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THIRTY-THREE

TEDDY

H aving a boyfriend is pretty freaking awesome. I have someone to text with all the time, getting sex on the regular is the best thing ever, and cuddles are life changing. He doesn’t make fun of me in a mean way, explores sexy things with me, and he loves hockey as much as I do. There’s really no down side to this.

Except him being on the other side of the city.

And Tobi not knowing.

This sex stuff is a huge perk though. Getting to know what your partner likes and how to get them going is basically magic. Probably black magic. That’s the one people think is bad, I think. Especially when women do it?

Sexuality makes you powerful.

Intimacy gives you confidence and comfort.

It’s a little like drugs.

Games and classes are keeping us busy, but the only thing I can focus on is Rhys’ dick. And his mouth. And his hands. And just like all of him.

Double Stuffed: ? is ur roommate gone yet

I haven’t seen Rhys in a week. Between our hockey schedules, our classes, and damn Tobi’s schedule, we can’t seem to get together. He’s been more annoying than usual, like sitting in the common areas where he can see the door. But we’ve finally managed to find a few hours and if I don’t get it, I will rampage like Godzilla through Tokyo. After spending most of break with him, I got used to it and now I’m desperate for him.

We both got our test results back right after school started again. I want to fuck with no condom this time. So bad. He hasn’t said he wants it too but I’m hoping he does.

I even prepped and found some device thing that you can use to squirt lube up there. I didn’t realize how slick that would make my crack though. I’m afraid to sit down. My cheeks sliding together when I walk is fucking weird.

Not The Enemy: Impatient much?

Double Stuffed: ive been hard for hours

That’s a bit of an overreaction. It’s so fucking cold out here, not even my cock is willing to be out in it.

Not The Enemy: That can’t be good for your circulatory system

Double Stuffed: BOYFRIEND

Not The Enemy: Yes?

Double Stuffed: is he gone yet or no

Not The Enemy: He’s been gone like 20 minutes

Double Stuffed: ? and ur just now telling me

Double Stuffed: ill be there in like 10

Not The Enemy: Where are you coming from?

Double Stuffed: dont worry bout it

I hustle down the street, attempting not to freeze to death in this stupid cold. My puffer jacket is keeping my torso warm, but the rest of me is fucked.

Rhys is standing inside when I get there, and he opens the door for me quickly.

“Where were you holed up?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

He pushes the elevator button and lifts an eyebrow at me. “That tells me I should be worried about it.”

“No. It doesn’t.”

“Teddy…”

The doors open and we step inside alone. He pushes the number for his floor and the doors close. Once we’re safely inside, I push him against the wall and bury my nose against his throat and grind against his hip.

“Jesus! Your nose is ice!”

“So’s my dick, warm it up.”

“How long were you outside?”

I groan and step back when I hear the ding of our floor. “Too long? Not long enough? I don’t know.”

Rhys gets us inside and I wrap myself around him, kissing everything I can reach, as he leads us to his room. At this point, I don’t care where I get to come as long as it’s not outside.

“You’re adorable when you’re needy.”

“Yeah?” I pull on his shirt and he hisses at the temperature of my hands. “Warm me up.”

“Seriously, you’re freezing. Strip and get under the blanket.” The tone of his voice means there’s no point in arguing with him, but I moan about it anyway.

“You too. I’m not getting in there alone.” But I drop my jacket and start pulling off my clothes.

“Obviously. How am I supposed to share my body heat with you if I’m not with you?”

Thank fuck.

Once I’m naked, I dive under the blanket and he’s not far behind me. We lay on our sides, and I don’t let him have a breath of space.

“Fuck!” he shrieks and arches away from my hands. “You grew up here, how do you not know how to stay warm?”

My fingers ache with the cold and his back is almost hot in comparison, but it feels so good. I shove my face in his neck again and sigh at the scent of his skin. I push my knee between his and he hooks his thigh over my hip. Neither of us is hard, and that’s fine. There’s a comfort I didn’t know existed in just being together, skin to skin. My body has to warm up for a minute before there’s enough blood flow for my dick to do anything anyway, but it’s mean he’s not turned on at the mere sight of me.

“Why aren’t you hard?” I grumble, because rude. I’m literally naked right now and wrapped around him.

“Because you might be on the verge of hypothermia and it’s not really my kink?”

“It’s not that bad.” I can’t feel my toes, but I’m sure that’s fine. He’s holding me, his skin is against mine, but he’s not touching me. “Rhys,” I whine. “Rub me.”

He chuckles and I can feel it under my cheek.

“Rub you?”

“Yes, rub me.” I drag my lips across his throat and grip his ass to pull him harder against me. “Touch me.”

“My entire body is touching you.”

I growl in frustration. “You know what I mean!”

One hand slides into my hair, making me shudder. “You gave my hairs hard-ons.”

“I…what?”

I lift my arm to show him the hairs standing up. “See?”

“Goosebumps. Those are goosebumps, baby.”

I pull my face away from his neck and look at him to see if he’s fucking with me. “What do gooses have to do with hair boners?”

“Hair boners?”

I lift my arm in front of his face again. “My hair is standing up. They are erect. So they are boners.”

“No one calls them that. Literally no one. Not a single person.”

“I’m not a single person. I’m a taken person. Taken persons say it. Cause I say it.”

Rhys cups my face with a smile tugging on his lips and kisses me. I sigh into it. Needing every part of him connected to me. With feeling and warmth coming back into my fingers and toes, my body is waking up.

Rearranging our legs, I wrap my leg around his hip and roll us so he’s on top of me. Settled between my thighs and our cocks brushing each other.

“Did you want something, Teddy Bear?” Rhys bites my lower lip and grinds against me.

“I need you to own me again.” I cup his ass again and use my legs to push up against him. He groans into our kiss and it’s my turn to smile. “Please.”

“Let me grab condoms.” He starts to pull away, but I tighten around him more.

“You don’t need them.”

Rhys’ eyes snap to mine. “What do you mean?”

I can feel my cheeks heat and now I can’t tell if he’ll be turned on or not. Shit. Was this a good idea?

“Teddy? What do you mean?” He looks down my body as if he read it on my skin or something.

“I—uh—shit.” I cover my face with my arm. Why is this so hard to say out loud? It’s stupid.

Rhys puts his hand on my chest and caresses me softly. “What’s going on, baby?”

With my face hidden in my elbow, I blurt the words out. “I don’t want to use them if that’s okay? If you want to use them that’s okay, we can, I won’t be mad or anything but if you’re okay not using them, I want to try that. We got tes?—”

Rhys’ lips stop my rambling and he pins the arm I was using as a shield to the bed. Fuck that feels good. I gasp when he rolls his hips, and he takes advantage to fuck his tongue into my mouth.

“I would love to fuck you raw. To see my cum leaking out of your hole.” He shudders and it’s my turn to grin at him.

“Yes, please. Do that.”

“That’s my dirty boy.” Rhys smirks and nips at my bottom lip. “We need lube. Hang on.”

With my free hand, I grab his arm to stop him from moving.

Rhys cocks his eyebrow at me. “Teddy Bear?”

My face heats as the next words fall from my mouth. “I might have maybe prepped?” I roll my lips between my teeth and wait for his reaction.

Rhys has gone very still, except his cock, which twitches against me. “You prepped?”

I nod my head quickly.

He sits back on his knees and drags his eyes down my body. With his eyes on mine, he lifts my knee and slides his hand between my cheeks to my hole. He groans when he finds it slick, and my cheeks heat again.

“Fuck that’s hot.” He pushes two fingers in. I moan and spread my other leg to give him better access. The infuriating man teases me open too slowly. Taking his damn time and driving me to desperation until I’m panting and begging him to fuck me.

Rhys shifts closer, pressing his tip against my now loose hole. “You want to be bred, baby? Nothing between us?”

A shiver zings up my spine and I almost yell, “Yes!”

He sinks into me with one thrust with a guttural groan and leans over me. “Such a hungry hole.” That raspy tone makes me tingle.

“Only for you.”

“You’re mine.”

Rhys rolls his ass, grinding deeper into me before pulling out and sinking back in. Long, deep, toe-curling thrusts. Over and over like he’s savoring me. I fucking love it. The way he’s using my body to make himself feel good. The way we’re connected with no barrier between us.

It feels so fucking good, but I want more, need more.

“Please,” I whimper, arching into him and gripping his hips. “Faster.”

The look that crosses his face is almost enough to make me come. His blue eyes blow into dark pupils and he’s fucking into me. Deep, fast strokes that break my brain and make my body tremble.

Wrapping my hand around my dick, I jack off, fast and furious.

It’s not long before my muscles tighten and I’m coming with a hoarse cry and a tidal wave of pleasure. Rhys groans above me. His fingers dig into my skin and his smooth pace slips. His cock thickens and twitches then I’m filled with a warmth I haven’t felt before.

Fuck. I drop my arm over my face and pant.

“No more condoms. Never again.”

Rhys leans his forehead against my chest and his chuckle is husky. “They come in handy sometimes. Like when you don’t have time for cleanup.” He kisses my pec, and I hear his contented sigh. “But filling you with my cum was so much better.”

We lay there for a minute, just existing in this moment. It’s so clear to me that I love him. That post nut clarity is clarifying.

It’s not like.

It’s not lust.

It’s love.

It has to be.

Nothing else makes sense.

But now what do I do with that?