-CHAPTER 16-

R-18

The sweats unite on their skin, and they decided to be completely soaked under the shower rain. Sex in the shower was always the best resort for Theo. And oh boy, they wildly touched their bodies.

It wasn't until Ella's phone rang in muffled from her pocket. Drips of water were everywhere in Theodore's room when she rushed her feet.

From the other line, Kath was demanding answers about where the hell her friend was through text. Ella immediately did not give any single care about the mess she made when she rushed to reach for her clothes.

What in the world did I think when I resorted to shower sex? It's nearly past ten in ten evenings.

Theodore was peeved by the splash of droplets as if he was bathing a dog. His curious blinks did not answer why the hell was her all about? Theodore is taking the time to choose his boxer while facing his coral blue cabinet naked. Well, he cannot leave his thoughts on the short but steamy shower sex earlier.

Ella's skin was tender when his teeth plunged and nibbled to its surface. The natural legs were eager to open as he gave her a sloppy thrust; the moans echoed in cement-colored tile wall along with a splash of the shower. He indeed recognized his stamina that it could keep beyond three rounds of intercourse.

The cock spurted like a fountain in his rubber; the sex was oddly tiring. But it didn't stop him from wanting it for the rest of the night, still hard. The gentleman couldn't wait for himself to bury his sex rod in her wet flesh.

Indeed my balls are tired. Worked up but was insatiable.

"Woman, chill." Theo, with a raspy voice, said. "What's with the rush?" And asked the half-naked Ella looking for her bra.

A woman could not care like Ella in a rush like this. Besides, Theodore Andrew Fletcher is her bedmate. "Great, now I got missed calls. It's almost my bedtime!"

"But sex is bedtime!" Theo whined and mocked her deep state, receiving an eye roll from her.

"I'm screwed," Ella complained and stormed to his bathroom. She started drying her hair with a clean damp towel.

"I screwed you." He tried to hide his sexy grin.

He tsked and grabbed a simple checkered boxer short and left his torso shirtless. "I think you should chill, honeybee, cut yourself some slack."

Ella must dry her hair before arriving before going home, or else she would likely be hit again by foolish speculations. "Why would I?-

"Text them back. Tell them that you're with your boyfriend as if we are at the cinema, late-night date sort of stuff."

It was kinda late for her to realize she could just lie. "They will speculate us having sex, or you know, even fucking in the theater." Her drooling brain led to many conclusions of an endless universe.

Theodore chuckled. "I mean, we can have sex in the theater next time around- oh c'mon, just tell them that we had a date or something." His calloused hands reached for hers and took her to the edge of his bed. "Lemme dry your hair."

Amused. Her brows tried to reach her forehead for her amusement. "Who would've thought you own a hair drier." Aside from his chiseled figure and the slight bulge from his boxers, Ella fixed her gaze on the expensive-looking hair drier. If her memory serves her right, she also saw the same unit from Amazon.

"I know, I know. I am tired of that 'you're a man, you're not supposed to own a hairstyling shenanigan' shit. I know I look good, but sometimes I hate my hair soaked." His defense elaborated.

Her lashes shut, and she listened to the blowing machine that struck on her hair Peace cascaded on her scalp. A few hums were uttered along with the sound of the hair machine, completely forgetting that her friends demanded her presence.

Ella is calm but terrified of how new it is to form these little habits just for sex. Theo indeed satisfied a newbie; Ella trusted him enough to take care of her when having sessions. From café to bed, to the living room, kitchen countertop, shower, and all the way to her home.

"It feels good," Ella mumbled the words; the air on her scalp dismantled a lot of troubles in her head. Even deadlines and paper dues. Funny. She thought while looking at herself in the mirror.

"Therapeutic," Theodore uttered with his insane everyday vocabulary; it sounds even sexier with his accent. How can Ella stop admiring this guy? Sex appeal gets the best of her.

Finally, Ella dried herself up and fully clothed. Theo even prepared an iced tea before she tied her shoes. Her forehead was hit by a cold night air from the trees nearby his condo. It took a moment for Theodore to lock the door. Walking on a long haul with warm lights and quiet doors, it screamed luxury for her to live in a place like this.

Suddenly, a thick, warm and knitted cardigan hugged her shoulders as Theo pushed the glass door for her as they stepped out. "It's cold out here." his low subtle voice spoke.

It did warm her, not just her stiff shoulders. "You don't need to. You need the cardigan more than I do." She answered as she landed her gaze in his dark blue shirt with sweat pants. Those grey sweatpants were distracting enough to think about his healthy sex pole underneath it. Focus you, eye pervert!

"I'm fine, still warm," he admitted. Hell indeed warm.

"I'll take you home."

"Bus stop is nearby, you don't need to again. " Subtly, she bit her lower lip when she noticed Theodore still wanted to do something for her. Ella dodged all of his offers twice.

He puffed some air out of his nose. "I'll make sure to drive you soon," he acknowledged the fact that he didn't own a car yet.

Ella chuckled as they streamed the asphalt sidewalks illuminated by the mood and the lamp above, "You only have your bike; aren't you planning to invest?"

His drying hair bounced in a nod. "Maybe. I'm currently saving up."

"For what?" and that made her head tilt in curiosity. Eventually, reaching the sheltered bus stop, they stood under the fluorescent light underneath the glass roof.

"For a fuck buddy, you are quite curious," he frowned, rubbing his fingers and hoping to avoid the question what for.

"Is it bad to ask questions? I obediently followed your 'instructions.' " Ella teased and poked his biceps. She meant subjectively.

That leaves the young man in silence, taken aback by her flirty remark. "Instructions?" The jaw muscles clenched as that simple remark plunged into his system, poking his carnal loins.

She tucked her hair behind your ear. "You know what I meant. Thanks for the sex today, by the way," he was amused that she said that more comfortably. As you should.

"The pleasure is mine to fuck you, Ella Parker," said Theo with a bit of smile on the corner of his lips. Their sex earlier is the only thought that appeared on his mind after that line.

"Pleasurable." Gazes that stick and plunged their magnetic fields, Ella met his almost hazel eyes. It leads to her to his gulping neck, glad she caught that.

Even under the nearest bright light, Ella's complexion was admirable. Silence filled the gap between them as they gazed at the ever skin that wasn't covered by their clothes. Feasting on Ella's beautiful neckline, Theodore lubricated his dry lips and contained his heating beast from within. The wind was cold and silent, and crickets were only heard as well as vehicles passing by.

Ella's chest rose, and observed the trails of his washed skin from the shower. The jawline that she kissed when she was losing her strength on his thrust wasn't like minutes earlier when they were sharing their mouths and horny stares. It was a difficult air to breathe. It would've been better if she had suffocated her lungs through his muscled chest.

They both acknowledge their close distance, slowly mixing it with pure craving and raw lust.

He recalled how she squealed when he got to nibble his neckline down to hear mounds. How he touched and maneuvered her hips for him to ram his throbbing cock inside her. Suddenly wanting soapy sex, he looked away and recovered his reverie.

Pretty bad timing to think lewdly. Theodore, think.

"We should wait for the bus here," was the first line to break their silence. Theo waited with a massive boner in his gray sweatpants. Thoughts seem challenging to remove for him; it was his carnal monster speaking to him at this point. Suddenly, he wants it raw, and Ella clearly did not provoke him.

It's Theodore being a jackass. I can't be warming up right now. His eyes were too glued earlier. Ella was alluring to watch. He panned and scanned her clear and creamy neck and down to her breast. Squeezing his eyes, he resumed waiting for the non-existent bus.

"You're obviously tense." Ella was being mindful of his nonverbal cues, mostly during sex.

"I am in heat." It did not take him a moment to admit that as he mumbled the words with his baritone voice. There's even a feedback breath after he gulped.

Ella tilted her head, demanding his eye contact and not his side profile. "Seriously?" Ella mocked with a playful tone. "I mean, we can't really do it here, Theodore."

He smirked, letting her know that she was dead wrong. "Of course we can."

Turning back to her, he stepped closer and covered Ella's figure with the tall shadow of his broad physique. Thick brows narrowed, gaze focused, and teeth gritted. Usually, he would grab their legs and smell them all the way to their lips.

But they weren't enclosed in a room.

Following the desires of his loins, Theodore slowly grabbed her waist and smelled her neck. Sniff and sniffed a bit more. He ran his nose gently as he damped her skin with his aching mouth. Ella froze let him rag her breathing pattern. Heated and tensed, both of them tracking and predicting their next moves.

"You just.... you look so good. I don't really know how my mouth got in here." Closing his eyes, his nose traveled from both sides of her neck slowly. "I think... I need you again, honey bee." When he finally met her nose with his, he whispered to his admittance.

Astonished, Ella couldn't help herself to ask, "you are insane, here?"

A soft chuckled escaped from Theodore's mouth. "My apologies for my inflamed loins in this instant. Can you keep up?" His stares were close and beaming to hers; it screams desire and raging lust. Half closed and entirely focused on the feast.

It was like a transitted heat when Ella felt her thighs moisten. His starked and closed expression is giving her signals. "This is such an inappropriate place to bury yourself in me. "

His sigh was followed by a low groan. Ella understood the given frustration. She even feels his boner from the sweatpants. She just witnessed a different kind of aggressiveness from this young, lean lad. Theodore did put his patience first, yet he couldn't get enough of her lips that he devoured it himself.

The convulsion of his lips was all about tasting what needed to be tasted. Her nectar that he sipped and the saliva that they shared, he moved leisurely and slithered his tongue a bit more. No response for the heated kiss from Ella, but instead, she gripped is nape and moaned. Ella found the kiss spontaneous, wild and inviting.

Sharing their lips for some more, Ella responded to his animalistic French kiss countering his mouth and tongue as if they were fucking.

"Ohh... Fuck," he cursed under his breath and was followed by a deep sigh. He thrust her closer to him and grind his boner on her abdomen. "Feel that, feel me, feel that warm cock underneath my pants. I'm not ashamed for asking another round." He divulged and left more kisses on her lips, chin, and neck.

Theodore hummed and finally groaned when he was done licking his possession. "I feel good about your mouth, honey. Let's save this heat for another day." Smiling, he quickly grabbed his cock and repositioned it from his pants; it was obviously denting.

Ella was indulging herself in his sexual manners until she heard that. "W-what?" Her mouth was indeed running out of words.

"You should go home first. Let's save it. And the bus is near." His arms crossed guided her tensed shoulders on the road.

As the bus parked, he leaned his chin on her shoulder. "You better save that heat if you want to be fucked hard tomorrow. New York Grinds is always open. Goodnight, honey," Theodore whispered huskily and kissed her shoulders once more.

Ella's heightened nerves were taken aback, and she was left with no choice. After hearing his sexy morning voice, he stepped towards the opening bus, and it didn't take for them to separate their ways.

She sat on the nearest seat from the bus entrance, every lane had two chairs, and she was lucky enough to find a vacant spot beside a stranger napping.

"Well, if it isn't Ella parker that I am sitting with?"

That familiar manly voice that he heard beside her. Tall, always clothed with cool-toned colors, and slightly reeked alcohol as far as Ella can tell. "Flynn?"

"In the flesh, Ella." He leaned on the bus window to get a good view of her despite his puffy eyes. "You look good this evening, by the way. Where have you been, if I may ask?"

It seems that God was playing games with her. The timing was so unfortunate for Ella. "Stole a couple of hours to have dinner with someone." Ella was surprisingly careful of details.

"....with Theodore," Ella added. Well, not that quite. Did Flynn see us at the bus stop? Fuck.

Flynn pouted and nodded, avoiding unnecessary follow-up questions. But he dismally failed. "Just dinner."

Ella, who was awkwardly focused on the road, suddenly returned her look at him. "Seriously, what the hell is that question?" Her defensive remark left a curious expression on Flynn's face. He even had the nerve to smile arrogantly.

"Do not fucking get funny ideas. And I thought you used your car? You stink, by the way." Ella rebutted with a lot of bullets that made the gentleman rub his face.

"I am so sorry for the manners. I'm quite tipsy." Flynn groaned and stretched his legs. "I left my car. I went for a few drinks and smoked. And maybe had quick sex earlier. I'm sorry, quite chatty. Trust me, I'm tryna sobered up." Flynn massaged his forehead and slowly remembered everything that he had done with that nursing student earlier.

Ella did not mind the TMI. She can tell it was the alcohol. "What happened to the clean med student look?"

Flynn giggled with a scrunched nose. "I aced our major long quizzes, so I decided to be a hormonal guy for a while- oh god, my head fucking hurts." His smile suddenly exchanged with a frustrated look.

A walk in the park was never the description of a med student's life looks like. Ella absolutely understands the kind of credit and break that Flynn gave to himself. She can tell that he is contented and having a great time.

The smile of a drunk person is, most of the time, genuine. Like he did. Ella stilled and refused to say a word, waiting for Flynn if he needs help any help to reach his bag. "You need help?" she finally asked.

"Pringles." Every time he attempts to reach his bag on the floor, he feels really dizzy

"What?"

"Pringles. Can you get my Pringles for me? And water." Flynn leaned on his seat when a massive beam of headache hit.

"How about painkillers, idiot." Ella reached his stone-colored bag and grabbed the pringles and a bottle of mineral water as he requested. Flynn thanked him and immediately popped the can open.

Her brows narrowed. "Is that how you cure your hangover?"

"I forgot to hydrate myself. I was looking at you."

"What's that supposed to mean? And of course, you should eat for a bit." Left with no choice, Ella helped him eat and open his water bottle to fill his stomach in case of vomiting. "Here," she offered.

With half-closed and conscious eyes, Flynn thanked her. The garlic-flavored potato chip exploded in his mouth, he felt pleased with his study food, and he offered some to Ella. "Want some?"

Ella was simply allured with his eyes offering some food, but she refused. "Uhh, I had dinner, and I'm fine. You finish that to sober up quickly."

Flynn's befuddled eyes darted at her gently as he chuckled, "how about water?"

"I'm really fine, thanks. Just help yourself and go home immediately. I can't handle your cigar stink."

He gulped from the water bottle with some liquids in his mouth. He drank too fast. "Geez, I am so sorry."

Instead of fixing her sitting posture, Ella volunteered to help him out again. Flynn is having a hard time eating and holding things. "Oh God- just wipe your damn chin. Who would've thought of your smoking and drinking in the middle of a semestral crisis?"

"Oh c'mon Ella, I had a fair share of my guilty pleasure. Don't you have yours?" He asked. Ella couldn't doge the damn bullet. Image from hours earlier landed in her memory lane when she thought about her guilty pleasures.

She considered Theo as a guilty pleasure. "Uhmm. Of course, I have," she replied nonchalantly to avoid follow-up questions given the fact that Flynn might saw the two on the bus stop grinding their sexes.

"Of course. Of course, you have." And Flynn smiled with a suggestive face.

His mouth continued to chew the sour-cream chips while looking at her intently. Ella would like to kill the conversation, so she silently looked away.

"Stop staring. You look like you didn't have enough tequila to make you completely wasted," said Ella coldly as she checked her phone and returned to her rush to go home immediately.

Silence filled between them aside from new-released pop songs playing in the background. She couldn't stop paying attention to Flynn consuming the whole tube of pringles. Ella would check on him using her peripheral vision. And who knows if he would need a hand if his tipsy-ass body misbehaves.

"It would be great if I share these chips with you. Please?" Flynn asked innocently after noticing her head tilting slightly towards him from time to time.

Ella tugged her hair from back to her shoulders with sarcasm. "It would be great if you focus on your sanity. I told you, the chips are yours."

Flynn could handle a brat. He always knew that.

She stirred up his interest, and that's why he likes to annoy her. He licked his lips to taste the salty residue of the snack and offered her a chip guilelessly.

"Oh c'mon, help me out here," frowning while holding the chip.

Ella immediately grabbed and chewed the whole thing and did not talk about it afterward. It was clear enough for Flynn that she was avoiding further conversations. He nodded slowly and stopped leaning in his seat. The bus spitted out a loud noise upon their arrival at the East WIng Bus Stop.

Flynn stood immediately despite his headache, losing balance and causing his palm to grip on Ella's arms.

She gasped. "You sure you can walk?"

"Apartment is a few walks away from here. I'll be fine." Flynn faints voice contradicts his simple smile. He fixed his polo shirt and his messy chocolate brown hair. Ella stilled in his eyes for a quick moment, and his natural charm unfortunately resurfaced and ignored her resistance.

"I better get going. I need to sober up." Calloused hands rubbed a small portion of her shoulder. "Goodnight, Ella. Thanks for tonight."

Ella followed his eyes subconsciously. Their gaze remained. "Yeah, see you tomorrow."

"I will." Flynn gave her a playful wink before he stormed out.

Flynn's eyes were the course of the whole bus trip as it hits the road. Ella suddenly thought about his features. She finds it silly thinking about two male species and how she would handle her shit together. Flynn's persistence could be real, and it keeps her thoughts in trouble.

He's more than aware that I'm not single. Perhaps, he's into threesomes.

***

Theodore is on a search for a car.

It's been days since he thought about taking a half-shift for something like this; significant investment. A woman enlightened his wisdom the other night. It's odd to hear it after sex.

He had been picky with cars since college. Theo stopped using cars after what happened with his mom. But maybe he's ready to drive and get his arms to a steering wheel. He gets to roam around the state even more, searching for decent garages.

It's just him, his iced macchiato, and his purse for his papers for later use. "Let's go buy a vehicle," affirmed Theo as he began his shift.

A casual 9:00 am morning light shone above the city. New York Grinds is illuminated with golden rays through the fiberglass windows, making the wooden-toned furniture glow. Kath decided to have their breakfast at the cafe, making Ella agitated to act 'girlfriend first thing in the morning.

"Three orders of Regular Waffles. Single orders of Iced Sweet Cream Cold Brew, Honey Almondmilk Cold Brew, and Vanilla Frappuccino; all in grande for my special guests this morning." Theo stated their order, placing them on the table without breaking Ella's eye contact.

"And for my girlfriend. Morning. " After finishing the orders, he leaned to Ella's face and gave her a mouthful kiss. It was tender, and he tasted like mouthwash when their tongue collided.

It definitely left her flabbergasted. He understood the assignment. He painted a smile on her face, and indeed it was a part of the play. He cocked his eyebrows when Ella's friends started to get awkward with the two.

"You're good at this." Theodore casually whispered with a low and distinct voice.

"Aren't you enjoying it?"

He chuckled at her reply. "I enjoyed your lips more. It always caught you off-guard." The man finally took an exit after their short pretentious act.

Lynn immediately sucked her straw. "You are fucking lucky for that morning kiss; mine is definitely ruined."

"I regret having breakfast here." Kath sarcastically remarked. The aftermath of their play created unwanted feedback; Ella is supposed to check her syllabus at their student portal and her budget. Now she's occupied how that lips devoured her in a split-second.

Conversations were uttered for an ample amount of minutes as they took their time. Ella decided to stand up and searched for the washroom. Water streamed down on her soaped palms as she washed the residue coffee. When she's finally done, he meets Flynn at the restroom hallways doing his belt.

Ella's head steamed and fumed. "Are you seriously following me here?"

"You think so? A good morning would be nice. Is it that bad to have breakfast here? Hmmm?" Flynn was surprised at her assumption. Flynn finds her extra attractive with her morning bun, a sweatshirt with a simple skirt in a single color scheme. My type.

"For the record, I am not following you. This is the first nearest and decent cafe to feed my stomach. Why would I follow you at this hour?" Flynn defended himself with a laugh in between. "Besides, must dash. I'm sure I'll see ya around. "

His legs were quick enough to step out of the cafe, smiling for the fact he had his ample dosage of seeing her. Although he had bumped at Ella's boyfriend, it didn't stop him from admiring the simple woman. Silly me.

And now Ella is bothered by two men first thing in the morning. Flynn was clean and sharp, like he wasn't wasted the other night. She highly doubts that it was a coincidence.

As she was returning to her seat, a calloused hand grabbed her gently.

Theodore's brows were narrowed and challenged. "I just saw that Flynn guy, and I'm sure that he's stalking you." He isn't the type of guy who quickly throws accusations, unlike his father, but he just had to tell her in the middle of mopping duties. It was an imbecile response.

"Don't mind him-

"Don't mind him? I'm pretty much certain that he's tailing on you." Theodore cut her off, getting pissed.

"Okay, shut up. What's with your manners today?" Ella couldn't grasp his responses.

"I am telling you... to clear it up for him." The sudden pause between them meant that Ella was too dense to understand. "Just tell him that you have a freakin boyfriend." His arms were expressing gestures with concern

A sift laughed was released from the mouth. "Why do you care?"

A pause. Silence.

Theo failed to realize that he was fumed. He bit his lower lip and tried to mumble a word. "I'm afraid I went overboard for that one. My bad, Ella."

Her head slowly bobbed and digested what he had just admitted. It was highly dramatic. "Are we good?"

"Yes. Brilliant. I am good. Got carried away. I misplaced my frustration with that spilled coffee earlier," he reasoned while scratching his nape. That's why he's mopping floors, after all. Wrong move.

"And by the way, I- I won't be around this afternoon. Just... for you to know." Theodore sidetracked the conversation.

Ella was fixing the excess hair from her forehead on a mirror. "Good to know though, I won't be looking for you today then. What are you up to?"

He squeezed the mop into its mechanical pair, making his muscles contract as he pushed it with force. "None of your business, actually," he grinned sarcastically.

"Good luck with plans then."

The conversation ended coldly, and Ella was perplexed by his responses as she sat back in her seat. And how the hell Flynn would push this extent of stalking? College is hella busy enough to stalk anyone you like, let alone celebrities.

Lynn was wrapping up her gadgets and finishing up her drink. Her sketching commission is getting piled up these days that she has to do extra work.

Kath was still on the phone with their organization admin, filling the missing forms for financial reports in a rush. Ella was left puzzled, thinking about everything that had happened for the past few minutes.

Things seem to progress, but what is it all for?

Shutting her laptop off, her head tilted around, and she saw the cafe being prosperous. The ambiance is still tranquilized and undisturbed with its waves of distinct conversation and sips of coffee paired with sounds of plates.

Until it reached Theodore, he stood tall while holding two orders of iced coffee. As soon as Theo turned, his lean arms placed them on the countertop and approached a woman on the wooden pillar corner of the cafe. Troubled struck in her system promptly.

She wore a semi-casual luxurious one-piece dress. She crossed her arms and glams if her minimal accessory set caught the light. What in the world would her business be with Theodore? And troubled faces were depicted in a gorgeous ones, and it doesn't work well with Theodore's casual customer approach.

Theodore knew that he was just screwed. She can't be here, good heavens.

"I believe your presence here isn't needed, Emily."

Theodore uttered a hated name.

An impulsive and conniving woman that flipped his head, let alone his life. The getaway plane was the best option back then to abscond the chronicles of troubling London. His lungs never had any trouble breathing like this before.

Ella tried not to get any ideas. Especially with Emily's ring on her finger.

She might be doomed.