Eight
Heath
Teagan is eight minutes early this time, not that I’m complaining. After spending all morning trying to get my dad to listen to me when it comes to my mom’s treatment, Teagan’s text was a godsend. Having sex two days in a row is the ultimate stress relief after butting heads with my father yet again. Sure, a professional might suggest it’s better to talk about your feelings, but I’d rather be balls deep in Teagan than trudge through half the shit I’m dealing with right now.
She’s waiting at the door when I open it, wrapped in a white sundress and tall sandals. There’s a pissy look on her face, but it’s not directed at me. A first.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” she says. Nothing else. Not that anything else is needed.
I step to the side and she walks in, immediately heading to my bedroom. “Let’s do it in the bed this time,” she says. So bossy.
“Okay, cool.”
Once in the room, she kicks off her shoes and unzips her dress. Right into it again. Badass . I tear my shirt off over my head and resume my view at the perfect time.
Teagan adjusts the sides of her thong, the string lost in that perfect ass. When she pulls off her bra, it gets tangled in her hair. I chuckle to myself until she frees it and her curls tumble from her clip onto her back as effortlessly as a goddess. Damn. She shakes them out with her fingers and looks at me over her shoulder. My not-so-little man knocks hard against my fly.
Her eyes narrow into a glare when she catches me in my stupor. “Why are your pants still on?”
“Sorry.”
Pulling a condom from my drawer, I toss it onto the sheets. Hastily unbuttoning and unzipping my fly, I barely get my pants off my hips before she takes over.
Teagan pushes me back to sit. “You’re taking forever,” she grumbles. When she drops to her knees beside the bed, I catch myself grinning like a jackal.
She inhales my cock like she hasn’t eaten in days.
“Jesus,” I murmur as I pull my pants down a bit more. She sucks me so hard I get tunnel vision. I see nothing but her hollow cheeks, her plump lips wrapped around me, and her eyes when she gives me a teasing peek.
She looks at me like she can see all the filthy thoughts flying through my mind, then swallows me again, my head pressing against the back of her throat. Fuuuck .
You never forget good head. Teagan is one of the best I’ve had—top three at least. With that hard pull on my cock and her soft lips and tongue teasing the tip, I debate whether it would be worth pissing her off by spilling myself down her throat.
When she stands, my eyes drop to her chest. Like a magnet, her tits fall into my face and my mouth finds her nipple. I lick the little peak, sucking it into my mouth for just a few seconds until she pulls me away by my hair. She holds the condom in front of my face and I get the message. Speed it up.
I do my job, watching her strip off her tiny thong and drop it onto the floor next to her.
Her tongue traces her lips, her legs settling at either side of my hips while I roll on the last inch. Without time for a breath, she sinks onto me, her pussy snug, hot, and already so wet.
She slides herself up and down, her body gripping me like a fist. The slick sounds fuck me up. I don’t know what got into her, but goddamn, I’m glad one of those things is me.
With her hands on my chest, she moves faster, humming her pleasure, stroking me with every swirl of her hips. I reach for them, an instinct to move her to the rhythm I want, but she’s already there. My hands hover above her while I watch her work.
“Shit,” I whisper with admiration.
Her eyes open and she looks down at me. Her parted lips curl into an evil grin.
Like a dance, her body rolls on top of my lap. All I can do is stare in awe. “You like that?”
My teeth dig into my lip to quiet my moan. “You know I do.”
“I’ve wanted this all day,” she says like a sigh of relief.
“Yeah?” My voice sounds as drunk as I feel. She nods and closes her eyes with a moan. Her hips shiver in my hands. “Me too.”
She moves my hands to her ass. “Fuck me,” she commands. I move my hips in time with hers, meeting her halfway on her descent. “Harder. I want it rough.”
Yes, ma’am .
I thrust up, hard, fast, holding her hips tightly in place. She arches forward, her breasts hovering an inch above my chest. I spread her wider with a hand and push myself deeper than before, planting my feet to lift my hips and get her right where I know she wants it.
Her eyes snap open, her nails dig into my chest while she cries out. And there it is.
She grows slick, and when I slow, her pussy dances around me. Her orgasm keeps her rigid in that sex kitten position—back arched, hands on my chest, knees spread wide over my lap.
She whimpers and collapses onto me, her head dropping onto my shoulder. I watch the pleasure roll through her, loving the way she falls apart for me.
I brush my fingers over her mass of curls so I can get a better look. Her eyes are squeezed tight, her mouth dropped open. A little whine escapes her every time I push my way in. I want to hear that sound the rest of my fucking life.
When she opens her eyes, she stares into mine while ecstasy paints every detail of her beautiful face. My cock strains in response. I can’t have her look at me like that and keep this up much longer.
I slide her off me to give myself a moment to calm down, but I need her to stay up. She starts to roll to her back, but I stop her, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her hips up to me.
Her hands grab fistfuls of my sheets when I slip back inside. I thrust downward, hard and deep, one hand pushing my weight down onto her back, the other holding her hip in place while I fuck her senseless. Maybe I’m the senseless one. Every ounce of frustration, every emotion I have fades away with each violent impact of my hips against her ass.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck - fuck - fuck ,” she moans. Her eyes snap open. Her hips shudder and bounce as her pussy squeezes around my cock. Again? I know I’m good, but damn.
Rolling my hips to stroke it slower, I give her a few seconds to enjoy it, then pick up my pace again, nailing her to the bed until I feel it.
I pull out and rip off the condom just in time. Shot after ball-draining shot falls onto her back and her ass. My head drops back when the feeling overtakes me. As it slowly fades, relief replaces it.
I massage the last bit out and wipe my head against the base of her ass cheek. She looks back at me, breathless. Maybe she wants to scold me, but she doesn’t say a word. She’s spent, sweaty, and satisfied.
Teagan thinks she needs control, but she doesn’t. The minute she lets me take over is when she gets what she really wants.
I sit back and smile at my work, smacking my hand on her ass and giving it a grateful squeeze. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
Like a gentleman, I go to retrieve a towel from my bathroom. While I clean myself off, I catch a glimpse of my reflection. My breath is still short; my heart rate is up too. A little cardio with an orgasm at the end? Is there anything better than that?
I return to the bed and wipe my dirty work from her back, flopping onto the bed beside her.
A minute passes while I watch her, waiting. She seems to have no intention of leaving. “Are you chilling for a while, or . . . ?”
“Shut up, I had a long day. I just need a few minutes.”
“I’m just sticking to the contract, and I’m pretty sure sleeping over isn’t in it.”
She opens her eyes to glare at me. “Giving me five minutes to rest doesn’t constitute a sleepover, you ass. If you want me to go right now, just say that.”
“I didn’t want to be mean, but . . .”
With a huff, she gets up, walks to the bathroom, and locks herself inside. My postcoital glow is such a relief, but with every second that passes, I feel the stress of my family drama creeping back in. I want to be alone when reality hits me again.
She comes out of the bathroom and picks her clothes up from the floor. It looks like her shitty mood is back too.
“You sure you’re good? Everything cool?”
“Yeah, Heath. Everything’s sunshine and lollipops.” I didn’t need to hear her tone to catch the sarcasm. “Everything cool with you?”
No , I want to say.
Even though I don’t want to admit what struggle my mom is going through or why I’m fighting with my dad again, I wish I had someone I could tell just to get it off my chest. Instead, I’ll keep everything inside and try to make it through the summer without exploding. At least Teagan is letting me fuck some of my stress away, but I won’t dare to fly too close to the sun by expecting anything else from her. Getting burned again is the last thing I need right now.
“Yep,” I say. “Rainbows and popsicles, babe.”