I started to fuck him again, even slower this time, curving my body with every thrust, moulding myself to him in a way I’d never let myself with anyone else.
But with him, it felt right. It flowed. And in a life that kept me on the edge of disaster ninety per cent of the time, I was all about the flow right now.
I needed it.
I craved it.
So I took it. I screwed him like we were goddamn lovers, one hand working his cock while I eased in and out of him, the pressure in my gut surging to boiling point, every muscle and nerve stretched so tight that when I snapped, it was going to blow my mind.Fight it.I tried, trembling from the effort. He had to break first or we’d failed.I’dfailed.He needs this as much as I do.
How I’d come to think I had a peep-hole into his brain, I had no clue, but I knew it like I knew the sun and the moon swapped places every day.
I didn’t come. I kept fucking him and fucking him until a harsh cry burst from his lungs and he came in my hand, his body tightening like a vice around my pulsing dick.
It finished me off. Like, killed me stone dead. A violence swept over me and my muscles contracted, kicking my hips forward, burying me so deep inside him, I should’ve come out the other side.
“Fuck.” An animalistic groan tore from my chest and I came hard, seizing up, frozen with pleasure as the coil in my gut unfurled. “Fuckfuckfuck.”
I was wrecked, vibrating with residual pleasure. I let my hand fall from Teddy’s cock but kept my face buried in his neck, lungs labouring, head spinning. It took me a minute to return to earth and remember that he was the one who’d taken the worst of what had passed between us.
That the trembling wasn’t just mine.
I raised my head.
Teddy’s was still bowed, eyes closed, and he was breathing deep and slow, as if something had released from his goddamn soul and he was in no hurry to get it back.
I dug that. Understood it. So I did something super fucking weird and kissed his neck before I withdrew and backed off, searching his fancy-pants flat for the bathroom.
After trying a locked door, I found it attached to his bedroom and so clean it was hard to believe anyone lived here. Not that I was complaining. Grimy bathrooms made me wanna hurl.
I ditched the condom, washed my hands, and grabbed a small towel from the folded stack on the shelf.
Back in the bedroom, Teddy had moved to the bed and sprawled out on it like a lion: relaxed but dangerous.
A thrill ran through me. I was sated but hungry. I could go for more if he was game.
Or maybe I was the game. I’d won the battle, but he was ready for war.
I found my cigarettes on the floor by my jeans. “Can I smoke in here?”
“No.”
I dropped the box with a shrug and lay down beside him, fixing my gaze on the crackless ceiling. “Have you lived here long?”
“No.”
“Not much of a talker, are you?”
“No.”
I shifted my gaze to Teddy. He rewarded me with a dry smile, barely there but so intense I missed it when it was gone. “Did you get what you wanted?”
“From you?” He shifted a little, facing me on the bed.
“From whatever.”
“Eloquent.”
“Never said I was.”
