The smell of charcoal and grilled meats wafted through the backyard, mingling with laughter and casual conversation. Kristin smiled and made small talk with the other women, all while stealing discreet glances at Theo.
He was helping Ryan man the grill, the muscles in his arms flexing as he flipped burgers and hot dogs. Kristin bit her lip, imagining those strong arms pinning her in place as he thrust inside her.
She squeezed her thighs together, a rush of heat pooling between them. Her panties were already damp, and she longed to slip away to take care of the ache building inside her.
If only she could have Theo instead.
Kristin sighed, trying to refocus on the idle chatter around her. But her thoughts kept drifting to forbidden fantasies, fueled by the sight of Theo's confident grin and the rumored prize between his legs.
She wanted to discover the truth for herself, to feel the stretch and fullness of him inside her as he took her in ways Ryan never could. Kristin shivered, the coil of desire winding tighter in her belly.
She needed this. Needed him.
The food was ready, and Ryan called everyone over to the picnic tables. Kristin sat across from Theo, meeting his heated gaze as he licked sauce from his fingers in a deliberately suggestive manner.
Her face flushed, arousal dampening her panties once more. Theo leaned forward on his elbows, lowering his voice for her ears only.
"I can smell how wet you are for me." His eyes gleamed with lust and promise. "Tonight, I'm going to make you scream."
Kristin's breath caught in her throat, desire and shame warring within her. But she already knew she was going to give in.
She wanted this. Wanted him.
Kristin swallowed hard, trembling under the intensity of Theo's gaze. She knew she should deny his claim, refuse his obvious invitation. But the ache between her legs was becoming unbearable, and she couldn't ignore it any longer.
She needed this. Needed him.
"Meet me by the shed in 30 minutes," she whispered, pulse racing.
Theo's grin widened, victory flashing in his eyes. "I knew you couldn't resist."
He straightened and returned his attention to his food, leaving Kristin struggling to catch her breath. She looked over at Ryan, who was oblivious as always, laughing and joking with their friends.
Guilt twisted in her gut, but desire drowned it out. She wanted passion, adventure, fulfillment--all the things Ryan could never give her.
30 minutes couldn't pass fast enough.
When the time came, Kristin made an excuse to check on the dessert and slipped away. Theo was waiting for her by the shed, the thick bulge in his jeans making her mouth water in anticipation.
"I want to see it," she said breathlessly, reaching for his zipper.
He crashed his mouth over hers, tongue plunging deep to claim what he wanted. Kristin moaned into the kiss, heat flooding her senses as her body came alive under his expert touch.
Kristin broke the kiss, panting for breath as Theo trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and ass in a possessive grip.
"I want this," he growled against her skin. "All of this, and you're going to give it to me."
His boldness sent a thrill through her, the ache between her legs intensifying. "Yes," she whispered. "Anything you want."
Theo nipped at her collarbone in approval. "On your knees."
Kristin obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the grass and reaching again for his zipper. This time he didn't stop her, and she practically tore open his jeans to free his cock.
It was thick and long, the head flushed an angry red. Precum glistened on the tip, and she licked her lips before taking him into her mouth.
Theo groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. "That's it, suck my cock like the little slut you are."
The demeaning words only fueled her arousal, and she took him deeper, gagging around his length. He began to thrust, fucking her mouth in earnest as she struggled to keep up.
"So good," he panted, gaze burning into hers. "Knew you'd be an eager little cockslut for me."
Kristin moaned in agreement, beyond caring about anything but the taste and feel of him. She wanted this, wanted the pleasure and the pain and the shame. Wanted everything he would give her, and more.
Theo pulled out of her mouth abruptly, leaving Kristin gasping. Before she could protest, he hauled her to her feet and spun her around, bending her over the picnic table.
"Gonna fuck this tight pussy now," he growled, shoving her sundress up and over her hips. Kristin whimpered at the crude language, arching back in offering.
A sharp smack landed on her ass, followed by the sound of a zipper. "Spread your legs."
She obeyed, flushing at how exposed she was. But there was no denying the slickness between her thighs, or the ache of her clit.
Theo rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her juices before slamming home. Kristin cried out at the intrusion, struggling to adjust to his size as he began to move. There was a bite of pain amidst the pleasure, her body stretched taut around him, but she relished it.
"So fucking tight," Theo grunted, fingers digging into her hips. He pounded into her mercilessly, chasing his own pleasure, but Kristin didn't care. She was lost to the sensation, to the sound of flesh meeting flesh and their mingled moans.
When his hand slipped between her legs to rub at her clit, it only took moments for her orgasm to crash over her in a wave of bliss. Her inner walls clamped down on Theo's cock, sending him tumbling after her with a shout.
He came in hot spurts inside her, the feeling of fullness better than anything she could have imagined. As he pulled out, his release trickled down her thighs, and Kristin shivered.
Tonight she had sinned, and it was glorious.
That Night...