Page 46 of Flagrant Foul (Totally Pucked #3)

Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly

The bedsheet is cool beneath me. An inferno rages before me. My brain sizzles, my cock pulses, and my hole quivers as I lie on my back, head propped up on a pillow, watching intently as Sev undresses.

Mercifully, he sheds his clothes quickly, barely blinking, barely stopping as he makes his way to me.

To think I thought he was devastating before.

That Sev, the one who invented nonchalance and walks around locker rooms naked and without a care in the world, has nothing on this one.

This one is hard everywhere. Muscular and straining.

His dick is everything I dreamed it would be.

Everything and more. Dark and veiny, and trained on me the same way his eyes are.

Like I’m a prize, and he’s here to claim me.

The mattress depresses and corrects as Sev stretches out next to me. He’s on his side, leaning over me, but not crushing me. He’s close, but most of my body has been left uncovered for him to explore .

I was right about one thing: Sev runs hot. The heat of his body warms mine, flames gently lapping where he touches me, setting me on fire.

My legs fall open before he has time to ask me to part them. Really open. Knees dropping onto my chest, thighs spread. Hole on display.

He murmurs appreciatively and kisses me softly as he starts fingering me again. “Tell me what you like, Tee. Tell me everything.”

“You,” I say with no hesitation. “I like you.”

“No.” He smiles tolerantly and kisses the tip of my nose. “I mean, how do you like to be touched? Where are you sensitive? What turns you on?”

“You,” I say again.

When it’s clear that’s the most sense he’s going to get out of me, he runs his tongue along my jaw, gnawing on my jawbone lightly and chasing my Adam’s apple as it bobs in my throat.

When he’s rendered me a puddle of goo, he strokes my hair and nips at my earlobe.

He doesn’t stop until I shudder and spasm around his fingers.

“Hnng,” he growls, shaking the room, the bed, the Earth, and the stars.

He kisses a path down my chest, veering right and left just enough to torture my nipples. He flicks them with his tongue until I’m arched off the mattress and my nipples are carved from stone.

He pulls his fingers out of me and strokes a light line along the seam of my balls. My mind cuts out and my eyes snap shut. I start thrashing before he touches my dick.

“I’ll come,” I warn him.

“Uh-uh,” he says kindly, “not yet, baby. I want you to come on my cock.”

He heeds my warning now, forsaking my throbbing, leaking cock, and fingers me again.

This time, it’s different. Before, it was an exploration.

A gentle probe designed to teach him the anatomy of my body.

To show him what makes me moan, what makes me tremble.

Now, it’s an action designed to get me ready.

To open me. To prepare me. To stretch me so I’m able to take him.

I thrash in his arms, bucking against a hard knot of pleasure that’s so extreme it feels like it might crush me. The give he asks of my body is forceful now. Hard, almost painful, but not quite. Where it falls short of pain, it forces pure bliss up my spine.

“How many is that?” I ask, groaning, positive I’m stretched out enough that my ass, and my mind, won’t ever be the same .

“It’s four.”

I moan and thrash, reaching between my legs, grabbing at his arm and trying to wrestle his fingers out of me. “Ready! I’m ready, Sev. Please, I’m ready.”

He withdraws and kisses me again. “I’m negative,” he says. “But I’ll use a condom if you want me to.”

“I’m negative too, and I don’t want a condom. Want you, Sev. Bare. Just you and me.”

His eyes are dark and glistening. He looks how I feel. How I’ve always felt: sure. Sure this is right. Sure it isn’t a mistake. Sure we belong together.

“You’re perfect, Teddy,” he says as he rolls onto me. “Did I ever tell you that?” The weight of him is what’s perfect. Solid and dense. Just enough to keep me from drifting off into the ether. “Maybe not. Probably not. But that’s what I think…it’s what I’ve always thought.”

He reaches down and lines himself up, studying my face as he pushes in. He slides in smoothly. Gently. A strong stretch with no hint of pain. Only pleasure. Only fullness. “You’re a perfect boy, Tee,” he says as he thrusts into me deeply. “My perfect boy.”

My body reacts as though it’s a weapon. A bomb. An entity that revolves around fission or fusion. Something unstable. Wanting for nothing more than a spark. A basic building block of chemistry, designed to implode .

Sev moves powerfully inside me, thrusting in deeply and pulling almost all the way out. I’m flattened on the in-stroke, powerless to do anything but relax my muscle and receive, and I struggle on the out-stroke, clenching, arching up, and grabbing at him to pull him back in.

He’s breathing hard. Head flicking back with each thrust. His biceps are engaged, the veins in his arms bulging. His pecs are engaged too. The sinews in his neck tense from the strain of what he’s doing to me.

No human being ever looked hotter.

The sounds he’s making aren’t from here. They’re not from this place or time. They’re from a wild place. A place outdoors and far from other people. They seep into my bones and leave me no choice but to answer with similar sounds of my own.

Pleasure builds quickly and out of control. It’s bigger and more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt. It’s bigger than me. My dick throbs, twitching and jumping from the slight friction of his body colliding with mine.

“I’m gonna come,” I cry frantically. “Can’t help it! Can’t stop it!”

He reaches between us, holding himself up with one arm, and jacks my dick hard. The pleasure is instant and overwhelming, a red-hot nerve that’s screaming.

His hand moves up and down once .

Twice.

Three times.

I lose it. I lose everything. All concept of who I am, where I am, what I’m doing. The only thing I know as heaven cracks open and pours out of me is that Sev’s here, and whoever I am, whatever I’m doing, wherever I’m doing it, I’m doing it with him.

I lose my sight and my hearing too. Everything goes black and completely quiet. I hurtle through space at the speed of light. The moon and the stars shine on my face.

It goes on and on for the longest time.

Forever, and a little longer.

By the time I come back to myself, Sev’s eyes are screwed shut, teeth gritting, fingers clawing the bedsheets on either side of my head, as he pumps his last wave of pleasure into me.

His breathing is labored, and he moans wantonly, eyes rolling back as aftershock after aftershock roll through him.

When he begins to soften, he carefully pulls out of me.

“No,” I sob, clutching weakly at him and trying to keep him inside me. “No. Please. I don’t want it to be over.”

I cry and flail as my body rebels from the shock of housing only one soul again .

“It’s okay, Tee,” Sev says as he rolls onto his side next to me and kisses my temple. “If you don’t want it to be over, it’s not over.”

He parts my legs before I have time to ask any questions. Bending one leg at the knee and pushing it away from him, pulling the other toward him and hooking it over his hips. There’s no tension in my body. No tightness. No pull.

Only give.

“You’re going to be sensitive,” he says, “so try to relax. Don’t clench, okay?”

I nod drunkenly, and he slides his fingers back into me. A lot of them. So many that I see stars again, and start swearing and struggling as sensation attacks me.

“Too much?” he asks, eyes searching mine for signs of discomfort.

“No,” I sob. “It’s the perfect amount."

“I’m gonna keep you like this. Open and ready until my dick gets hard again.” He rakes his lips up the side of my face, not kissing, just teasing. Just being close. “The second it is…I’ll put it back in you, okay? It’s not over yet. It’s only just begun.”

“Thank you,” I sob, aware but not particularly concerned about how pathetic and needy it makes me seem.

Sev rests his head on my chest. It’s heavy and perfect. His hair smells like him, and that’s perfect too.

The only thing that isn't perfect is the whirr of my racing mind. I have questions, and lots of them. "What's happening, Sev? Why now? What's changed?"

I'm not sure I mean to say it aloud, but I do. I'm so stripped back and raw, I don't think I could hide anything from him if I wanted to.

He doesn't move except to reach a little deeper inside me.

"Oh, Tee." He sighs like a weight is being lifted from him before speaking again.

"I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't be around you and not touch you.

I just couldn't. All this time I've been trying not to hurt Nate, but you cried the other night, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

I didn't know how much this thing between us was hurting you.

I've never been able to stand by and let anyone hurt you.

And I can't, I just can't be the one that hurts you. Not ever. Not one more time."

His breathing gradually slows. His fingers still hold me open.

I’m so sensitive and so spent and so unspeakably horny that I’m hardly able to contain it.

I try to lie still, but I find it impossible.

The only thing that seems to make sense or soothe me is to rock my hips and ask Sev repeatedly if he’s hard yet .

After seventeen long lifetimes—which is probably more like five minutes, for people who aren’t currently having their fucked-out asses forcibly held open—I feel the clear, unmistakable pressure of an erection against my hip.

I reach for it, taking the sinewy goodness in my hand and stroking it to full hardness as I plead with him to get back inside me.

I’m so sensitive that it takes everything I have not to scream when he enters me. His thick, bulbous head grazes my gland and sends me back into space.

“I have a full tank,” he says, leaning down to stamp a sweet kiss on my lips. “I’m not going to be able to nut again for a really long time, so you can stop me when you’ve had enough.”

“I won’t have enough,” I gurgle, head lolling back. “Won’t ever…ever have enough.”

“I mean it, Tee. Stop me if you need to.”

“No stopping. Not ever,” I slur. “Fuck me forever.”