Page 74 of Single Teddy
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I…I’m trying something,” was the only thing I managed to say, and this time, when I tried to kiss him, he let me.
He closed the gap between us, and our lips slotted back into each other like they were meant to be. One of his hands crawled up my chest, and the other cupped my face. The act alone drove me to deepen the kiss, to taste him.
And I wasn’t disappointed. He tasted sweet and electric, a perfect combination that shot through me like gasoline, alighting me with goosebumps.
The spark gave me life. It gave me purpose, and I used my hands to pin him closer to me. A soft, barely audible moan reverberated through him, and it shot straight to my groin, making my cock hard in an instant.
My hands dropped from his shoulder blades to the small of his back, and he whimpered, making me pulse. He guided both his hands around my neck, hugging me closer, and I reached down to cup his ass cheeks and bring him even closer to me. So close that I could feel the hardness in his pants. We ground against each other, my cock rubbing against his, and a groan climbed out of me before it could be tamed.
This was…new. And different. And so unlike me, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted his body. I wanted him. Wesley.
He pulled back for a second and stared at me with fire in his eyes and a gaping mouth that I needed on me right this second.
“W-was that what you wanted to try?” he panted, and instead of answering, I just pulled his mouth back to mine.
But moments later, reality came crashing down on me, and I let go of him, of his lips and body, in pure panic.
“I’m…I’m so sorry,” I said.
Wesley leaned against his door and caught his breath, but he never looked away from me.
“Why? Was I that bad?” he asked.
“No!” I snapped. “No. Because I…I didn’t ask?—”
Wesley grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me back to him with a confidence that had been absent moments ago, and he teased my lips with his.
“God, you’re so clueless it’s adorable,” he muttered, and I let out a big sigh.
“I am.”
I tried to kiss him again, but he put his hand to my chest and pushed back enough that we could look at each other.
“Are you even queer or is this…libido or some shit?” he asked.
My throat tightened, but not because of the question. Because I couldn’t breathe properly when I wasn’t kissing him.
“Considering I’m hard as I’ve never been and want more, I think I might be.”
He bit his lip as if assessing my answer, and I pressed my body against his, reuniting our cocks. That seemed to encourage him because the next words out of his mouth were, “Want to come in for…a drink?”
“Is drink a euphemism for sex now? I’m not up with the latest lingo.”
Wesley let out a soft moan and grabbed me by the chin.
“It is now,” he growled and dragged me into his house.
Of all the things on my Bingo card for today, this week, this month—hell, for this new life even—making love to another man wasn’t on it.
But right this moment, and all the moments leading up to it, to be honest, it was all I could think about.
“A drink sounds…fucking good,” I whispered and closed the door behind me while Wesley reclaimed my lips.
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