Page 32 of Single Teddy (Mayberry Protectors #6)

TWENTY-SIX

WESLEY

W aking up next to Teddy was nothing short of magical. Waking up in his arms was a whole other level above that.

When we went to bed, I really thought I’d regret sleeping over the morning after seeing as I had to go over to my house, shower and change, and make my way to school.

But when I opened my eyes and Teddy was there, looking at me with the bright, beautiful ocean of his eyes, everything else ceased to matter. Just him, me, and our united lips.

“Good morning,” I said, and did just that. Brought my lips to his, morning breath be damned.

“Morning, baby,” he croaked, and I chuckled.

“How long have you been up?”

He shrugged.

“A couple of hours.”

That woke me right up. I sat up in bed and checked my phone. It was six in the morning.

“Damn, you barely slept,” I said. “Was I snoring?”

He shook his head, and I sighed in relief.

“Then what?”

He smiled.

“It’s nothing,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes and poked further.

“Fine. I’m just not used to sharing a bed.”

“Oh, I’m?—”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” he chuckled. “It’ll just take me a while to get used to. I’d rather get little sleep and hold you in my arms than sleep well without you.”

I couldn’t help but coo at him.

“I’m still sorry.” I kissed him again.

“I know you are. That’s why I lo—like you,” he answered and ran his hand through my hair.

I bit my tongue because I’d heard it. Even though he didn’t say it, I heard it.

It was too soon for him to say that. Way too soon considering how long we’d been together, which was fuck-all in the grand scheme of things.

Even though I would kill to hear him say it.

I wanted to say it too, but it was too soon.

So it was better to feel it even if we couldn’t quite vocalize it yet.

“I like you too,” I said, hugging him back and breathing his scent in.

Not the cologne or deodorant he liked to use. The real him. The musky, manly gorgeous smell he exuded.

My cock jolted without my consent, and I let out a soft moan.

“Are you okay?” he asked and let go of me so he could look me in the eyes.

I nodded.

“What was that for?” he asked, holding me by the jaw and teasing me with his lips.

I shook my head, and he raised an eyebrow. Since he insisted, I took his free hand and placed it on my crotch so he could feel the effect he had on me.

“Oh,” he smirked. “Morning glory?”

I chuckled.

“Morning Teddy,” I corrected him, and he licked his lips.

“Well, then, Teddy is on the case,” he whispered and brushed his lips over mine before he descended to my lap and pulled at my underwear to look at the present underneath. “Hello, cutie-pie,” he said to my cock and covered me with his mouth, taking my breath away.

“Fuck,” I whispered and put my hand on top of his head and the other behind my back to give him more space to work with.

He wrapped his fingers around my length and stroked me, my cockhead trapped between his lips and subject to his swirling tongue that teased my slit over and over again, making everything around me spin.

I pressed on his head to guide myself deeper, and he obliged. I throbbed in his mouth. And his fingers never stopped working, running up and down whatever length was left exposed.

The more he worked me, the deeper he took me, until I gasped and I had to physically gag myself to stop from making any inappropriate noises.

I leaned back, pulling the sheet over my belly and I focused on my breathing and not the explosion of sensations happening inside me.

Teddy stopped for a moment, looked up at me, then pulled the sheet free and ran both his hands over my stomach as if he loved the extra fat.

I tried to cover up again, but he did the same thing.

“Hands off my merchandise,” he finally said after a couple more tries, and I laughed.

“Oh, I’m your merchandise now?” I said and I gasped as he took all of me into his mouth, causing my entire body to shiver.

“Yes. Is that a problem?” he asked, and when I shook my head, he smiled and returned to the task at hand.

He got into a rhythm and his hands never stopped squeezing, kneading, massaging my belly, even reaching up to give my chest a squeeze.

But it didn’t feel…like a fetish. It felt like a need. I had no idea how I could tell, but it did.

No, actually, scratch that. I knew how I could tell.

It was because he didn’t spend half the time staring at the body parts he was squeezing.

He wasn’t sucking me with his eyes open and finding a new fat part to pinch.

He simply seemed to be lost in the act and my body, and that felt different.

It felt good. And after a while, I stopped trying to cover up.

After a while, I focused on the blowjob too.

I crossed my legs over his neck, and he hummed in pleasure.

The hum reverberated to my taint, all the way up my body, making my eyes roll back.

With my cock buried down his throat, he pushed his tongue against my length, and that sent me spiraling.

“I’m gonna come,” I whispered.

He opened his eyes, and they seemed to shine brighter as if he were encouraging me to let go.

I uncrossed my legs and cupped half his face instead, then with my free hand, I grabbed his head and pushed him, bucking my hips at the same time in an attempt to drive myself deeper.

I kept going and so did he until I felt the pit of my stomach sink and my breath hitch, and I unloaded down his throat.

After the second thrust, I had to use both hands to gag myself, and I watched Teddy pull me out of his mouth and tease my leaky slit with his tongue. As soon as another drop of cum appeared, he lapped it up as if it was his favorite sustenance, and I sighed a little louder.

“You taste so good,” he said after another few moments where I tried to recompose myself.

“And you are a dangerous man, Teddy Olson,” I answered as he climbed up to me and kissed my stomach, my sternum, my neck, then finally my lips.

“Dangerous how?”

“You can drive a man to the edge,” I said.

“I thought that was the point.”

I laughed.

“Not with a kid next door.”

Teddy rolled his eyes.

“The door is locked, and he sleeps like an elephant.”

I let out a long sigh and relaxed a little.

“Okay then. Your turn,” I said.

He chuckled and stopped my hand from going between his legs.

“I’m okay. It’s time to get up anyway.”

“Oh,” I said, and he grinned.

“What’s with the pout?”

Was I pouting? I touched my face, but naturally, it wasn’t easy to tell by feel alone.

“I wanted to beat you off too. It’s only fair.”

“If you really, really want to. But you have to be quick about it. We still need to get you in the shower.”

“Oh, do we now?”

“Of course. You stink!”

I gasped. “Hey!” I said and squeezed my hand around his cock and balls. He hissed.

“I’m just kidding. Stop. Mercy. Mercy. Please.”

“There’s no mercy for nasty boys like you,” I told him and glanced at the pillow next to me. “Lie down. You need to be punished.”

The way he sank into the bed next to me in a flash told me all I needed to know about him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be blown too, which would be worrying for my confidence and blowjob skills. He really was time-conscious. So a quickie it would be.

“Okay, Mr. Olson. Brace yourself for the quickest orgasm you’ve ever experienced.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“If it is, it’s accepted.” I smirked and got into position.

His gloriously thick cock greeted me with a slit-wink and a ton of precum, and I wasted no time lapping it all up.

“You taste good too,” I told him and moved on to swallowing his length, which was a lot harder for me considering how much smaller I was in comparison.

But I didn’t let that deter me. I put my hand to work too, and half sucking him, half jerking him, I got the same result.

He was so good at keeping quiet that I only realized he was coming down my throat because he gasped. And because his load warmed my throat, of course. I opened my eyes and watched his face contort this way and that, yet he still didn’t look ugly.

Fucking hell. What would it take for this guy to look a tiny bit unattractive?

I was about to pull him out of my mouth when another wave of cum shot down my throat, taking me by surprise.

“Fuck,” he whispered after a moment, and I finally let go of him, only to catch a few more drops with my tongue.

He tasted so good I could have him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner without complaint.

“Jeez. Have you been saving yourself for me?” I asked when his slit finally gave up and I felt as if I’d consumed about a gallon of his essence.

“Yeah. Well, no, but kind of. I told you. I don’t really jerk off. It’s boring,” he said, and I laughed.

“So this was boring to you?”

“Not when I have company.”

I laughed again.

“All right. There was a promise of a shower or something?”

“There sure was,” he answered. He handed me a towel to cover up and led me to the bathroom.

Only he didn’t stay inside.

“Bear will wake up soon,” he said, and I nodded, disappointed.

I really wouldn’t have minded a repeat in the shower. But I understood. He had responsibilities. And I had a job to do.

After I got out, Teddy was next, and as if on cue, Bear woke up as his uncle came out of the shower, so Bear went next while I worked on breakfast.

Which was a bowl of cereal for all of us since there wasn’t much else to work with.

“Did you sleep here, Mr. Crawford?” Bear asked me, crunching on his cereal.

“You can call me Mr. Wesley, Bear,” I said. “And yes, I did. Is that okay?”

Bear nodded.

“Did you sleep in Uncle Teddy’s bed?”

I glanced at Teddy, who gave me an awkward smile, and I turned to Bear.

“Yes, your uncle was kind enough to let me share his bed,” I said.

Bear took another spoonful and then said, “That makes sense. It’s a big bed.”

I had to fight with myself not to laugh because wasn’t that the cutest thing ever?

“Okay, finish up. We need to drive Wesley home so he can get changed,” Teddy said, and Bear took another couple of mouthfuls before he announced he was done.

“What about Sassy and Blue?”

“What about them?” Teddy asked and turned to them.

They were standing next to each other, looking up at Bear with big, pleading eyes that could make anyone melt.

“Can I take them to school?”

“I’m afraid not. Pets are not allowed in school,” Teddy said and turned to me for confirmation.

“Unfortunately not,” I agreed.

“So are we going to leave them alone?”

He seemed on the verge of panic, so I reached for his tiny hand and gave it a squeeze.

“It’s going to be okay, Bear. Cats are very independent creatures. They can look after themselves. Unlike dogs, they don’t need humans hanging over their heads all day long.”

“Oh,” Bear said with a sad face. “But they’re babies.”

“Even babies can look after themselves. If they couldn’t, they’d still be with their mom. Animals, unlike humans, are more or less ready to face the world as soon as they’re done drinking their mom’s milk. Humans take a lot longer.”

Bear nodded as if understanding, but I had no idea if he was making the connections between him, the cats, and what I was trying to say to him in the kindest way possible.

That he should have never had to look after himself at such a young age.

“Okay. Are you sure they’re going to be okay?” he asked me.

“I promise,” I said.

He nodded and spent the rest of his time saying goodbye to the kitties, and by the time we were ready to go, even the kittens had had enough of the non-stop cuddles as they ran away, chasing each other.

“See? I told you they’re independent,” I told Bear, and we left the apartment.

Teddy dropped me off at home and I quickly watered my plants, changed clothes, applied a generous amount of my homemade lavender perfume, and took my car to work.

As soon as I parked up, Teddy came out of his own car and walked Bear and me to the school gate before bidding us both goodbye.

When we got to class, I kneeled down to Bear’s level and told him to keep last night a secret, so the other kids wouldn’t be jealous that I slept over.

He told me Uncle Teddy had said the same thing.

Not gonna lie. Teddy and I made a good team.

Agh. Snap out of it, Wesley. You and Teddy are not a team. You’re barely even dating.

I sighed and returned to my desk as my other students arrived, including Niko and Valentin.

They waved at me and dragged their bags to their desks, but I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Had they lost weight since Friday? They looked so skinny. It was a thought I couldn’t shake for the rest of the day, and finally, at recess, I pulled them aside and asked them if everything was okay at home.

“Everything’s okay,” Niko said, but I could tell there was something they weren’t telling me, either because they were afraid or because they wanted to protect me.

“Okay. If you’re sure. I’ve got some snacks to take home if you want,” I told them, and they both helped themselves to some sweets and croissants before they returned outside.

I went back to the classroom, grabbed my phone, and called Teddy.

“Miss me already?” he answered straight away.

“Of course,” I said, unable to help the smile on my face. “I always miss your silly face.”

“Silly? Who did you call silly?”

I laughed.

“Listen, I don’t have much time. Have you checked with Slade what happened with that phone I copied? Any news? I don’t think the kids are having a good time. They look so skinny. I don’t know if they’re eating at home.”

His tone turned serious when he spoke next. And that was why I liked him. He knew when it was time to play and when it was time for business.

“I’ll call him now.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“I beg to differ.”

He didn’t say anything else, but I could tell he wanted to. I did also. But it was too soon.

I had to keep reminding myself. It was way too soon.

I couldn’t let myself fall in love so hard so quickly. Only disaster awaited anyone who fell so hard so quickly. And I was already dealing with one too many disasters.