“Hey,” Teddy says, freezing. “Do you want me to stop?” He pushes himself up off my chest, sounding panicked. I shake my head, tensing experimentally. Teddy lets out a shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut.
“More,” I breathe.
He pushes a little harder, and my body gives way to let him slide in fully, making us both groan. When I look up at him, there’s a bead of sweat at his temple, and his jaw’s clenched tight.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Y-yes.”
He pulls out carefully then pushes back in, the lube making his movements glide as he does it over and over again. Gripping under my knees, I open myself up to him more. The pain eases off, and I can finally focus on the feeling of him inside me. The way it sets my whole body on fire.
Teddy leans forward, hooking his elbows under my knees, forcing me to release them as his mouth comes down on mine again. I grab hold of his bicep, feeling the muscles flex with every pump, and thread my fingers through his curls, gripping on for dear life when he starts to speed up. Desperate sounds fall from my mouth, and he swallows them while sweeping his tongue over and under mine. Every stroke of his tongue matches the thrust of his hips, making my cock pulse desperately.
As though he can read my mind, Teddy rips his mouth from mine and sits back on his knees. He pulls my hips so my arse is in his lap, then thrusts into me. My vision goes white for a second, and my whole body tenses as he hits my prostate. I yell out, and Teddy’s eyes snap to mine. My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, hoping to trap any other noises that try to escape. When he realises the yell was from pleasure and not pain, his mouth curls into a wicked smile. My stomach clenches, cock leaking. He thrusts again, hitting the same spot over and over.
“You’re doing so good, Bay,” he pants.
I shake my head.I’m not good.
“You are, mo leannan. I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re so tight and hot around my cock; I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
I wish he’d stop saying that I’m good. Guilt tries to push its way through the ecstasy, and I shut my eyes again, hot tears slipping down my cheeks.
“Shit. Have I hurt you?” Teddy stops immediately, his voice wavering. I feel him slip out of me slowly, and if I could, I wouldscream at him for stopping right now. I scramble upright and take his cock in one hand, tugging him towards me.
“Please,” I whine. I know I don’t deserve any of this. But I want him. Ineedhim. I’ll deal with the consequences when they come, but no way in hell am I stopping now. I was so close.
“You want to carry on?” he asks.
I nod with determination.
“Did I hurt you?”
“N-no,” I rasp.
He looks sceptical at first, but the frown lines smooth as I hold his gaze. Lining up his cock, he pushes back into me. My whole body jolts and I collapse back onto the mattress, reaching up to hold on to the headboard. My cock slaps against my stomach with every thrust. I’m so close, the feel of him inside me is like nothing I’ve felt before.
“Okay—okay, fuck. Bay, I’m close. Are you?”
“Yes,” I pant, the word clawing its way out of my throat.
Teddy wraps his fist around me and pumps in time with his thrusts—and I’m done. My body tenses, and then the dam breaks. A wave of ecstasy crashes over me. It almost feels like it’s washing away the touch of my brother and stepfather. My cock pulses, and cum shoots all over my stomach and chest.
As I start to come down from my orgasm, everything starts to feel oversensitive. Every thrust leans towards discomfort over pleasure. Then Teddy’s movements stutter. He hunches over me as I feel his cock pulse inside me. He collapses onto me, chest covered in sweat, sliding against the mess of cum on mine. His mouth goes straight to the side of my neck, kissing me, making my whole body shudder.
After a moment he gently pulls out and goes into the bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet flannel to clean us up. He tosses it to the floor when he’s done and settles next to me, pulling the duvet over us. We lay there in a tangle of limbs,facing one another as he strokes his thumb across my nose and cheeks, tracing my freckles. “Bay,” he whispers. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”
It feels as though there’s a vice closing around my heart—I didn’t know that. I want to say it back, but it won’t come out. My breathing speeds up the more I try, and I stare at him desperately, hoping he’ll understand. He meets my gaze, smiling nervously. The words still won’t come. I make an undignified sound of frustration and roll onto my back, pushing the heels of my palms into my eyes.
“I know,” Teddy says, pulling my hands from my face. “Hey, I know, okay? You’ll say it back when you can. Don’t force it.” He kisses me softly, pulling me against his chest.
Eventually, the noise of his rhythmic breathing fills the room. I lie there on his chest, counting his heartbeats, and whisper weakly. “I-I love you too.”
There’s halfan hour to go until Teddy finishes his shift at the coffee shop. He only has a couple more weekends to work his notice, and then we’ll be packing up and moving to Skye. The closer we get to it, the more nervous I feel. I’m not sure how I’ll cope being somewhere new. If I lose control while I’m up there …
Shaking my head, I try to push the thoughts away. It’s just the anxiety messing with me. I carry on walking down the high street towards Teddy’s work. At the last minute, I notice a puddle and sidestep it, slamming into something hard. When I look up, Shane’s staring back at me. Silent, with his arms folded across his chest. “We need to talk,” he insists.
“N-no, Shane, I haven’t done anything this time.” I haven’t seen him in three months. There’s been no more blackouts—I’m sure there hasn’t been.
