Page 101 of Single Teddy
“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?”
