Page 27 of Single Teddy
If we were going to do this, we were going to do it properly.
A man like Teddy deserved to be savored all the way. Even if only in my imagination.
I slicked my fingers, pressed them against my taint, slid them down to my ring of muscle, and let out a groan.
My eyes rolled back as I pushed a finger inside me, then two. I didn’t care to prep or stretch myself. I just wanted to be fucked by the image of Teddy and my trusted seven-inch vibrator.
I grabbed it and shoved it between my legs as the blood rushed to my head and cock. I turned the vibration on and pushed the tip against my oiled, tight muscle.
The combination of the buzz and penetration made me twitch and my toes curl. I closed my eyes again, the image of Teddy ready to dominate and fill me to the brim.
As I slid the toy in and out of me and played with all the different vibration settings, my cock softened, but I was more turned on than ever before.
Teddy kneeled on the floor before me and unzipped me, taking my cock in his mouth, and I moaned, pushing the dildo all the way up my ass, choking on my own saliva and need.
I did it again and again as the image of Dream Man pulled me up, sprawled me across my desk, and went to town on my ass with his tongue.
Then he buried himself deep inside and slammed his hips against my plump ass cheeks with rigor and determination.
He came inside me. He came in my mouth. He came on my chest. He came into every inch of my body, and I kept going until even the base of the dildo was swallowed by my hungry hole and my cock hardened once more.
“Fuuuck!” I shouted, feeling so good that I no longer had to keep my play time quiet.
Gosh, it was good living alone.
If only for those wild fantasies to feel more real.
I pushed the dildo out, and just as I was about to reinsert it, the charge gave out, which was just as well. I turned my attention to my cock, desperate for release.
I sat up in bed, keeping the dildo inside my hole, and stroked myself all the way to heaven until desire pooled in the pit of my stomach and exploded all over my sheets.
Even as I stained my bed with copious amounts of cum I stayed hard, gasping for air and feeling all spent from milking my prostate dry.
And just as I should be casting away any fantasies and tucking myself into bed, Teddy appeared in front of my bed, naked and hard, opened my legs, and climbed between them, sliding himself back inside me.
He kissed my forehead and nose, and then his face twisted, and he came all up inside me again. Then he lay beside me, took me in his arms, and with the visual of his cum pooling out of my ass, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Laundry could wait until tomorrow. For now, I was his.
I took a mug out of my cabinet and turned on my espresso machine.
It whirred to life, its loud thrum reverberating through my bones, giving me flashes of my self-loving time last night. Not that I’d been able to forget it all morning. If the dried cum-stained sheets weren’t a reminder, the pain in my ass was, but I didn’t mind. It felt like I’d been pounded like a good boy by the hottest man on this planet, and I’d take that kind of pain every day if I could.
I stretched my back as my cup filled with liquid gold and once I downed it I retreated to my living room, where my yoga mat was waiting for me.
I did thirty minutes of my morning workout and then checked all the plants, both inside and outside the house, to make sure they were all still alive—and to my surprise, they all were—and then sat at the dining table with my school work.
I needed to make lesson plans for the week and write my notes on each kid. This change to a different grade had been so last minute it had me all scrambled and I was still trying to catch up but hopefully I would stay in this grade next year and I could reuse all the hard work I was putting into lessons now.
After a top-up on another coffee and a little lunch break, I opened the attendance record and reviewed it.
When I came across two names, I picked up my pen and added another thing to my to-do list.
I needed to catch up with Valentin and Niko’s parents. They’d been late twice this week, and school had just started. Plus, they’d only handed in half, if that, of their homework.
“Anyway.” I sighed and finished my notes, then put away all the paperwork. I filled my water bottle and cozied up on the couch with one of my plant books and my plant notebook.
I was still new to this green-thumbed side of me and I had so much to learn if I was going to keep all my babies alive.
