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“What are you thinking, Teddy?” he asks. “I can’t figure out your expression.”
“Wishing I had more for you to play with. My mum had quite a bit up top and I keep hoping I’ll sprout as I get older, but it hasn’t happened yet.”
Darwin chuckles. “Ever heard the expression, more than a mouthful is too much?”
“No, that’s a new one.”
“Let me demonstrate.” He drops to one knee and cups my breast. He takes out my pink barbell deftly, which tells me he’s about to get rough. I brace my shoulders against the stone mantle. He licks all around my nipple, making it damn hard for me to hold still, before he sucks my breast into his mouth.
“Oh fuck.” I sag into his hands. He slides his arm around my waist to support me as he continues to suck. And he has some skills in this department. These bisexual boys and their oral experience—not to be scoffed at.
After he’s got me seeing stars and arse-wriggling uncontrollably, he pulls back and releases my breast with another lap of his tongue around my nipple.
“Convinced?” he asks, licking his flushed lip.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you don’t need further demonstration?”
I mean, I’m not going to say no. Feigning shyness, I cup my other breast and offer it to him.
He lunges, snapping his teeth, and laughs at my squeal. But when he takes my breast, he’s gentle. He concentrates on my nipple this time instead of just sucking as much as he can get into his mouth. He plays, tugging on the piercing, nipping, pressing with the flat of his tongue, chuckling each time he draws a moan or whimper out of me. He flirts with pain but never crosses the line. There’s always a tender moment, like when he rolls his eyes, suffused with mischief and delight, up to meet mine after a hard nip.
“More, Teddy,” he groans between licks. “Show me more.”
“Yes ... sir.”
It slips out. I’m not sure I like it even as I say it. I know he made Gabe call him sir. It made me angry. But I’ll admit there’s something about it that fits him.
“Fuck, yes, Teddy.”
I unbutton my pants with one hand, the other gripping his shoulder. I wriggle out of them and toe off my flats so I stand in front of him in just my knickers and the knee-high, white fishnet socks I wore with the flats.
He eyes my socks and runs his palm up and down my calf. “You can keep these on. I’d forgotten how curvy your legs are. Fuck, I’m buying you a whole wardrobe of thigh-highs. It’s a crime to cover these calves in those baggy bottoms you wear. No more pants for you.”
“Skirts are right chilly, mate. I’m not used to how cold it gets here.”
“I promise I’ll never let you get cold. I’ll keep a fire burning all the time so you can run around in just Charlie’s sweatshirts and thigh-highs.”
I laugh at him. He’s mental if he thinks I’m gonna freeze my arse off all winter just so he can ogle my legs.
“You think I’m joking,” he says before leaning in and sucking on the sensitive skin above my belly button.
I think I don’t much care as long as he keeps heading south.
He kisses along the waistband of my knickers, his tongue flicking the lace, before he hooks his fingers in it and draws the triangle of satin and lace down my legs. “Mmm, Teddy.”
He’s seen me before. But not quite so up close and personal. I thought Charlie and Gabe had cured me of any self-consciousness, but as he looks his fill, I wonder if he thinks it’s weird or wishes I was a lad or sommat.
“Okay?” I ask hesitantly.
He answers with a long lick straight up my slit.
I nearly fall over. “Fuck, mate.”
He licks me again, adding a little flick of the tip of his tongue against my clit at the end.
No idea what he was awkward about. This boy has skills.
