Page 27 of Single Teddy (Mayberry Protectors #6)

“What happened to slow?” he asked, also out of breath and strained.

“Oops,” I smirked, and he burst out laughing.

But I moved my hips at the same time, and his laugh turned into an earth-shattering moan.

“You’re playing dirty, Mr. Crawford.”

I put my fingers on his lips and shook my head.

“Please don’t call me that. It’s too weird,” I said and chuckled.

“Okay,” he mumbled and bit my fingers. “Okay, Wesley.”

“Much better,” I said and started bouncing on him again.

I did it again and again, catching my breath in intervals, and I could tell how much closer to release I brought him with each round.

It was around the fifth—or was it the sixth?—round when something convulsed at the pit of my stomach, and the more I went on, the bigger it grew within me until it burst inside and I gasped for air as a wave of pleasure crawled through every square inch of my body.

I dropped on top of Teddy and breathed slow and hard, and he watched me, biting his lips and studying me like a work of art.

“You came before me. Not fair,” he said.

I sighed and looked down at my cock. It was still soft and dry as anything.

“I can come again.” I shrugged.

“What witchcraft is this? I need to know.”

I laughed.

“That…I think…was a prostate orgasm and you have the honor of being the first to make me experience it.”

He grinned.

“So I took your prostate orgasm virginity.”

I raised an eyebrow and bowed to lick his lips.

“Do you like that?”

He nodded.

“Why don’t you try and do it again. And don’t you dare come before you achieve it.”

His brows furrowed, but I patted his cheek and watched him as he took over fucking me fast and hard in short spells.

I kissed him deeply and passionately, and when his body spasmed and he moaned in my mouth, I felt it to my very root.

I pulled away from our kiss and memorized his O- face because I didn’t know if or when I’d see it again.

Of course the fucker was gorgeous when he was coming too.

“If only I could feel your cum inside me,” I sighed, and Teddy collapsed on the pillow with a heavy breath.

“Maybe next time,” he said.

“There’s going to be a next time?” I raised an eyebrow and untangled myself from his body so I could lie next to him. My body immediately missed his warmth.

“I’m just as surprised as you,” he said and wasted no time. He turned to his side and closed his fingers around my soft cock, tugging. “But yeah. I want to do this again. If you do.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but he jerked me faster, and my cock became harder in his hand, taking my breath away. I was already dangerously close to release, and he wasn’t helping the situation.

Not that I think he wanted to help the situation.

“Hells…yes,” I groaned, and he smirked.

“Good…now join me, Wesley. Come for me like I came for you. Can you do that? Hm? Can you do that, Wesley?”

I didn’t need to confirm. I clenched my ass cheeks, gasped, and answered him by coming all over his hand, giving a brand-new definition to sticky fingers.

“That’s my Wesley,” he hummed, and I twitched.

His Wesley.

God, why did that make my orgasm all the more powerful?

“Fuck!” I whimpered.

Teddy kept jerking me off and leaned in to claim my lips again until I managed to find some semblance of my senses when he released me and wrapped his arms around me.

I lay in his arms for god knew how long before I pulled back to stretch my aching body, and I caught him taking all of me in with no shame.

“Let me get a towel for that.” I pointed at his fingers and got up to wet a towel with warm water before I returned and cleaned him up.

“What did you mean you’re just as surprised?” I asked him while focusing on the task.

“Huh?” he asked, and I looked up at him.

“Earlier, you said you’re just as surprised that you want this again…”

“Oh. Um…nothing.” He licked his bottom lip and pressed his mouth from side to side.

“What is it? You can tell me. If you want. I won’t judge.”

He stopped and refilled his lungs before he looked at me again.

“I was never really into…”

“Guys?”

He shook his head.

“No. It’s not that. It’s…sex. I was never really into it.”

I paused and waited for him to continue.

“I don’t know, whenever I’d date someone, my mind never really went to sex.

I was more interested in getting to know them.

And whenever I dated women, they got…frustrated.

I’d push myself to have sex because I knew that’s what they wanted, but…

I don’t know. I thought I was broken. I guess I was gay all along. ”

I put the cloth down and took both his hands in mine.

“Hey. You’re not broken. And just because you had sex with a guy?—”

“A hot as fuck guy,” he corrected, and yeah, it was cheesy, but it did make me smile.

“Well, that doesn’t make you gay. Maybe you’re bi. Or pan. Or just queer. And maybe you’re asexual and that’s why you weren’t interested in sex with them.”

He huffed.

“Asexual, huh? But…how do you explain this?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t really.

“Well, asexuality is a spectrum. I can’t answer that for you.”

Teddy took a deep breath and then pulled me back into his arms.

“In the meantime, can we keep doing this? For research purposes, of course.”

I laughed.

The sane, professional thing to do was say no.

But the post-orgasmic Wesley couldn’t think of boundaries and ethics right now.

“I guess, if it’s for science,” I said.