“I do not know your face.”
“Not yet.” I dropped down, bringing us closer together. We were nose to nose—closer than I’d been to anyone in a long time, despite how often I found myself with company at night. Teddy’s grey eyes seemed unending. And his lips?
Fucking gorgeous. I wanted to crush them with mine and feel his neat beard against the scuff on my own jaw. I wanted to go to war with his tongue and see who goddamn won.
Me, in case you were wondering, but I reckoned he’d go down swinging.
Teddy reached up and gripped my chin. His touch was blistering, and his sinful lips twisted into that smirk again. “You are being very gentle, biker boy. Have I misjudged you?”
“Only if you think I’m aboy.” I pulled my hips back, then punched them forward, driving into him hard enough to make anyone else’s eyes water.
Not this dude, though. His smirk deepened, the only sign of impact his teeth digging into his fleshy bottom lip. I slammed into him again and again and again, until he pushed back, meeting me in the middle, and something between us snapped.
A frantic surge took over me. I fucked him like my life depended on it, hard and fast. Raw and dirty. His bed was one of those fancy divans that seemed to float like a fucking cloud. It had been a blank page when I got here, but we ruined every inch of it.
Teddy was strong and supple. Flexible. I fucked him in every position he demanded, and the need to come like a fucking train inside him became a drumbeat that echoed in my head louder than my thundering pulse.
Desire consumed me. Sweat coated my skin and my breath came in short, sharp pants.
I pulled Teddy off the bed and shoved him against the wall, kicking his legs apart. I wrapped an arm around his throat, but I didn’t squeeze.
Not yet.
Not until he laughed, taunting and low. Breathless. Though like everything about him, it was subtle. “You would not dare.”
“Think I’m scared of you?”
“I don’t think you’re scared of much.”
“That’s the first time you’ve been right since we started this.” I tightened my forearm against his neck. “And if you think I wouldn’t choke you, you’re wrong about that too.”
“Do it then.”
No. The reaction came from deep inside me. Visceral and laced with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. My arm stayed where it was, but the urge to force more pressure behind it evaporated.
Teddy laughed again, but it wasn’t mocking. It was understanding. Fond, almost. “I don’t need you to do that. Just fuck me. You are good at it.”
“Good?”
“Yes. Good. I like it.”
I snorted and roughly slid my other hand from his hip to his ribcage, leaving a reddened trail in my wake. “You fuckingloveit.”
Teddy said nothing. Just braced his arms on the wall, his back rippling like a beautiful river.
I sucked in much-needed air and shoved inside him again, but I didn’t slam. I slid in hard but slow, torturing myself as much as I wanted to torture him. I’d taken the hint that he liked it wild, but there was more than one way to skin a damn cat, or whatever. I fucked him slowly this time, drawing out every drive of my hips to the point where I groaned with each thrust. Fresh heat sluiced through me. Sweat dripped down my face. My tight balls screamed at me to finish the fucking game, but instinct kept my pace steady, digging pleasure out of us both, drowning in every sharp sound Teddy let me have.
Fuck, those sounds. If I never saw him again, I knew they’d stay with me a long time. I let my arm fall from his throat and pressed it across his shoulder blades instead, still pumping my body in a heady rhythm.
Teddy’s head dropped and a deep shudder rattled his frame. He was close. The building tension in him was unmistakable, and I wanted him to break.
I closed the minute space between us, flattening myself to his back. I tangled my fingers in his short hair and touched my lips to the hollow behind his ear. He shuddered again and my dick pulsed inside him. “I did what you said, now tell me what you want.”
Teddy blew out a shaky breath. He was rigid. I snaked an arm around his waist and found his cock.
It throbbed in my hand, alive with the same ruthless energy that was eating me up, and my hips canted in response, driving me deeper inside him.
Finally, hemoaned, and I sensed his control slipping. If there was an upper hand to be found with this dude, I had it.For now. And I intended to make use of it.
