Chapter Forty-One #3
Another soft moan vibrates from her throat, and the sound is maddening. Beautiful, wild, and maddening.
His cock pulses as she leans into him, letting him have her in complete surrender.
He drops his hands, working at the laces of her leather pants. She only leans in harder.
He pulls back, eyes settling on her. He loosens the ties, looping his fingers inside the waistband.
“May I?” he asks.
She nods, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and the sight of her like this? It’s fucking addictive.
He slides the leathers over her hips, hooking her undergarments along with them. He pools them at her feet, finding himself on his knees, and offering a hand so she can step out of them.
She does not hesitate, and her eyes lock on his, all confidence and clarity. Not an ounce of hesitation or tension in her body. Just a woman unafraid of her own desire.
Gods, somewhere along the way she stopped being the girl he wanted to protect and became a woman capable of undoing him completely.
And that? That is the most alluring thing for a man like Teddy.
“You are perfect, Seren,” he praises, his hands sliding up the slender curve of her legs, her thighs, her hips.
He drags his calloused hands over the dip at her waist, his eyes meeting hers as he allows himself this moment of worship.
“So, it’s pleasure you want, Seren?” he asks.
She nods, golden curls falling forward, framing her face. “Yes,” she breathes.
His hands slide down her ass, hooking around the backs of her legs, and lifts. He guides her legs apart, wrapping them around him, and pushes to stand.
She lets out a small gasp.
He carries her to the bed, seating her on the very edge, and guiding her onto her back.
Teddy drops to his knees on the floor, positioning himself between her thighs.
“Wh— What…” she trails off, not sure what she’s asking.
It’s the first time he’s seen her hesitate.
“Do you trust me, Seren?” he asks, his mouth finding the soft skin of her inner thigh, and pressing a gentle kiss there.
“Ye— Yes,” she breathes.
“Sex is more pleasurable when your body is ready for it. I want to make sure you’re ready,” he murmurs, voice a low, rumbling promise.
Her legs part further.
An invitation.
He nips, bites, kisses the delicate flesh of her thighs. Waits for her muscles to relax, her legs to soften into receptivity. And they do.
He travels higher toward her center, kisses becoming more decadent.
Her pussy glistens, already wet with desire. With want. Need.
She’s fucking perfect.
So Teddy moves.
His tongue sweeps through her center, and Seren’s sharp intake of breath cuts through the air.
Her legs clench around his frame in surprise.
He finds her clit, his tongue working her, sucking, licking, teasing like a man committed to rapture and nothing less.
Seren’s back arches off the bed, still scrambling to catch up with what he’s doing.
His hands trace idle circles on her hips, inviting her to receive, to calm, to allow. His tongue laps at her, splitting through her middle and drinking her in.
The fucking taste of her is divine.
He could spend the rest of his life worshipping her like this and still die hungry for more.
“Relax, Seren. Let me give you what you want,” he soothes.
She hums her acknowledgment, her thighs relaxing again.
“Move your hips against me. Find what feels good for you. Tell me what you like,” he instructs between licks.
At first, she doesn’t move, still gaining her confidence.
He does not stop, his tongue working her clit, slowly changing rhythm to see how her body responds to him.
He lifts the pace just slightly, and a low purr tears from her lips.
“You like that?” he asks, voice raw.
“Mmmm,” she hums, and her hips roll. Just once.
“Do that again,” he encourages.
She grinds her hips against his mouth.
“Gods,” she breathes.
“I love seeing you let go for me, Seren,” Teddy praises. “Keep going.”
She does.
Her hips grind and roll in waves, steady and rhythmic, like her body has finally taken control.
Just as he wanted.
He pulls back from her, lifting two fingers to his mouth, and sucking the length of them in his mouth.
Her gaze lands on him, recognition dawning. But she doesn’t look away.
Teddy stills for half a heartbeat.
Gods. She’s watching him.
Heat punches through his chest. Because she’s looking at him like she enjoys the sight. Like she wants to remember it.
“Why don’t you push up on your palms… and watch?” he suggests, and his words come out low and rough.
His jaw tightens.
And Seren moves.
She presses up on her palms, full breasts waiting to be devoured, thighs spread wide like she’s a godsdamned feast.
Heat crawls across Teddy’s skin, but he doesn’t break eye contact.
She doesn’t look away. Just drags in ragged breaths as her chest rises and falls.
“You deserve everything, Seren,” he murmurs, and he smooths a calloused hand down the inside of her thigh.
Her eyes stay on his.
Then drift lower again, watching the way his hand moves toward her entrance like she’s desperate for his touch.
The corner of his mouth twitches.
“I like it when you watch,” he admits.
A whimper escapes her, but her eyes stay fixed on his glistening fingers.
“Keep moving, exactly as you were,” he instructs.
She nods, lips parted in rapture, hair clinging to the sweat already forming on her forehead.
His fingers meet her opening.
And he slides them in, slow, gentle, before curling them just slightly.
A moan rips from her throat.
“Holy fucking…” but she doesn’t finish the sentence.
He smiles at that. At the way her body is leading her mind. At the way she softens for him. Opens for him. Lets go for him.
“Roll your hips again, Seren,” he instructs, and his mouth meets her clit again.
Her ass lifts off the bed as she pushes into her palms, her hips rock, her pussy sliding back and forth on his fingers, pressing into his mouth like a woman starved. He curls his fingers again, and the sound that comes next brings him undone.
She cries out, back arching, fingers fisting the bed sheets.
“Fuck, Teddy,” she cries, eyes still fixed on his fingers gliding into her.
Her breaths shorten, transforming into ragged pants.
His mouth keeps working, tongue grinding against her clit in a steady rhythm, as her hips rise to meet him.
His fingers pump in and out, and gods, she’s wet.
His cock throbs at the feel of her. The sight of her. The sight of her watching him and not looking away. The sight of a woman so thoroughly claiming her pleasure without shame or hesitation.
The muscles of her pussy clench around his fingers.
“That’s it, Seri. Grind against me,” he instructs.
Her pace increases, hips rolling and bouncing like a woman meeting her edge.
He curls his fingers again—
And she shatters. Her head throws back in a wild arc of ecstasy, gaze finally breaking as her moan floods the room, primal, electric, feral.
Teddy doesn’t stop, his tongue pressing against her clit, his fingers working her.
She wraps around him in tight, ragged squeezes, and his cock twitches in his pants, desperate for her to do that around him.
She rides the crest of her pleasure, until every last pulse is wrung from her. Her legs tremble. Sweat glistens on her brow. And her entire body goes slack.
She falls back on the bed, thoroughly ravished.
“Gods, you are so beautiful when you come, Seren,” Teddy admires, voice thick with worship and ruin.
That drags another whimper from her.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she murmurs.
Her eyes track back to Teddy, a smirk kicking up her lips.
“So, this is what El was talking about,” she breathes, voice still hoarse from moaning.
Teddy chuckles. “Yes. That is what we heard through the walls… a lot.”
Seren smiles, but she doesn’t speak for a heartbeat.
Two.
Then—
“I probably wouldn’t have asked you not to touch me if I knew this was what I was missing,” she quips.
And Teddy laughs.
Unrestrained. Bold. Real.
“I’m not done yet,” he counters, pressing another kiss to her thigh. “This is only the beginning of what I have planned for you.”
Seren swallows thickly at the promise, but her eyes settle on him seductively.
“Then show me what I’ve been missing,” she challenges.
Teddy presses to stand from his knees, a small smile breaking free on his lips.
His hands move to the laces at this waistband.
“You might want to grab hold of the bedpost.”