Chapter 14
Fourteen
Teddy
Fuck. I must be dreaming. The way the round head of Liam’s dick shoves past my lips sends a thrill through me.
It’s almost like he’s using me for his pleasure, using my mouth exactly how he wants to.
I groan around him as the velvety skin of his cock brushes against my tongue slowly.
While peering up into his eyes, I secure my lips around the hardness and take control.
I may be inexperienced, but I know I can make this good for him.
I sink to the base of his dick, giving my throat a moment to adjust around the large head obstructing my airway, but his hips jut forward eliciting a gag from me.
I pull back, then let him sink deeper again, burying my nose against the curled mane of hair scattered around him.
I love his scent. I consider just staying there and inhaling him for a while, but that’d probably be too weird.
His eyes sear into me with so much lust-addled affection, and his fingers tighten in my hair, making my scalp sting as he guides me back and forth.
“God,” he groans. “I wish you could see yourself. You look like a dirty fucking angel with your golden skin and blond halo of hair, and dark, swollen lips wrapped around me.” He throws his head back, showcasing the wide column of his throat.
I whine around his cock, nearly blowing my load from his words alone. I pull off his dick and rest back on my legs, pushing my lower lip out in a pout. “Can you please just fuck me already?”
I squirm, unable to stay still at the thought of him filling me up again.
He drags his gaze over me slowly until he meets my eyes.
He plants his palms on the bed on both sides of my thighs and leans in.
His lips graze my cheek and trail downward, stopping to lock onto my jawbone.
Goosebumps raise the hairs on every inch of my skin and my breath shudders.
He continues his assault, tenderly dragging his lips down my throat all the way to my collarbone—nipping at it with his teeth.
A strangled moan escapes me, and my hips buck forward, grinding against the bed of their own accord.
He lifts his hand and wraps it around my throat, making sure I look him in the eyes. The confidence he exudes in that simple movement sends heat rippling through my body, and I gasp.
“You know you’re mine now, right? You understand that? All of this”—he drags his gaze over my naked skin again—“belongs to me.”
It’s almost too much to take—my heart aches with the intensity of it all.
“H-how?” I stutter, and he loosens his grip only a fraction.
“How can you say that when you told me you weren’t gay.
” My lip trembles in anticipation of what he’ll say.
There’s no way he feels the way I do in this moment—like the world could implode on itself, but as long as he was looking at me like this, I’d be okay.
He tightens his grip again and leans in, brushing his lips against my ear as he whispers, “You have always belonged to me, in all the ways that mattered.” I shudder as my heart flutters painfully in my chest.
He withdraws and shoves me to the bed, where I lay with my feet planted widely apart, legs spread open.
His knees hit the bed and he gets right in between them, looking down at me.
He pushes my legs back, forcing my knees to my chest. Holding them there, he grabs my dick and gives it a few rough strokes. “This is my dick.”
His hand nudges lower and rubs against my hole. “What difference does it make that you don’t have a pussy? This hole can be my pussy if I want it to be—although it’s tighter than any pussy I’ve ever felt before.”
God, why does he say things like that. My hole throbs against his palm, and I whimper. I cover my face with my hands, refusing to look him in the eyes now. My hands are wrenched from my face, and he hovers over me, his hard cock pressing into my groin.
“You asked, angel. I’m just answering your question because you deserve to know. Your parts don’t matter to me—as long as they’re all mine. If that makes me gay, then so be it.”
I catch my lip between my teeth. “You know we can’t go back to normal now, right?” I rasp, still not sure that he fully understands the magnitude of this.
His wide tongue darts out and licks across my lips and over my cheek, all the way up to my eye; it feels so possessive. “This is our new normal, angel. This is it for us, and you know it because I’ve never let you get away from me, and I never will.”
It’s everything I ever wanted to hear him say but somehow, my brain won’t register it as the truth. There’s no way I’ve gotten this lucky; nothing ever works out like this for me.
He reaches over to the nightstand behind him and grabs my lube from it—I hadn’t even realized he put it there. He slathers it all over his cock and rubs it around my hole, dipping one finger in, causing my hips to jolt from the bed.
He removes the finger and my ass chases after it. Blood rushes to my cheeks at how embarrassingly needy I am for him. He doesn’t make me wait long, thankfully. The large head of his dick quickly replaces his finger, nudging against my hole. When he breaches it, the white-hot sting makes me gasp.
But now that he’s in, he presses forward with purpose.
The moan that rips from his throat is downright primal. From now on, one will ever hear that but me. I’m the only one who can break him apart like this.
He starts pounding into me, making my moans grow louder and louder.
“See,” he groans, breath heaving. “You’re wetter than any pussy out there. You hear those sounds? You have the wettest pussy, angel.” The words tumble from his lips as quickly as he drills his hips against me. “My pussy. My hole. My everything.”
I can’t take it anymore—I grip my own dick tightly, jacking myself off just as fast. Breathy moans fall from my lips in a dizzy plea while his words echo through my head.
My climax slams into me with no warning, and I spurt all over my stomach.
He keeps fucking into me though, and I whine. It’s so sensitive. Almost painfully so.
His hips meet my ass, and they stay there—pressing into me as he grits his perfectly straight teeth, and spills inside.
We stay that way for a few moments—his hips still twitching against me as the last waves of his orgasm wash through him, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
He pulls out of me slowly and my hole protests.
I can already feel the slight burning and total emptiness.
I whimper, “Hate when you’re not in me.” And then I stiffen as I realize I said that out loud. Oh god.
His eyes flick up to mine and he rubs his thumb over my hole in a soothing way. “Maybe I’ll get you a plug or something,” he responds, softer than ever.
“A plug?” My eyes nearly fly from my head.
“You wouldn’t want me to stuff you full of my cum and then plug your hole? We could go to a party, and no one would even know that I’m technically still inside of you.” He smirks fondly.
Holy fucking shit. I sit up and scoot off the bed to hopefully hide in the bathroom, but I stop abruptly as something tickles my inner thigh. I drag my hand over the area, and it comes back wet with his cum.
“Bend over.”
“What?” I yelp.
“Bend over, hands on the couch. I want to see it.”
“But—"
“It’s mine, and I want to see it,” he demands.
So, I do. I bend over, and he nudges my thighs apart.
My neck prickles with embarrassment—I’m on full display, my spent cock hanging shamelessly between my legs, and my hole smeared with cum and lube.
He grips both of my cheeks firmly, pulling them apart, and I look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.
He’s just looking at it, taking in every inch, like it’s a Picasso painting or something. I squirm out of his hold because I can’t take it anymore and he chuckles.
“It’s all red and puffy and swollen like your lips.” He hums.
My brows shoot up and as I speed-walk to the bathroom, I ask, “Are you always so… dirty like this?”
He stretches his arms above his head, causing his muscles to bulge and ripple. “Nope, just with you, angel. Guess I’m just comfortable with you.”
It makes sense after so many years of friendship, I suppose.
“And I like how it makes you turn red all over. It’s funny because you don’t even realize how dirty you are.”
I cringe at myself remembering what a writhing mess I was only a few minutes ago.
I grab a rag and run it under hot water before cleaning myself up with it, making sure he can’t see me.
Not like it matters. I prepare another towel and approach Liam who’s lighting up a joint.
He extends his arm to grab it from me, but I jerk back. “I want to do it.”
A wide smile lights up his face. “Okay, angel.” He watches me the whole time I clean his soft dick, and then he takes the rag from me and tosses it into the basket.
I collapse onto the bed unceremoniously and nestle into his side, inhaling his mildly sweaty and manly scent—exhaustion making all my usual concerns nonexistent as I cling to him.
“Never really cared much for cuddling either,” he rumbles, interrupting the calm quiet.
“We’ve always cuddled, but with clothes on,” I mumble into his side.
“I like how you talk all softly to me when it’s just us.”
I don’t know why I always take on the slightly childlike voice around him, and it’s kind of embarrassing. I press closer to him than humanly possible, hiding my face by his armpit, and I fall asleep just like that.
“Your hair looks fine, Teddy. We’re just going to Dame’s place; you don’t need to get all fancy with it.”
I spin away from the mirror and approach the door to slip my shoes on. “This is the first time anyone will see us… as a couple,” I mumble the last part.
He scoffs. “Damon and Ben already know. Ant is the only one who doesn’t, unless Ben told him.”
“He hasn’t.”