“Yeah.” He grins at me, hands slipping down to my arse, squeezing. I push him away and run, adrenaline coursing through my veins as he chases me up the stairs. We stumble into the bedroom, pulling at one another's clothes as we go. Teddy’s mouth is everywhere: biting at my lips, sucking at my neck, working his way down my body until he gets to my hips. He drags my briefs down, kissing the tip of my hard cock softly as his hands stroke over my scars. My knees buckle and I go limp, gripping onto his shoulders to hold myself up.
He sucks me into the heat of his mouth, and my toes curl at how tight it is. “Fuck, Teddy,” I moan as he bobs up and down along my length, over and over, until he pulls off to suck my balls into his mouth, one after the other, making my stomach tighten and my thighs tense from trying to control myself.
When he comes back up, we’re chest-to-chest, and I can feel his heart thumping just as erratically as mine. I grab his hand and walk backwards towards the bed until my legs brush against it. I take a deep breath, making a decision—one I’ve thought about a lot recently. I slide backwards, pulling Teddy with me. His brow furrows, but he puts a knee up on the bed anyway, climbing on with me. I pull him until he’s pressing his weight down on top of me.
Teddy’s legs weave between mine, and his cock presses against my hip as he rests some of his weight on one elbow. I hold my breath, waiting to see if I’ll panic from being caged in. I never take my eyes off his, feeling the length of his body—how it fits against mine.
I’m safe here.
It’s just Teddy.
He won’t hurt me.
“Like this,” I say quietly, spreading my legs so that he can move between them.
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes slightly wide.
“Yeah.”
Teddy leans down and presses his lips to mine, running his tongue along my bottom lip, teasing the entrance before slipping it inside to tangle with mine. My cock throbs, pushing against his in response. He pulls away, reaching into the bedside drawer to grab the lube, then squirts some on his fingers.
I suck in a breath when he pushes against my hole, rubbing circles until it gives. He works me open while kissing my neck, and I writhe on the bed, relief washing over me—I don’t feel trapped this time. I can lie here and let him take care of me, just like he used to.
Teddy sits back on his knees, lining himself up. “Still okay?” he asks, brow creased in concern.
“I’m good,” I say, voice coming out husky. He goes to push forward, but I quickly sit up and put a hand on his chest. “Wait—your leg. Can you … are you okay to?”
“I’ve been cleared for exercise. I’m fine, Bay.”
I lie back down, and he slowly pushes inside me, lighting up my nerves as he bottoms out. I squeeze his forearms and hold on as he pulls out of me again, then back in. He does it again, and everything is so slow and controlled—I can’t stand it.
“Teddy,” I whine.
“What’s wrong, mo leannan?” he asks, barely hiding the laughter in his voice.
“Please.” I grip his arse, pulling him into me again, making my whole body light up.
“You like the feel of my cock buried deep inside you, Bay?”
I nod repeatedly as he picks up speed.
He hooks his elbows under my knees and leans over me, whispering in my ear. “Want me to fuck you hard?”
“Y-yes.”
He pulls back then slams back into me, and my back arches as I cry out. He does it again and again, deliberately controlledyet forceful, hitting my prostate every time. His mouth latches onto my neck and sucks there, teeth nipping until pain mixes with pleasure.
I’m getting close. Every time he moves his stomach rubs against my cock. All I can do is lie here, body loose, mind gone as he drags me closer to the edge.
“Think you can cum for me? I’m barely holding on here,” he chuckles, nipping my bottom lip.
“Faster,” I say, putting my hands under my lower back to tilt my arse up. He slides in deeper, and I pant as he speeds up. “I’m close, Teddy; I want to feel you cum in me,” I plead. He grunts against my mouth as his cock pulses inside me. His orgasm sets me off, and I feel my cum flood between us as our chests glide against one another. He continues to move slowly in and out as he softens, tongue languidly exploring my mouth.
When he finally pulls out, he goes to stand up, but loses his balance. I scramble out of the bed and force him to lie down. “What are you doing?”
“I was getting something to clean you up,” he says quietly, rubbing around his scar.
“I can do that,” I huff, going to the bathroom to grab a flannel. “You overdid it, didn’t you?” I ask as I throw it to him.
