Chapter 20
kelsey
I exhaled roughly as he bucked his hips, pushing the blunt head of his dick past my entrance. Beads of sweat formed on his furrowed brow as he eased me down, inch by torturous inch.
Even after this morning, it took some effort to accommodate him. Some things never changed, no matter how many decades we’d been doing this.
His mouth fell open slightly, and a low groan escaped—the kind of sound that made me clench around him involuntarily.
Teddy leaned forward to suck a puckered nipple between his teeth, the sudden change in position forcing him even deeper.
I hissed out a curse when he bottomed out, clutching his head to my breast. For a long moment, neither of us moved while my body adjusted to the stretch.
“Wait, Kels,” he groaned against my skin, the vein in his neck visibly pulsing. “Trying not to come.”
I’d never been one for porn, but if I had, I doubted any video could compete with the sight of a man like Teddy fighting not to come undone beneath me.
There was something addicting about having that much control over a man so wild and famously ungovernable—something that made me want to push him to his breaking point. Just to see if I could.
I tightened around him again, enjoying the way his breath hitched, and his eyes rolled back in his skull.
“Fuck,” he muttered, sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh of my throat.
Goosebumps spread across my skin, and I braced my hands against his chest with a shiver before rocking against him. I fought a smile as the slow, sensual grind of my hips drew another sharp inhale from him.
“You good, baby?” I asked innocently, continuing to torment him. “Comfortable?”
“Could be on a bed of nails, and I doubt I’d notice. You feel so goddamn good,” he growled, before tugging my mouth down to meet his in a rough kiss.
“Think we should probably avoid any more hard surfaces for the time being,” I said, sucking in a ragged breath when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me arch into his touch. “My back is still achy from the kitchen island.”
“But the look on your face when you came that first time—fuck, I’ll be thinking about that for years.”
“Mm… what else will you be thinking about?” I asked, lifting my hips until just the head of his cock remained inside before taking him deep again.
“This,” he said, his eyes tracking the bounce of my breasts. “You taking what you want. Not holding back. Looking at me—just like that—like I’m yours.”
“You are mine, Riggs,” I said fiercely, surprising myself with the possessiveness in my voice.
He pushed up into me with a barely restrained growl. “What about you, Kels? What’s going through that pretty head?”
“Mm, I’m trying to remember if there’s still some of the potato casserole left in the fridge,” I panted as we moved together in a rhythm that felt more like dancing than sex. “Or did we finish it all last night?”
Teddy’s hips faltered, and he barked out an incredulous laugh. “Seriously? You’re thinking about food right now?”
“What? I’m—” I trailed off when he hit a particularly good angle. “I’m hungry. A growing girl needs to eat.”
“Growing girl?” he questioned through gritted teeth. “Baby, you’re the same—fuck, do that again—the same height you were in high school.”
“No, horizontally, I mean.” I gestured to my hips and thighs, which had expanded over the years.
“Good. Gives me more to hold onto,” Teddy grunted, giving both a rough squeeze before reaching forward to snag a gingerbread cookie from the plate on the coffee table. He broke a piece off and held it to my lips. “This oughta tide you over for a bit. Open.”
I took a bite, chewing while watching me with an expression that suggested he couldn’t quite believe this was his life now.
“Good?” he asked, pushing his index finger past my lips as he offered me another bite.
“So good,” I said, swirling my tongue around the digit, tasting myself as much as the spices. “Can’t believe we never brought food into the bedroom when we were married.”
“This some long-unfulfilled fantasy for you, Kels—riding my dick while I feed you gingerbread?”
I chuckled. “Absolutely not. Old Kelsey would have had a coronary. Crumbs in the bed… cookies for dinner? The horror.”
“Old Kelsey was wound tighter than an eight-day clock,” Teddy dryly stated as he brushed crumbs off my lip.
“She was exhausting,” I agreed. “And frankly, kind of a pain in the ass.”
“Nah, you were doing your best.”
“Was I though?” The question came out lighter than I intended. “Or was I just... performing? Like everything had to be Pinterest-perfect or the world would end?”
“You were trying to hold us together,” he said quietly. “Only way you knew how.”
“Fat lot of good it did,” I mumbled around another mouthful of cookie.
“Might’ve taken the scenic route through Hell, baby, but we’re still here,” Teddy said, huffing out a strained breath when I reached back toward the coffee table.
“Scenic route’s one way to put it,” I deadpanned as I selected a handful of cookies, feeling him soften in me. Not all the way—just enough that I registered the loss of fullness.
It had been a frequent occurrence in the years before the divorce, when stress and grief and exhaustion had taken their toll on both of us. Before, it would have sent me spiraling into insecurity, wondering if I wasn’t attractive enough, wasn’t sexy enough, wasn’t enough period.
Now I just engaged my inner muscles to hold him inside me before settling more comfortably in his lap.
“Think this is your handiwork,” I said, holding up a gingerbread snowflake with a missing point before bringing it to his mouth.
The rigid expression on Teddy’s face softened into something like gratitude or maybe even relief. Like he’d been bracing for me to pull away and make it A Thing.
“Those were all you, baby,” Teddy drawled, taking a bite.
“Me?” I exclaimed, placing my hand against my chest in feigned horror. “I would never make such a mistake, Theodore.”
“Oh, really?” His eyebrows raised mockingly as he took another bite of the cookie, crumbs tumbling down his bare chest. “Seem to recall someone saying she was too high-brow for anything but the snowflakes and trees.”
I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress a grin. “Fine, maybe I delegated the more… phallic-shaped cookies to you initially. But need I remind you that you were responsible for more than a few of those little artistic creations while I—”
“Recovered from seven orgasms?” Teddy helpfully supplied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
The playful back-and-forth was absurd and perfect and exactly what I hadn’t known I needed—the easy intimacy, the comfort with our bodies and their limitations, the ability to be completely ourselves without pretense or performance.
We continued like that, between kisses and bites of gingerbread, until his cock slid free of my body.
Feeling the tension return to his muscles, I reached between us to take him in my hand. “Wanna know what I’m thinking about now?” I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of his ear.
A shudder rippled through his body. “What’s that, baby?”
“I’m thinking about all those nights after the divorce when I couldn’t sleep. When I’d lie in bed, hand between my legs, trying to get myself off.”
His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to leave marks I’d admire later. “Yeah?”
“Mm hmm,” I hummed, feeling him twitch against my palm. “Tried everything—bought toys, read books, bought sexy lingerie—but I couldn’t do it. Nothing worked unless I pictured you.”
“Kels—” His voice came out strangled as I stroked him from root to tip.
“Had this recurring fantasy. You’d show up at the house, coming through the door like you still owned the place. You’d find me spread out on the bed with my hand between my legs.” I paused to adjust my grip, smearing the wetness over the head of his cock before continuing,
“Without a word, you’d drop into that old armchair in the corner before telling me exactly how you wanted me to touch myself.” I pressed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, down his throat.
“Would imagine your fingers digging into the arms of that chair while you told me slower… faster… deeper. Your voice getting rougher the closer I got.”
“Fuck, Kels,” he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.
I sucked hard on the spot where his neck met his shoulder, marking him the way I used to when we were teenagers.
“Sometimes I imagined being with someone else, and you finding out. You’d get jealous.
Show up and claim me, letting him see who I really belonged to, as you made me beg for it.
Used to get myself off thinking about that one at least twice a week. ”
His dick pulsed in my hand, fully hard again. I traced the prominent vein running along his shaft with my thumb, watching the way his jaw clenched.
“Now I don’t have to imagine anymore,” I whispered as I lifted my hips and took him to the hilt with a groaned curse.
“Lean back,” he ordered, voice suddenly rougher. “Hands behind you. Wanna see you.”
I obeyed, planting my palms on his thighs and arching my back until he was hitting my G-spot with every roll of my hips.
The temperature in the room skyrocketed. What had started as playful, lazy lovemaking shifted into something else entirely. Something almost desperate.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Teddy growled, his eyes locked on where our bodies joined. “Look at you, Kels. Taking every inch of my dick like a good girl.”
Heat crawled up my chest and neck. There it was. Not the praise, necessarily, but the rough edge creeping into his voice. Teddy had always enjoyed being in control when it came to sex, but his bossy side paired with his biker side did something shameful to me.
One hand slid up my ribcage before wrapping around my breast, squeezing while his other remained anchored on my hip, controlling my speed.
“You have any idea what these tits do to me?” He rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger before dipping his head to drag his tongue over it.