm against his skin.
"Shh," she whispered, her lips brushing against the sensitive flesh. "Let me take care of you."
And then she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Theo's back arched off the bed, his hands flying to her hair, tangling in the silky strands as he fought to keep himself from thrusting into her.
"Fuck, Clara—that feels—oh God, that feels incredible," he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure.
She hummed in response, the vibration sending jolts of electricity through his body. Her hand joined her mouth, stroking him in rhythm with her movements, her eyes locked on his as she worked him over. Theo's hips bucked again, his control slipping as the pressure built inside him, threatening to explode.
But Clara pulled back before he could reach the edge, a wicked smile on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Not yet, little chick," she teased, her voice a sultry whisper. "We're just getting started."
She shifted her position, straddling him once more, her crimson panties still in place but pushed to the side, revealing her slick entrance. Theo's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as she positioned herself above him.
"Ready?" she asked, her voice breathless with anticipation.
Theo nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her.
"Oh, fuck," Clara moaned, her head tipping back as she adjusted to his size. "You're so big, Theo. So fucking big."
Theo groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter as she began to move, her hips rocking against his in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her walls clenched around him, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"You feel… incredible," he managed to say, his voice rough with desire.
Clara's hands braced against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she picked up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. Her moans filled the room, the sound a symphony of pleasure that only fueled Theo's own arousal.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice a husky growl.
Theo obeyed, his hips thrusting up to meet hers, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. Clara's back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest as she rode him with wild abandon.
"Yes, just like that," she moaned, her nails raking down his chest. "Fuck, Theo… you're so good."
Theo's hands moved to her ass, gripping her tightly as he thrust into her, each movement pushing her closer to the edge. Clara's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as she approached her climax.
"I'm close," she gasped, her voice trembling. "So close."
Theo's rhythm faltered as he felt his own release building, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with all the strength he had left.
"Come for me, Clara," he groaned, his voice a desperate plea.
And with a cry of pleasure, she did, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Theo followed soon after, his release spilling into her as he held her close, their bodies trembling together in the aftermath.
They lay there for what felt like an eternity, their breathing ragged, their bodies slick with sweat. Clara finally pulled away, collapsing beside him on the bed, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
"Well," she said, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. "That was… something."
Theo chuckled, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.
"Yeah," he agreed, his voice still rough. "Something."