32. Vanessa
CHAPTER 32
VANESSA
Teddy doesn’t come back to the dining room after he leaves with his father. He’s not in the room either, and as I sit on the bed waiting and time continues to pass, I grow more worried.
I mean, I don’t think his dad is dumb enough to kill him and toss his body into the ocean, but who knows.
I already changed out of my dress I wore for dinner and into a pair of blue cotton shorts and an over-sized t-shirt, so I shove my feet into my flip-flops as I go in search of him.
He isn’t in the library, or in the kitchen stuffing his face with more food. Nor is he at the pool.
I don’t know what makes me do it, but I eye a ladder that leads up to a small deck and take a deep breath before I grab a rung. I hate heights, but I don’t think about it right now. When I top the ladder, I find Teddy lying in a pile of blankets on his back, arms behind his head as he looks up at the starry sky. Somehow, my body knew I’d find him here.
“Are you okay?” I ask, crawling over to him—too nervous to stand up here despite the railing surrounding us.
“Yeah.” But he turns his head, and already I see a bruise forming on his cheek.
I feel sick at the sight of it. “Teddy.” His name falls from my lips sadly.
“It’s no biggie. Come here.” He scoots over, making room for me on his mountain of blankets.
I want to ask him about the bruise, what went on with his dad, but I know he doesn’t want to talk about it. Lying down beside him, I turn to my side and lay my head on his chest. His heart is a steady rhythmic beat against my ear.
He wraps his arm around me, lazily stroking the bare skin of my arm. Goosebumps rise from his touch, my nipples pebbling against the fabric of my shirt.
“Cold?” he asks when I shiver, his arms automatically tightening around me.
“Yes,” I lie, because it’s easier to agree than to admit how much I want him. “You’re still in your clothes.” I close my eyes, wincing at my phrasing, but his laughter makes my blunder worthwhile. “You know what I mean.” I pluck at a button on his dress shirt. “You’re all fancy and stuff.”
“If you wanted me to take my shirt off, all you had to do is ask.”
He sits up, bringing my body with him. I pull away as he makes swift work of the buttons and discards the shirt on the deck before lying back down and tugging me with him so I return to my former position.
His bare skin is warm against the side of my face. I trace a circle around his nipple, and he groans low in his throat. “Careful, Vanessa, you might get more than you’re bargaining for.”
He keeps his eyes firmly on the night sky above us—filled with more stars than I’ve ever seen before.
There’s a light smattering of chest hair between his pecs, and I tweak one of the hairs, making him jolt. He glares at me, but his grimace quickly snuffs out when I speak. “Maybe I am bargaining for it.”
His sensual lips part, eyes searching mine for any sign of dishonesty.
He rises up over me, lust swimming in his gaze. “What are you saying, Van?”
I moisten my lips with a swipe of my tongue. Gliding one hand up his smooth chest, I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and tug him closer, closing the distance between us until our lips almost touch.
“I want you. I want this .”
He doesn’t respond with words. He closes the infinitesimal space between our mouths, angling my head back as his tongue finds mine. He kisses me slowly, thoroughly. He takes his time, imprinting himself on my lips so they’ll never forget the taste and feel of him. Teddy wants to ruin me for any guy that comes after him, and it scares me to realize that he’s already been successful.
His hands tangle in my hair, focused on kissing me. It surprises me that he isn’t hurrying this along, afraid I might change my mind. But no, Teddy is intent on savoring this— me . He worships my mouth thoroughly before moving to my neck.
He tugs the collar of my shirt down. “I love seeing you all marked up by me.” My skin is still speckled with hickeys from our intense make-out session.
“Teddy—”
“Don’t rush me,” he growls the command, moving down my body. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to taste you?” His eyes are twin green flames in the dark of the night. He grabs my shorts, shimmying them down my hips and off my body. “No panties? Color me intrigued, Ms. Hughes.”
“I’m in my pjs.” My treacherous voice is breathless. “Of course I’m not wearing underwear.”
“All the more fun for me.”
He lowers to his stomach on the deck, forcing my thighs to spread to accommodate his wide shoulders. I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue against my pussy, my hips lifting off the deck. He loops his arms around my legs, holding me in place. It quickly becomes apparent that all my previous experiences with oral were lacking. Clearly all the practice Teddy’s had fucking around has been worth it because he’s definitely learned a thing or two.
I gasp, crying out. My fingers tighten in his hair, holding him against me. “Yes! Just like that! Do that again!” I’ve never been so loud or so bossy, but with Teddy, I feel comfortable enough to be vocal. He swirls his tongue around, sucking at my clit like I wanted. “I’m so close.” It’s a statement, but I’m practically begging. My orgasm flutters around the corners of my eyes, my vision nearly blacking out.
When he curls a finger into me, the orgasm shatters through my body, and a string of words flies out of my mouth that my brain can’t even decipher, but from his soft chuckle against me he must find my ramblings amusing.
As I come down from my high, a shiver courses through me from the feel of two of his fingers lazily stroking me.
He grins, his lips with moist from my juices. “Think I can make you come again like that?” I can’t find my voice, but he doesn’t appear to have a problem with that. “I know I can. And then I’m going to make you come all over my cock while you scream my name for everyone to hear you.”
My jaw drops, a cry of pleasure slipping out when he covers me with his mouth again.
I don’t think it’s possible for me to come again so quickly and so forcefully, but apparently Teddy is a magician because he pulls one hell of an act when I fall apart, legs shaking.
He kisses my inner thighs before paying special attention to my stomach. An area I’m normally insecure about, he worships, reminding me that my entire being is beautiful—not only one part.
Lifting my arms so he can rid me of my shirt, I marvel at the lust in his eyes as he takes in my breasts.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He grabs my boobs, testing the weight in his palms. They’re large enough that not even Teddy’s big hands can fully cover them. He dips his head down, sucking on one nipple and then giving the other the same attention.
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.