Teddy’s gaze darkened. “Shame.”
“Is it?”
“Perhaps. If you liked it that way too.”
“You have no idea what I like.”
“Show me.”
It wasn’t a request, and the authority lacing the command had me scrambling forward before I caught myself.No. Stop.Whatever he thought he wanted, I wasn’t in the business of ramming my dick into anyone before they were ready.
I nudged his legs apart again and took up the space between them. Teddy wasn’t a small guy, but I loomed over him all the same, caging him with my arms as I dropped a palm either side of his head. “You said I could do whatever I wanted.”
Teddy nodded, his eyes sparkling with something that would’ve put me on edge with anyone else. “I am interested to learn what that is.”
“Want me to tell you?”
“I already said this. Show me.”
His accent slipped again, and I liked the Russian flavour better than the posh drawl. I dipped down and dug my teeth into his neck again, adding to the mark I’d already left there.
Teddy growled and wrapped his legs around me, his thighs as strong as they looked, anchoring me in place.
I wasn’t complaining. Trapped against his body, every part of him touched me where I wanted it to. His skin felt amazing against mine, and the thrill of fucking someone brand new took me over. I kissed a wet trail from his neck to his chest, and then down his abdomen as he arched beneath me, restless sounds escaping him.
Like his chest had, his cock called to me. I didn’t suck many dudes, but this one? Yeah, I was having some of that.
I hooked my hands beneath his hips and raised him off the bed to my mouth, elbowing his legs wide enough that I could move freely.
He let me. I wasn’t ignorant of that. I’d waltzed into this believing I could hold him down with one hand, but there was something about Teddy Jones.
Something dangerous.
Wily.
Wicked.
Whatever I wanted to call it, I knew I’d met my match... in more ways than one.
I wrapped my mouth around his cock and swallowed him down. Teddy groaned, harsh and masculine. “Harder. Use your teeth.”
That was a new one, but I was partial to the scrape of a woman’s teeth against my own dick, so I happily obliged, revelling in the answering surge in his rock-hard length. I gave him the roughest blowjob I’d ever doled out and I loved it. My blood became fire, my cock digging into the mattress beneath me, desperate for friction.
When I could take no more, I pulled off and chased the wet mess down from his balls to his hole.
I slid a finger inside him.
Again, he didn’t flinch. “More.”
One finger became two.
Three, while he watched me, apparently amused... and impatient.
I took the hint and replaced my fingers with my sheathed and lubed dick. His body enveloped me, drawing me in with a long, slow thrust that sent my eyes rolling around the world and back. “So fucking tight.”
Teddy leered. “Is good for you?”
“You can’t tell by my face?”
