Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
FADE
While Teddie watched the romcom, my attention was split three ways between the movie, her, and the time. The first movie finished at about half past eleven. I took my time pretending to select the second, as if I didn't already know exactly what I was going to put on.
In the end, I pressed play on a movie with a lot more steam than the romcom. Fucker got me going every time. What I wanted to know was, would it have the same effect on her?
I leaned back and crossed my arms as the actors on the big screen started to talk to each other. I half-listened as they said their lines, their characters making plans, getting to know each other. Giving each other long, lingering looks.
It was almost midnight when the clothes started to come off.
My cock was already half-hard. Not because of the nudity.
Okay, not just because of the nudity, but because of the sensuality.
The music, the movement, the glances, everything perfectly aligned to evoke feeling in the viewer. That feeling? Arousal, obviously.
Also because I was sitting next to a gorgeous fucking woman. The sound of her coming still echoed in my ears. I'd walked into Hel’s office at the right time. I got to watch her and suck him off. Win-win.
I glanced over at Teddie. Her eyes darkened. I'd bet almost anything her panties were nice and wet. Transparent with her need. I could almost smell them, her scent thick and warm.
"Liking what you see?" I whispered.
"I… Yes," she whispered back.
I glanced at the time. A minute past midnight. Perfect.
"Does watching stuff like this turn you on?" I asked.
She swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, it does."
I have to admit, I admired her honesty. Plenty of other girls would have hedged or denied feeling anything. This woman, she embraced her sexuality. She was trying to deny to herself that she was going to get involved with me and my soul brothers, but she didn’t deny she was aroused.
She was already involved, whether she liked it or not. Just by sitting here with me, she was involved.
I still thought this proposal was crazy, but since Hel wasn't going to change his mind about it, I might as well enjoy it. Enjoy her.
"Me too," I said, putting a hand over my hardening cock. "It's an art form. Anyone can make porn, but a movie that makes you feel things without just being fucked is something else. Wouldn't you say?"
She glanced over at me. "I guess so." She was looking at me like she wanted to eat me up. Eat someone up, anyway. It might as well be me.
"It's like making people laugh, isn't it?" she added.
"How so?" I asked, genuinely curious as to her point of view.
She thought for a few moments. “Humor is subjective. So is what turns people on. One person's yum is another person's ick."
"That's true," I agreed. "There's no such thing as a universal yum or a universal ick. But this movie manages to yum in a way most people wouldn't find icky."
Hel and Oak would laugh their asses off if they heard me saying things like that. Fuck them though.
"I guess it does," she said. "So far."
It only got hotter from here on out. By the end, I was ready to lose my load.
"Does it make you want to get yourself off?" I asked.
Her tongue swiped over her lips. My cock got a little harder.
"Is this where you suggest I get off and you watch?" she asked.
"That's a great idea," I said. "But it'd be against the rules."
"Against…" she started to say. The penny dropped a moment later. The woman was quick.
She pulled out her phone, tapped on the screen, and opened the rules app. Glanced at me, irritation in the set of her mouth and the flash of her eyes.
"You planned this," she accused.
"Of course I did." There was no point denying it. I'd written the rule for this exact day. This moment. She wasn't allowed to touch herself, not with her fingers and not with a toy.
And now she was good and turned on.
"You're an asshole," she said, shifting uncomfortably.
"That's not the first time someone's called me that," I said, crossing my ankles and placing my hands behind my head.
"I don't think it'll be the last time you call me that.
You know what? I don't mind. Being an asshole keeps life interesting.
The question is, what's a girl to do about the wet, needy pussy between her legs? "
I raised my eyebrows at her.
"What can I do?" She raised one, perfectly shaped shoulder before dropping it back down. "I'm not allowed to get myself off until midnight tomorrow."
"No, you're not," I agreed. "But the rule doesn't say anything about someone else getting you off."
I saw the moment she wrapped her head around what I was trying to say and what my whole plan was in the first place.
"You asked me to watch movies with you so you could make me come."
I raised one hand, keeping it behind my head. "Guilty."
The best part about all of this was fucking with her. If she told me to go hell and stormed out of here, it'd be worth it. If she asked me to put my hands between her thighs and get her off, that would be okay too. Either way, I won.
"Is it that difficult for you to turn women on that you have to set all of this up?" she asked, taking a tiny puff of the wind out of my sails. Only tiny; my ego wasn’t dented that easily.
"Not usually," I said. "It didn't take this much effort the first time."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. She knew exactly what I was referring to. I saw that in her eyes, but I decided to humor her.
"When you bumped into me at college," I said slowly, wanting to draw this out. "I watched you walk into the restrooms. I saw your face when you stepped back out. You went in there to masturbate, didn't you? Because bumping into me turned you on so fucking much, you couldn't stop yourself."
The light in the media room was dim, but I could still see the color creeping up her adorable cheeks. She was too fucking cute for her own good. She also had the most fuckable mouth I'd ever seen, which was a bonus.
"It's okay to admit I turned you on," I said. "I could have put on another romcom and you'd still be aroused sitting in the same room with me."
"Definitely not," she said. "Your personality is a turnoff." She glanced away toward the screen.
"You're a terrible liar, Teddie Ward," I told her. "Why are you denying you're attracted to me? It's not a bad thing, you know?"
"That's a matter of opinion," she said without looking at me. "I don't usually go for assholes."
"'Usually' being the key word here," I said. "Also, since you're single, I'd have to suggest your choices weren't great up until this point. Maybe assholes are exactly your type and you didn't know it. Or you knew it, but you didn't want to admit it because you're stubborn."
When she didn't respond, I continued. "Right now you're thinking you want my fingers inside you, aren't you?"
“No," she lied, because she was thinking it the moment I suggested it. Probably before that. She was only human after all. I’d been thinking about it since we met.
"Would you prefer my tongue?" I asked. "I'm told I know what to do with it."
She snorted softly. "Did you tell yourself that?"
I laughed. "No, it was the countless women I've given orgasms too with my talented tongue. And men."
She glanced back at me, surprised. The look only lasted a moment before it was gone.
Of course, a woman raised by two men who were together wouldn't judge me for my preferences.
Not unless she was judging them for theirs, which I knew she wouldn't do.
She genuinely loved both of them, and they loved her.
If I was sentimental, I'd say they'd done a good job raising her. But I'm not sentimental, so I won't.
We watched the movie in silence for a few more minutes before I spoke again.
"You only have to ask. Say, yes, or better yet, please, and I'll give you the orgasm you need."
I'd seen her shifting on the couch. I had to give her credit for not getting up and walking away. Instead, she sat with me while we both got more and more turned on.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she asked. "You want me to beg?"
"There's no shame in it," I said. "Good girls beg."
"Maybe I'm not a good girl," she suggested.
"Oh, you definitely are," I told her. "You won't be by the time we're finished with you, but for now you are. Very much so."
Part of me felt bad for my part in dragging her into all of this. If she had any idea what or who she was getting involved with, she might have decided it was better to let her fathers’ bar go under.
But she had gotten involved, and I was going to see it through to the end along with her, even if it meant breaking her in the process.
If I wasn't listening, I would have missed hearing her next word. She said it in barely a breath. "Please."
A moment later, I was scooting over on the couch and undoing the front of her shorts. She lifted her hips while I pulled them down her thighs. She wore pink and white panties with little flowers on them.
"Cute," I remarked.
She shook her head. "I didn't plan for this."
"That was your first mistake, sweetheart," I said, pulling the gusset of her panties aside to expose her beautiful pussy. "Always be prepared for this."
I ran my thumb up and down her seam, grazing over her clit. Making her move her hips, seeking more. I gave her more.
I rubbed the heel of my hand on her clit while sliding a finger inside her, up to my knuckle. Instantly making my finger warm and wet, encased in her. She smelled as good as I’d imagined. Better. Fucking intoxicating.
"Fuck, you feel good," I whispered.
I'd had my hands in lots of other women, but none felt like her. I couldn't figure it out, but she felt different somehow. Like my fingers belonged inside her.
With that in mind, I added another, filling her a little more, my hand pressed harder against her clit, rubbing up and down, slowly.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"I need more," she whispered.
"Do you want another finger inside you?" I asked. I caught the hint of a nod and did as she asked, pressing a third finger inside her and stroking her, watching her carefully for her response. Searching for exactly the right spot.
She gasped when I found it. "There," she whispered. "Right there."
I shut out everything around me, focused all of my attention on that exact spot. Hitting her right with every stroke. Staying with her while she bucked against my hand.
The only thing I knew was her and her gasps. Her breath hitching when I worked her a little harder. I could almost feel her heart racing as she drew closer and closer to coming.
Part of me wanted to edge her, to keep her waiting before she orgasmed, but most of me was desperate to once again hear the sounds she made when she came. So desperate I listened intently for any change in her moans.
There. There it was. A slightly higher pitch, a touch more breathless. And then a long, low moan as she came, rocking against me.
I struggled to keep up with her, but I managed, working that exact spot deep inside her, drawing out her orgasm for every precious moment.
Continuing to stroke her all the way through her orgasm and down the other side.
I was almost as breathless as her by the time she flopped back against the couch, panting lightly.
"I forgot to mention I also have a talented hand," I said.
I slid it out of her before pressing it between my lips and sucking my fingers clean, tasting her salty release on my tongue. "You taste better than salted caramel popcorn."
"That was…” she whispered.
"Yeah, it was," I said. "It's getting late. We should turn in."
Without another word, I picked up the remote, turned off the big screen, and strode out of the room, leaving her to sit alone in the dark.