It’s not Teddy’s fault that he is so good looking.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” I murmur.
“I—I like it sometimes.” The shy way he ducks his head, looking up at me from beneath a fringe of lashes, only makes me want to hurt him again. To show him that I can turn that pain into a pleasure that he has never known.
He may have had many lovers, but he’s never hadme.
And I’ll make sure he remembers tonight for the rest of his life. “Then I will hurt you, if that’s what you like,” I murmur, “but I want to see you in your bliss as well as your agony.”
The wine has gone to more than one head tonight.
Teddy’s sapphire eyes widen and his lips part. I picture those lips around my cock, which gives an eager throb in my pants—but I plan to take my time. I want Teddy begging for me before I let him taste me.
I want him a writhing, pleading, lust-madmessbefore my dick gets anywhere near him.
I pick him up and he wraps his legs around me, clinging to me. He’s light enough that I can hold him up with only one arm under his thighs. That gives me a hand free to run through his hair, pull him in to kiss, take his face and force him to look at me.
“All those fantasies you had,” I growl at him. “You’re sure you want to make them a reality?”
He’s panting and flushed, eyes dark with desire. “Yesss,” he whispers. “Please, Alessandro…I want you.”
As begging goes, it’s too restrained—but it’s a start.
“Then you’ll have me.” I carry him through to my bedroom, and he buries his face in my neck along the way, clutching tight around my shoulders. When we get to my room I throw him down on the bed, watch him bounce, the air puffing out of him in surprise, but I’m on him again before he can recover, tearing off his clothes—literally, ripping that shirt open so that I can take in his body, golden-skinned and pink-nippled. They bead up as I watch, tight little buttons that tell me he really does want me.
“You ruined my shirt,” he gasps out.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” I promise him. I’m hard and aching for him, and I want that sweet little mouth choking on my cock as soon as possible. But before that, I want him naked, to take in the sight of all that beauty, open and waiting for me. Forme.
I wrench open his pants at the waist and yank them off his body, taking his shoes with them. In his socks and underwear, Teddy seems even more vulnerable than he would completely naked, and a shudder of pure lust goes through me as I look him over.
He’s hard, a telltale bulge in his underwear, and a damp patch at the tip. I’m about to leap onto him when he scrambles away, up the bed, pulling his legs up to cover his arousal. And when I look in his face, I see…
Fear.
I should have known.
I give a laugh that is supposed to sound cynical, but it catches in my throat. “As I thought. Your fantasies should stay fantasies,bellissimo.”
“No, wait—” He crawls forward as I back away.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go out and pay for some company like I usually do.”
“Wait.” He’s scarlet-faced and his eyes are angry and bright. “Please, just…”
I’m already halfway to the door, but I stop, folding my arms. “You don’t have to explain. You’re not the only one who couldn’t go through with it, believe me.” The last-minute change of mind is why I began seeing professionals in the first place. Why humiliate myself any more than necessary?
Teddy’s brow creases as he shakes his head. “Idowant to,” he tells me, sincerity making him strident. “But…”
“But what? Lights off? Bag over the head?”
“What? No—Alessandro, believe me, I…” He screws up his face. “I really, reallywantyou. But I’m…”
“Well?” I demand. “What is it?”
He can’t look at me, scrunching up the sheets in his hands as he whispers something I can’t hear. I take a step forward, and another.
“What did you say?”
