Page 26 of Single Teddy (Mayberry Protectors #6)

TWENTY-TWO

WESLEY

T his wasn’t happening.

Surely, I was dreaming.

Maybe Barnes had attacked me and this was simply my unconscious, hallucinatory, comforting escape.

Yeah. That was the only logical explanation because…no way Teddy Olson was kissing me.

And not just kissing me. Grinding against me with his very erect Teddy Junior.

So, since this wasn’t real and I had no idea how long it would last, I did the only thing I could. I pinned him against the door and kissed his plump lips again while my hands explored the rest of his body.

He was sensational. Every inch of him was pure perfection, made of muscle and marble like those ancient Greek statues that were ridiculously high definition. From his pecs to his sides and, oh boy, even his butt, I was immediately addicted to touching him.

And he was still dressed.

He moaned into my mouth, and that made me harder and more desperate for him, which was why I pulled away to look at him.

“Drinks…upstairs,” was all I managed, and dragged him to the staircase.

He didn’t object. If anything, he stared at me with fire in his eyes, mouth agape, and followed me all the way into my bedroom as if I were his guiding light.

I took him by the hand and sat him on my bed so I could worship his body.

I bowed down, reuniting our lips, found the hem of his T-shirt with my fingers, and pulled his shirt off.

It gave him bed hair, and even though he looked scorching hot, I patted it down before I got on my knees and started on his pants.

Before I could, though, he put his fingers under my chin, raised my head, and lifted me back to my feet. I was confused. I didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he’d changed his mind.

His hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started lifting it up, and it was then that I realized he was trying to strip me naked too. And not only that, but the way I was positioned, standing between his legs, I was in a prime spot for being watched in…all my glory.

Instinct told me to cover myself, to stop him from doing that, but after a moment’s hesitation, I bit my lip and dropped my hands, submitting.

If he had a problem with my body, my weight, or my love handles, then this wasn’t going to work anyway, so I might as well get that over and done with.

I braced myself for the wavering expression of disinterest, for the look of disgust, a sign of rejection, anything, but he simply put his hands on each side of my shirt and pulled it apart. The sound of tearing fabric and buttons flying everywhere cut through me with a hot jolt that made me gasp.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ve…always wanted to do that. I’ll buy you a new one!” he said and slid his hands up my belly, over my hairy chest, and then squeezed me, biting his lip.

“Screw the shirt,” I told him. “That was hot.”

He smirked, pulled me to him with a tug, and rested his chin on top of my stomach, wrapping his hands around my waist.

“I know something else that’s hot,” he said, and he didn’t miss a beat when he slid both hands down to my ass and gave me a squeeze, eliciting a moan out of me without my permission.

He smirked again. As if he took pleasure in causing this reaction in me. The thought alone made my cock harder, and I was desperate for release from all the fabric trapping me.

As if he could read my mind, he brought his hands back around the front and worked on my belt, then my buttons and zipper, and pulled my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, causing my dick to dangle right in front of his face.

“Fuck!” he groaned and wrapped his hand around me so quickly I froze and held my breath as new, warm sensations overwhelmed my body.

Teddy looked up at me and opened his mouth. There was no teasing, no playfulness, no warning. He wrapped his mouth around me and bobbed his head up and down.

Fuck. He really hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was a rookie at this. Not that it mattered. He was way too hot and eager for me to be defeated.

No. I just embraced the feeling, the image, the sensations of being blown by literally the hottest fucking man ever. I begged for this dream to last forever.

The more he sucked my cock, the more comfortable he got until he sent his hands to roam around my body again, squeezing my ass, caressing my back, my front.

If anything, the more he went on, the more I acted like an amateur, seemingly frozen in time, unable to move or speak or act for fear of shattering this illusion.

“Stop,” I said after a few minutes when I’d had enough and reality was coming right back to me.

“What is it? Did…did I do something wrong?” He looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes, and my chest tightened. I couldn’t help the smile on my face. He was too cute.

“No. Of course not,” I cooed.

“You said stop,” he said.

I nodded.

“Yeah, because you’re the guest and a newbie. I should be sucking you.”

“Oh,” was all he managed as his cheeks went red. I fell to my knees to continue undressing him.

I could feel him watching me, but the minute his cock jumped out of his underwear, I swallowed a knot that immediately formed in my throat.

He was huge. And thick. And leaking.

“Oh my god,” I groaned. I caught him saying something, but as soon as I put my mouth around him, the words turned to air and gasps and disappeared into the ether.

I licked the precum off him and all but came right there and then.

He tasted so divine and so sweet, and he filled my mouth to the brim, triggering a gag reflex I didn’t know I had.

But I didn’t care. I was determined to give him the blowjob of a lifetime, so I manned up, breathed in, relaxed, and got to work trying to take him to the root.

And I would have succeeded if he hadn’t lain down in my bed and pulled me on top of him just when I was about to swallow him whole.

“Can I fuck you, please?” he begged, and if I were butter, I would have melted.

“Are you sure?” I asked him, looking him right in the eyes, and even though they were still icy blue as always, they looked on fire.

“If you want.”

He nodded.

I didn’t answer. I just took my glasses off before they got lost in the mess of things and reached for the lube and condoms in my drawer, thanking the gods I still had condoms, even though I hadn’t been sexually active since I moved into this house.

Teddy tried to take the condom from me, but we ended up putting it on him together. I sat back on him before he ran two fingers slick with lube between my ass cheeks. I stilled myself, looking into his eyes as he warmed me up for the huge show.

Moments later, he bucked his hips and pressed his cock against my hole, and I took a deep breath as he breached me.

His jaw dropped open, and we both moaned in unison as he pushed himself inside me. I panted and squeezed my eyes shut, dropping onto his chest and face, trying to relax enough because even though I used my dildos almost daily, he was bigger and thicker than any of them.

“Are you okay?” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

“Just, slow down,” I whimpered, and he pulled out enough that I didn’t hurt anymore and could breathe again.

“Sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay,” I panted. “Just…let me…”

I bit his lips, reuniting our mouths, and took control, arching my back and sitting on his cock with slow movements that felt almost lithe, breathing in when I needed to brace for his girth.

“Fuck, Teddy. You’re so big,” I moaned, and he cupped my face with apologetic eyes and a quiver in his mouth that made me swoon.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be. It’s hot. But we need to take it slow. This time,” I said as if it was guaranteed there would be a second time.

“Go as slow as you need,” he said. “I’m in no hurry. This…this feels too good to rush it.”

Fuck!

As if his being sexy and big wasn’t hot enough already, he had to be sweet and considerate too.

Yeah, this was definitely a dream. A dream I didn’t want to wake from.

I kissed him again, slipping my tongue into his mouth and getting busy with that for a minute, hoping it would relax me more down there, and it wasn’t until he groaned and it rang through my body like an earthquake that I realized I was fully sitting on him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and his eyes rolled back.

Mine would too, but I was too busy marveling at his face and the fact that he was buried deep within me.

I sat up and made circular moves with my hips as he took me from top to bottom with a hunger that only got stronger and bigger the more he watched me.

I’d been with chubby chasers and people who only saw me as a fetish to tick off their list, and I’d been with people who clearly didn’t like me but wanted a good lay. I could tell from looking at Teddy, from feeling him, from being with him, that he was neither of the two.

He didn’t see me as a piece of meat or a human Fleshlight to get off.

He was taking as much pleasure from watching me tease him with release as I took from having all of him inside me.

I’d be damned if that didn’t make me even more desperate for release, and my cock wasn’t even hard anymore.

But Teddy gave my prostate a workout like never before, and I could come from him fucking me alone.

“You feel so good,” he cried, closing his eyes for a moment, and that moment felt like ages while I was lost.

Thankfully, he opened them again, and I felt right at home. Which was a dangerous realization because it meant I wanted more of him than he could probably give me, but I couldn’t…

No, I couldn’t care about that right now.

“If only you could feel how ,” I told him and pressed both hands on his chest so that I could bounce on him.

He held on to me, on to my sides, my love handles, and I ground my hips back and forth on top of him, faster and faster, making his cock fill me like I’d never been filled and watched as his gaping mouth got bigger.

When I ran out of breath I collapsed on top of him, supporting myself with my hands on either side. I didn’t want to crush the guy, although something told me he could handle it.