20. Teddy
Teddy
M y stomach sinks as I pull into Lottie’s driveway. I’m not ready for this night to be over. When I left my house earlier, I had a fleeting thought that I’d be bored. Instead, I’ve never enjoyed myself more.
Every email Lottie sent me alluded to her fun-loving nature, but I’d never given myself permission to revel in it like I did tonight.
“Did you hear that?”
I tilt my head. “No, I don’t hear anything.”
“I’m pretty sure I heard thunder. You know, I could’ve sworn the weather was going to be bad tonight.”
My eyebrows furrow. “It is? I thought it was supposed to be a clear night.”
“Nope. I definitely heard thunder. You should probably stay the night, just to be safe.” Lottie’s teasing smirk finally clues me into her schemes.
I reach across the car and slip my fingers into her hair. She leans into me as I growl against her lips, “Tempting woman.”
She bridges the tiny gap between us to press her mouth to mine.
I cup her head a little tighter, moving her where I want her.
When she slips her tongue out to tease my lower lip, a dirty groan falls from my chest. She’s a siren, hell-bent on drowning me in her lust. It’s too much and yet not enough.
“Come inside. Please,” Lottie whispers.
Who could resist those words? I nod, pressing another kiss to her mouth before I tear myself away. She doesn’t give me time to open her door for her, meeting me at the front of the car. She takes my hand and pulls me up to her door. I chuckle, reveling in her need to get me inside.
Lottie pulls her keys from her bag to unlock the door while I press into her back. When she grinds her ass into my rapidly hardening cock, I grip her hips with bruising fingers. “Naughty fucking girl,” I whisper in her ear.
She finally gets the door unlocked, and we’re racing upstairs and into her bedroom.
I’ve never felt this overwhelming desire to have a woman under me.
Anytime I needed a release, I would find a willing partner, and then it was over.
I could move on without any big fanfare.
There’s no doubt in my mind that the second I get Lottie naked, I won’t be able to get enough of her.
One night won’t satiate this need I have for her.
Not only do I want to strip her bare, but I want to do the same in return.
I’ve been terrified to show her who I’ve become in the years since she’s last seen me.
After tonight, I know Lottie won’t see anything less than the man she met the first time.
It doesn’t seem to matter what I do or say to her; she still looks at me the same way she did when she was eighteen and starry-eyed.
Lottie walks backward to her bed, pulling me with her. She grips the hem of her shirt, crossing her arms to slide it over her head. The black lace bra she reveals is made of X-rated fantasies and dirty sex. I can see her nipples through the fabric, and my mouth waters.
I grip her waist, my fingers dimpling her skin, and pull her closer.
Dipping down, I run my nose from her shoulder, up her neck, and across her jaw.
Lottie tilts her head to give me space to explore.
Her skin is as soft as silk against the bristles of my beard.
It’s going to end up red by the end of the night, and I’m already looking forward to seeing the mark of my possession.
“You know this makes you mine now, right?”
Lottie whimpers. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good.” With a gentle shove, I push her back onto the bed. She squeals and then laughs at herself. I reach for the button on her wide-legged jeans. They’re tight on her ass, and I’ve been dying to rip them off her since she walked out of her bathroom in them earlier.
The black thong I reveal makes me want to worship at her altar for the night, and I have every mind to do just that.
“You have entirely too many clothes on,” Lottie pouts. I grin at her.
With quick fingers, I pop the buttons of my shirt and shrug it off. “Better?”
Her eyes skim down my chest. I’m not ashamed to say I flex a little at her perusal. “Only a little.” She stares at my pants, and a bout of nerves slithers through me. This will be the first time she sees my prosthetic. The open look Lottie gives me provides the acceptance I need to show her.
I undo the button on my jeans, the pressure in my cock easing with the space I’m finally giving it. Then I drop my underwear and kneel on the bed. Lottie’s jaw drops, and I open my mouth to explain that the prosthesis shouldn’t affect anything, when she stops me with her outburst.
“No way are you going to fit inside me. Huh-uh. Nope.” She’s shaking her head.
I snort out a laugh, completely unprepared for her to have an objection to my cock instead of my prosthetic.
“Trust me, Sparkles. You’ll fit around me just fine.
” I’m not even that big. A little over average, maybe, but compared to some of the guys from my old unit, I’m not even close to the biggest.
How experienced is Lottie?
She’s reaching out her hand to me as if she can’t help herself. I hold still, allowing her to explore until she’s satisfied. Her vulnerable gaze snags mine, and I soften toward her. She’s not even close to experienced.
I slide my fingers through her hair at the same time that she grips me in her fist. I yank on her dark brown locks a little harder than I should because of it. Lottie’s moan makes my cock jerk.
Jesus, she’s going to be the death of me.
“Squeeze me a little harder.”
Lottie’s eyebrows rise, but she follows directions.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “Like that.” My hips twitch, trying to fuck into her fist. I need to switch things up, or I’m going to blow embarrassingly fast.
I hook my hands under her armpits and lift her up the bed.
Lottie gasps when she lands. I grip her thong at her hips and yank it down her lithe legs.
My hands make their way back up to her thighs, a slow seduction of movement.
Without reservation, Lottie’s knees open wide, giving me space to move closer.
She’s incredible. Brave. Entirely too trusting.
And mine.
I run my nose up her inner thigh, following the path of my hands. Lottie’s hips buck, and I press my palms into them to hold her down.
She smells like spiced wine and woman, and I can no longer go slow. My tongue slides up her leg until I hit the apex of her thigh. Lottie moans, the sound encouraging me to keep going.
I finally get my first taste of the woman who has filled my dreams for years.
It’s everything I imagined and more. I growl into her flesh, my tongue sliding through her slit to find every place that makes her moan and gasp.
I coax every noise out of Lottie until she’s out of her mind with pleasure and riding my face like the very good girl she is.
“That’s it, Sparkles. Come on my tongue while you scream my name.”
“Teddy! Oh…God.” Her body seizes as the waves of pleasure finally crash through her. She’s magnificent, a goddess of hedonistic lust.
I rise onto my knees, Lottie’s body splayed out before me like an offering.
I grip my cock with an unrelenting fist, pumping myself until I can’t hold back my own pleasure.
My release lands on Lottie’s lower belly, defiling the good girl I’ve always thought she was and turning her into the dirty one I knew she could be if given the chance.
The sight pushes my orgasm to the brink until everything I used to be is washed away.
I fall to the side to keep from crushing Lottie. She moves at the same time I do, her body turning toward me as I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her into my chest. I run soothing strokes down her spine until she begins to drift off.
“Don’t fall asleep just yet.” I kiss the top of her head before getting up to move into her bathroom.
It takes me a second to get my legs under me, and then I dig through her cabinets to find a washcloth.
Lottie is curled on her side, a peaceful smile on her face.
I sit on the bed and press her hip to have her roll onto her back. She groans in protest.
“Trust me, sweetheart. You won’t be happy with me tomorrow if I don’t clean you up now.” I wipe the wet cloth across her stomach to clean my release off her skin. When I’m done, I drop it onto the floor and start the process of taking off my prosthetic.
“Will you stay?” Her quiet question makes me turn toward her.
“Of fucking course, I’m staying,” I grumble.
Lottie’s smile softens my ruffled feathers. “Good.”
“I don’t know what kind of man you think I am that I’d just leave after what we shared.” The words are mostly an angry murmur. I’m not truly saying them to her. And to be fair, I’ve done my share of leaving after sex. But I’ve never done it after taking a woman on a date.
Lottie giggles, and I pounce on her. My prosthetic leans against the nightstand now.
“Are you laughing at me, little girl?” I dig my fingers into Lottie’s ribs.
She fights me off, slipping out of my grip until she’s straddling my stomach. She presses my wrists into the mattress, and my cock takes notice of her naked body on top of mine. I could get out of her hold without issues, but I don’t want to.
“I like that you’re a bit of a grumpy bear.” She grins down at me.
I frown at her. “I’m not a bear.”
“Fine, you’re a wolf, constantly grumbling and growling at me.”
My jaw drops. “You insolent little…”
Lottie starts belly laughing, and I can’t help but smile at her. She shines when she laughs, lighting up every dark crevice inside me.
I flip us over, making her gasp. “I should punish you for that.”
Lottie looks entirely too pleased at that.
I raise an eyebrow. “I think you might enjoy that too much.”
She blushes at my observation, so I kiss her nose and land back on my side next to her. She snuggles into my chest as if she wants to be as close to me as possible. I wish I knew what she sees in me .
I have nothing to give her, nothing to bring into this relationship that would be enticing enough for her to stay.
But I’m entirely too selfish to let her go.
She let me have her body tonight, and if I have my way, I’m going to possess every part of her until she has no choice but to stay by my side.