Chapter 32 #2
Teddy pulls away, then pushes me off his lap.
He rushes out the room, coming back in less than a minute, raising an eyebrow in question as he holds up a condom and lube.
I snatch the condom from his hand and grab the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down.
Impatient, I shove him so he falls back onto the sofa, then I discard my own boxers before tearing open the wrapper and rolling the condom down the length of his cock.
I hop back onto his lap, pressing my lips to his desperately.
Teddy’s slick finger strokes along my crease and pauses against my hole, waiting for permission.
With neither of us willing to separate long enough to use words, I nod against his mouth and hum my agreement.
He rubs circles over my rim, pushing gently on every pass until it softens enough for his finger to slip inside.
We both groan into one another's mouths as he slowly drags his finger out, then back in. I run my hand through the back of his hair and grip it hard enough to draw a moan from him. The noises he’s making are driving me insane.
I need more. I pick up the discarded lube and squirt some over Teddy’s cock, then reach behind and push his hand away, positioning his head to my hole.
I lower myself slowly onto him and gasp at the sting.
Christ, it's so much bigger than I remember.
I push down with some force until the head pops through, then the rest of him slides in as I sink lower. Every inch ignites my insides until I’m fully seated. I tense, mapping out the length and girth of him inside me. It leaves me breathless, and I finally pull my mouth away from his.
Teddy’s panting as he looks up at me. “Okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I breathe, lifting myself off him experimentally. My balls tighten as his cock slowly drags out of me, then I sink back down, warmth washing over me. Using my knees to bounce, I start to ride him.
“Fuck,” he moans, leaning back against the sofa, arms covering his eyes. He has one hand gripping the other wrist tightly, like he’s not allowed to touch me. I place my palms on his pecs, feeling soft hair beneath my fingers, and his muscles as they jump with my every movement.
“Touch me, Teddy,” I beg.
His arms drop from his face, and he gives me a look of pure heat as he sits up, grabbing my waist, pulling me against him so we’re chest to chest. He drives up into me, the force of it making me choke.
I bury my nose into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him before flicking my tongue out to taste the sweat that’s built up there.
“You get me too close whenever you do that, Bay,” he growls, gripping the back of my hair, tugging me backwards.
I release his neck and reach back to rest my hands on his knees.
Every time he pumps his cock into me, my own slaps against my stomach, pre-cum dripping down the foreskin.
He wraps his hand around my dick, stroking me a couple of times.
I’m so close to the edge, my balls ache with the need to cum.
Teddy suddenly stops moving, and my orgasm drifts away. “No,” I whimper. What the hell is he doing?
He grins up at me. “I want you to say it again.”
“Say what?” I huff, trying to take over, grinding my hips and gasping as his cock brushes over my prostate. He lets go of my hair and grips my hips, forcing me to sit still.
“Say you’re good again.” He starts stroking my cock, far too loosely to do anything except keep me on the edge.
“Why?”
“Because you deserve to believe it, mo ghráidh.”
He thrusts up into me again and my mind stutters. We find a rhythm, and I’ve almost forgotten what he asked me. The climb to the peak is quicker this time. He loosens his grip on my hips, letting me meet his every thrust.
Just as I feel my stomach pull tight, he stops again, and I let out a cry as my release is snatched away from me for the second time.
He traces my bottom lip with his fingertips then slips them into my mouth, brushing over my tongue, exploring then withdrawing, over and over until I’m sucking on them desperately.
It distracts me a little from the orgasm that’s sitting heavy in my balls, threatening to explode whether he moves or not.
“I can feel you throbbing around me, how much you’re leaking on me.” He swipes his thumb over my tip, then sucks it into his mouth. “If you can’t say it, then I’ll say it for you. I’ll tell you every day how good you are.”
Christ.
My eyes sting, and I feel as though I’m on a tripwire. Years of being told I’m sick, bad, wrong—so deeply ingrained within me. It lights up my whole body when he says those words.
“I’m good,” I breathe out.
Teddy’s brows raise slightly, like he’s surprised I actually said it. “Say it again?” he asks as he thrusts into me again with no finesse, just pure determination.
“I’m good,” I pant.
My orgasm, which had been held out of my reach, barrels through me.
His arms wrap around me as we grind our hips in unison, and I finally let go.
Hot cum smears between us, coating our stomachs as my cock throbs, trapped between our bodies.
Teddy lets out a groan, biting down on my shoulder, his body shuddering as his cock pulses deep inside of me.
“Yes you are,” he whispers.