I push at his shoulder, and he gives me a betrayed look as he stops sucking on my breasts.
“I want you naked,” I say by way of explanation.
His boyish smile makes my stomach dip with affection. I never expected to develop feelings for Teddy, and even though I don’t quite understand them yet, it feels like a pretty big deal.
“Just admit it, you’ve wanted to see me naked ever since you checked me out in the admin building.”
Rolling my eyes, I protest, “I didn’t check you—”
He presses his index finger to my lips. “Don’t lie to me, especially not after I made you come twice with just my tongue and fingers.”
He shucks off his pants and palms himself over his boxer-briefs. My mouth waters at the vision of his dick straining against the fabric. I’ve already seen him naked, and I’m reminded of the conversation we had that time.
Monster truck.
He chuckles, still stroking himself. His boxer-briefs lower with the movement, revealing the head of his cock beaded with pre-cum.
His eyes are hooded with lust watching me as I watch him. “You want this?”
He squeezes his cock, and I whimper. “Yes.”
Leaning back on his elbows, he arches a brow. “Show me.”
Crawling over to him, I rake my nails down his abs, relishing when he shivers from my touch. I lick my lips in anticipation. In the past I was never too eager to give a guy a blowjob. It never appealed to me and felt more like an obligation than anything else. But with Teddy I crave the taste of him, curious to see how he fills my mouth.
He helps me remove his underwear, and then he’s completely bare before me. His cock juts out proudly from his body, reaching his naval. The four-leaf clover tattoo on his hipbone begs for my attention. I trace my finger over the shape of it before using the same finger to trace the scar on his stomach. He shivers at my touch, still reclined on his elbows so he can watch everything I do.
“You haven’t even put your mouth on me, and I already feel like I’m going to blow my load,” he confesses, voice shaky.
I laugh at that, wrapping my hand around his cock. He’s thick and warm, and I find myself fascinated by the thick vein on the underside of his dick. I press my thumb against it and let go.
“Woman, you’re killing me,” he groans, sounding pained.
Looking up at him, I bite my lip to hide my growing smile. “We can’t have that, can we? Especially not before we get to the fun part.”
“By fun part—oh fuck.” Whatever he was going to say is cut off when I take him into my mouth.
His head falls back, eyes drifting closed. I can’t help but watch him as I lick and suck, relishing in the way his long lashes fan against his cheeks with slow blinks, how his mouth is parted, and his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath.
Reaching down, he gathers my hair back away from my face so he can watch as I take him in my mouth. I go as deep as I can, gagging on his length and pull away, wiping my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he practically purrs, making me feel like a goddess. I stroke him with my hand, dipping my head back down, but he tugs on my hair, stopping me. “As much as I’d love to come in that pretty mouth of yours,” he rubs his thumb over my swollen bottom lip for emphasis, “I’d rather be inside you.”
I nod my head in agreement—apparently a little too excitedly because he chuckles in amusement. He reaches for his pants and pulls out a condom wrapper.
Arching a brow, I narrow my eyes in accusation. “Why are there condoms in your pocket?”
Grinning, he rips the foil open. “Like a good boy scout, I like to be prepared at all times. I knew this was going to happen with us eventually, so I started keeping them on me. Relax.”
“You knew, huh?” I watch as he sheaths himself with the condom, stroking himself once. Twice.
He reaches for my hips, pulling me up his body. “Babe, with chemistry like ours, it wasn’t a matter of if but when. It took you longer to see that than me.” His hold on my hips tightens, fingers flexing. It looks like he’s fighting every ounce of self-control he possesses. “Now,” he practically begs, “ride me.”
Reaching between us, I grip his cock and lower myself onto him.
We moan in unison, the sound filled with both pleasure and relief.
“You feel better than I imagined,” he confesses, rocking my hips against him.
I push his hands away, and he smirks. “Put your hands on my chest,” I command, and he does as I ask eagerly, cupping my boobs in his big hands. It feels better on top with him holding my chest. Guys might love to look at big boobs, but that doesn’t mean they’re comfortable for the one that actually has them strapped to their chest. I rock against him, my clit rubbing against his pelvis. Tiny little moans escape me.
“Fuck, Van. You look so gorgeous on top of me.”
I feel gorgeous.
Lowering until our chests are pressed together, I rock back while kissing and sucking on his neck. His hands grip my ass, urging me faster. Sweat dampens our skin. I feel my orgasm building.
“I’m almost there,” I pant, my mouth pressed to his jaw. I can feel the crescendo rising, my breath nothing but a gasp at this point. My whole body tightens, and I cry out when the orgasm hits and then just keeps going. “Oh my God!” My nails rake into the skin of his chest. “It’s not stopping.”
I nearly lose my mind when Teddy flips me over, pounding into me so that just as my orgasm is starting to fade, another goes off, exploding against me. My legs shake uncontrollably, my eyes squeezed shut from the intensity.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, rubbing his thumb over my clit. “You’re squeezing my dick so tight.”
I couldn’t help it if I wanted to.
Sex has never been like this for me before. I’m not saying it’s been bad every time, but average seems like an apt description. With Teddy it’s downright explosive.
He throws his head back, hips rolling against mine with his thumb still rubbing that bundle of nerves. He keeps a steady pace, and I’m shocked when I feel myself starting to come again.
“Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes! Don’t stop! Right there!” I realize I’m begging, completely wanton, but I can’t bring myself to care, not when that delicious high is in reach.
We fall apart at the same time, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. I’m suddenly very glad he switched our positions because if he hadn’t, I’m pretty sure I would’ve fallen off. Teddy moans through his own release, the sounds of pleasure he makes turning me on all over again because he’s feeling this way because of me. It’s a powerful, intoxicating feeling.
Teddy burrows his face into my neck, peppering kisses all over my sweat damp skin. “Vanessa,” he murmurs my name in a way that says so many other things, things he knows I’m not ready to hear.
Rolling off my body, he removes the condom and ties it off. He moves to lay back down beside me as I sit up.
“I should go … clean up.”
“Not yet.” He wraps his hands around my wrist. “Stay here a bit longer.”
I nod my head in agreement, allowing him to tug me back against his side, our naked forms curled together beneath the night sky.