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This wasn’t happening.
Surely, I was dreaming.
Maybe Barneshadattacked me and this was simply my unconscious, hallucinatory, comforting escape.
Yeah. That was the only logical explanation because…no way Teddy Olson was kissing me.
And not just kissing me. Grinding against me with his very erect Teddy Junior.
So, since this wasn’t real and I had no idea how long it would last, I did the only thing I could. I pinned him against the door and kissed his plump lips again while my hands explored the rest of his body.
He was sensational. Every inch of him was pure perfection, made of muscle and marble like those ancient Greek statues that were ridiculously high definition. From his pecs to his sides and,oh boy, even his butt, I was immediately addicted to touching him.
And he was still dressed.
He moaned into my mouth, and that made me harder and more desperate for him, which was why I pulled away to look at him.
“Drinks…upstairs,” was all I managed, and dragged him to the staircase.
He didn’t object. If anything, he stared at me with fire in his eyes, mouth agape, and followed me all the way into my bedroom as if I were his guiding light.
I took him by the hand and sat him on my bed so I could worship his body. I bowed down, reuniting our lips, found the hem of his T-shirt with my fingers, and pulled his shirt off. It gave him bed hair, and even though he looked scorching hot, I patted it down before I got on my knees and started on his pants.
Before I could, though, he put his fingers under my chin, raised my head, and lifted me back to my feet. I was confused. I didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he’d changed his mind.
His hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started lifting it up, and it was then that I realized he was trying to strip me naked too. And not only that, but the way I was positioned, standing between his legs, I was in a prime spot for being watched in…all my glory.
Instinct told me to cover myself, to stop him from doing that, but after a moment’s hesitation, I bit my lip and dropped my hands, submitting.
If he had a problem with my body, my weight, or my love handles, then this wasn’t going to work anyway, so I might as well get that over and done with.
I braced myself for the wavering expression of disinterest, for the look of disgust, a sign of rejection, anything, but he simply put his hands on each side of my shirt and pulled it apart. The sound of tearing fabric and buttons flying everywhere cut through me with a hot jolt that made me gasp.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’ve…always wanted to do that. I’ll buy you a new one!” he said and slid his hands up my belly, over my hairy chest, and then squeezed me, biting his lip.
“Screw the shirt,” I told him. “That was hot.”
He smirked, pulled me to him with a tug, and rested his chin on top of my stomach, wrapping his hands around my waist.
“I know something else that’s hot,” he said, and he didn’t miss a beat when he slid both hands down to my ass and gave me a squeeze, eliciting a moan out of me without my permission.
He smirked again. As if he took pleasure in causing this reaction in me. The thought alone made my cock harder, and I was desperate for release from all the fabric trapping me.
As if he could read my mind, he brought his hands back around the front and worked on my belt, then my buttons and zipper, and pulled my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, causing my dick to dangle right in front of his face.
“Fuck!” he groaned and wrapped his hand around me so quickly I froze and held my breath as new, warm sensations overwhelmed my body.
Teddy looked up at me and opened his mouth. There was no teasing, no playfulness, no warning. He wrapped his mouth around me and bobbed his head up and down.
Fuck. He really hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was a rookie at this. Not that it mattered. He was way too hot and eager for me to be defeated.
No. I just embraced the feeling, the image, the sensations of being blown by literally the hottest fucking man ever. I begged for this dream to last forever.
The more he sucked my cock, the more comfortable he got until he sent his hands to roam around my body again, squeezing my ass, caressing my back, my front. If anything, the more he went on, the more I acted like an amateur, seemingly frozen in time, unable to move or speak or act for fear of shattering this illusion.
“Stop,” I said after a few minutes when I’d had enough and reality was coming right back to me.
“What is it? Did…did I do something wrong?” He looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes, and my chest tightened. I couldn’t help the smile on my face. He was too cute.
