Chapter 27
Teddy
We made it as far as the elevator before Chloe had me backed against the brushed steel wall, her hands in my hair, her lips hungry on mine.
I would’ve liked to believe I’d be calm, suave, and in control – I’d managed at least the illusion of that with other women – but the truth was, I couldn’t think at all.
All my instincts were shouting at once – yes, more, please.
The voice of reason that had kept this at bay was already miles away and losing ground fast.
The doors slid open on the fourth floor with a merciful ding.
Chloe snatched my hand and pulled me down the corridor at a near-run, laughing the whole way.
She fumbled with the keycard at her door, her fingers shaking so badly she had to try three times before it finally lit up green.
We crashed into her room, nearly falling on top of one another, and then the door thunked shut behind us, leaving us in the dark.
She pressed me against the door, kissing me like she was afraid I’d vanish, and I let myself melt into it.
Her mouth was sticky-sweet from the mead, and her skin tasted like salt as our kisses grew sloppy and I caught a bit of cheek here; a bit of chin there.
I could feel her smile against my lips every time I fumbled, every time my tongue hesitated, but I wanted to impress her.
I wanted to be the best she’d ever had. All this build-up had to lead to something spectacular, right?
Chloe slowed the kiss, one hand coming up to cup my face, her thumb stroking the hinge just beneath my ear. “Are you okay?” she murmured, low and a little ragged. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, hating how small my voice sounded. How inconsequential the word “yeah” felt. I was overwhelmed with all the things I wanted to say to her; the way my heart throbbed at the sense of culmination. “I just…”
She kissed the corner of my mouth, then the line of my jaw. “Me, too,” she whispered, and I could hear the gravity in her voice. “You have no idea.”
I did, actually. From the way she pressed her hips into mine, already starting to grind against me as we kissed, we were feeling the exact same thing: desperate, aching need.
I traced my hands down her spine, feeling the way she arched her back into me, dusting my fingertips over the easy curve of her hips.
When I slipped a palm up the front of her shirt, running my hand over the bralette she was wearing, she shivered and arched some more, the noise she made half gasp and half moan.
“Is this okay?”
“You can touch me, Teddy,” she said. “Anywhere you’d like. You don’t have to ask.”
But I wanted to. I wanted her to know that every inch of her was a choice I was making, not an accident of inertia.
I eased my hand down, hooked my fingers behind the hem of her skirt, and found her underwear.
I could tell just from the lace pattern beneath my fingers that they matched her bralette.
I couldn’t help it; I grinned. “You planned this.”
She huffed a laugh into my neck. “I wish I could say I’d planned this. Happy accident.”
I reached down to run my hands over the backs of her thighs, scraping back up over her ass, her muscles twitching as I did.
She pushed up even further onto her toes and grabbed my hips, lining us up perfectly.
I wrapped one arm firmly around her back, holding her to me, then brought the other hand between us at her front, dipping it below her skirt – beneath the lacy fabric of her underwear this time – and she gasped so deeply it made me do the same, as if her pleasure was mine, too. I suspected it would be.
“Is this—” I started, but Chloe cut me off.
“Teddy,” she said, laughing, and then she kissed me again. “Please. I don’t just give you consent to touch me. I’m literally begging you to.”
I grinned into her kiss and pushed lower, past the tuft of hair on her pubic bone, finding her warmth with my middle finger, catching her as she bucked forward into my hand.
I needed more leverage, so I pressed my heel against the door and spun us around, my hand not leaving her for even a moment.
As she collided with the door, I used the momentum to press further, spreading her open, gliding over the wetness that greeted me.
I pulled my finger back and then pushed it down again, flicking up slightly as I did, and her breath hitched in a way that told me she liked that very much.
So I started to pulse my finger against her, feeling as her wetness grew, pressing my body closer into hers to hold her up as she melted.
She was wet enough now that I started to run my fingers almost directly over her clit, circling tightly, relishing every gasp and every jerk.
I smirked as I kissed her again, knowing from the way she could barely kiss me back that she was close to her first orgasm.
Only a little one, but the first of many if I had anything to say about it.
Her breath quickened, and I felt her start to convulse, but I was nowhere near done with her. So as soon as she started to come, I dropped to my knees, tugging her skirt and panties down with my free hand as I did, and plunged two fingers into her, bringing the flat of my tongue against her clit.
“Shit, Teddy,” she whispered, her hands grasping at my head, tangling in my hair.
“This still okay?” I asked, coming away just long enough to ask, and to see the pained expression on her face as she answered.
“Jesus, yes,” she said, then tilted her head back against the door with a thunk.
Her first orgasm had waned, so I closed my mouth over her and sucked, curling my fingers toward me as I moved them in and out. My tongue pulsed against her as she squirmed, and I reached my free hand up to press her back against the door.
“More, Teddy,” she whined. “Please.”
Fuck, I could have come just from hearing her say my name like that; like she was praying to me.
Pleading with me. I pushed another finger inside her, relishing her sharp intake of breath and the way it made her whole body taut.
I used my thumb to help me bring her closer from the front so I could lean back and watch her face; the way it curled up in agony and bliss, her lip bitten between her own teeth to keep her from crying out.
Her breath had gone ragged and shallow, and I felt her entire body heave up and down this time as she came closer.
I brought my mouth back to her, my tongue hard and flat against her clit, and she cried out, moving her hips so she was practically riding my hand.
She was so soaked now, and I pulsed my fingers in and out faster, harder, the thwack of her wetness music to my ear.
Her second orgasm was far from little – she yelped as she began to tighten around my fingers, and I kept pushing into her until the contractions slowed, lapping at her with my tongue as she came on my hand and mouth.
Only once she’d all but collapsed against the door did I extricate myself from her, standing and wiping my hand on the bath towel hanging by the bathroom.
But Chloe closed the distance between us yet again, stepping out of the clothes now pooled at her feet.
She collapsed into me and pressed a messy kiss to my lips, and I wondered if she could taste herself; she was all I could taste.
I held onto her as we staggered backward, until the edge of the bed pressed into the backs of my knees.
Chloe pushed – a gentle, insistent nudge – and I went down willingly, dragging her with me.
“Fucking hell,” she said, her eyes roving over me as she straddled me.
She was still so wet – I could see the glisten between her legs as she sat naked from the waist down – and I felt myself get wetter, too, knowing how close I was to feeling her where I so desperately needed her.
It wasn’t enough yet – or, rather, there was still too much in the way – so I reached up to take her top off, but she was way ahead of me.
She peeled it and the bralette off at once over her head, her hair coming loose as she did, the auburn locks falling over her shoulders and in front of her tits like a mermaid. Or a siren, more like.
I reached up to take her perfect breasts in my hands, desperate to feel the softness of them in my grasp, but she batted them away.
“Your turn,” she said, leaning forward so her hair formed a curtain around us. “I want to see you.”
I let her unbutton my shirt, my breath sharp as it fell open and the air hit my chest. It was probably quite warm in the room, actually, but I felt a shiver run through me anyway. As usual, I was bare beneath my shirt, and I held my breath as Chloe’s eyes roved over me.
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my sternum, then kept kissing down my torso, taking each of my nipples into her mouth in turn. I arched off the bed into her kisses, moaning out the breath I’d held, and she ran her fingers lightly over my ribs as she moved lower, reaching my trousers.
“Is this okay?” she asked, somewhat taunting, as she took the button in her fingers.
I nodded.
“Say it,” she said, her voice heavy, her mouth against my navel, and I could feel her voice reverberate through me.
“Please,” I croaked out. “I want you. In any way I can have you.”
“Good girl,” she whispered against the skin of my abdomen, and I felt my insides go liquid.
She popped the button open with a practised flick, then unzipped the trousers, and I swore she was pressing her knuckle slightly into me as she did so I could feel every tantalising millimetre of movement through my underwear, her hand getting closer to her own centre as she undressed me.
I looped my thumbs into my waistband – I needed her skin against my skin, her pussy on mine, as soon as possible.
But she let go of my zipper, taking both my wrists in her hands, and leaned forward to press them against the bed behind my head.