Teddy’s eyes flutter open, and I’m caught with my fingertip tracing his bottom lip. “Are you being a creeper, baby?” he asks,voice like gravel. His mouth curves up into a bright smile, eyes latching onto mine.
As soon as that word comes out of his mouth, memories of my stepdad bleed into my thoughts. I pull my hand away as if I’d been burnt. “Don’t call me that.”
“What? You don’t like me calling you baby?”
God, why won’t he stop saying it? I shake my head furiously, trying to stop myself from remembering the way Dean’s hand would rest on my lower back, and his hot breath would tickle my ear as he whispered, “Hey, baby boy.”
Teddy grips my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “I’ll call you whatever you want.” He rolls on top of me, caging me in, his larger body pressing down into mine, warm and solid. He kisses my forehead and says, “Darling,” with a deep Scottish burr.
Then a kiss to my cheek. “Honey.”
On my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “Love.”
Pulling back, his eyes jump to my lips, and he leans down to kiss me, tongue flicking along my bottom lip. My cock twitches, pushing eagerly against Teddy’s thigh as he shifts over slightly, erection hard against mine as he rolls his hips.
“I think …mo leannan,” he whispers.
I can’t focus. The torturously slow movement of his body isn’t enough for me to find release, so I grind myself against him quicker, in desperate motions.
“What does that mean?” I pant, looking into his eyes. When I see how dark they’ve got and the smirk dancing on his lips, a whimper escapes me as warmth floods my body.
Teddy chuckles, pushing off me, making his way down my body. His hands stroke across my chest, down to my hips. “It means ‘my sweetheart.’” Pausing his movements, his face is serious as he asks, “Is that okay?”
I nod, my brain flatlining when he hooks his thumbs into my briefs, drawing them slowly down. My cock pulses as the fabric drags along the length, catching on the head roughly. It springs free, slapping back against my stomach, pre-cum smearing in the hair there. I lift my hips, desperate for his mouth. Teddy dips his head down and runs the flat of his tongue from my balls to my tip. I let out a choked cry, running my fingers through his hair, grabbing a fistful of curls. His tongue rolls around the head of my cock as he pushes back the foreskin with his lips. Then he takes me fully into the tight heat of his mouth.
I know I’m not going to last long, and thankfully Teddy doesn’t seem to have much patience either. He moves up and down quickly, quietly gagging when he takes me too deep.
“Teddy!” I gasp as he pushes all the way to my base, his throat squeezing so tight as he swallows around me that I lose what little control I had. “I’m gonna—” His hand moves from my hip to my thigh, lifting my leg onto his shoulder. Then, he drags a finger over my hole. My breath hitches as he starts sucking me harder, his finger pushing against my opening, and as soon as I feel it slip through my tight ring, I lose it. White spots blind me for a moment. “Teddy, I’m gonna … fuck, I’m coming,” I pant. My cock kicks in his mouth with every spurt of cum.
Teddy pulls his finger out slowly and crawls up my body. He leans over me, fisting his cock, tapping it against my lips. “Open up, mo leannan.”
My eyes flash to his, seeing them glint with mischief. I hold his gaze and open my mouth, letting my tongue loll out.
Teddy grips the headboard above me with one hand, while the other starts running over his length. He keeps the head of his cock resting on my tongue, and I hold still, watching his face as the smirk fades, replaced by a deep frown. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down as his hand movements jerk out of rhythm. He grunts and pitches forward, arms shaking,and I feel the hot splash of his cum hit my tongue, and swallow it all down.
I feel his tongue drag across my stomach, then he collapses onto the bed, pulling me against him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, feeding me my cum, and I groan at the taste of us mixed together, salty and a little sweet.
I never want to leave here.
With Teddy workingat the coffee shop, I wander around town aimlessly, wasting the hours until he finishes his shift. I’m about to go into the bookstore when my phone rings. I freeze. No one ever calls me—Teddy would usually text. I look at the number and see Unknown flashing across the screen. Letting it go to voicemail, I slip my phone into my pocket and walk back towards the coffee shop instead, with what feels like the weight of a heavy stone in my stomach.
My phone rings again, and this time I hesitantly answer, holding it to my ear. “H-hello?”
“Hello, am I speaking to Bailey Townsend?”
“Um, yes?”
“Your mother was admitted to hospital this morning. She had a little accident and was brought in by the ambulance. She’s okay now and ready to be released. Would you be able to come pick her up?”
I overheat in an instant, and slip down a side road to lean against the cold brick wall. “W-what about my stepdad or brother, she won’t want me to?—”
“We tried to get hold of your brother but there was no answer, and your stepfather is currently here on duty and can’t leave. He said we should try to contact you.”
Shit. Shit shitshit. I shouldn’t. I should make her wait there until Shane answers his damn phone. I hate that I’m instantly worried about her. I can’t help it. My body feels like it’s going into shock. “What happened?”
“She was found by a neighbour unconscious in her garden, and had sustained an injury to her ankle. Just a bad sprain, she’ll be okay after some rest ... so are you able to pick her up?”
“Okay,” I say, hanging up.
