Page 71 of Tempting Frey
Oliver jerked up. The pressure vanished, and my cock smacked against my stomach.
“That wasn’t supposed to hurt,” he said, eyes wide with surprise.
Shit. I was an oaf. He’d only just recovered! This would be his actual first time taking my cock. For real.
“Why does it hurt? I like it when I feel a twinge deep inside, but this came from my rim. It’s not supposed to feel like that.” My baby sounded upset.
I hugged him to me and stood, supporting him under his ass. I carried him to the bedroom.
“It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”
“But the recovery should be over. I’m not sore, I swear.”
I sat on the bed with him in my lap and gently rolled him onto the mattress. Leaning over him, I cupped his jaw.
“Do you want me, Oliver?”
His eyes glistened. “I crave you so much I could weep, Teddy.”
“Then it’ll work. We just have to be patient.”
He spread his legs, heels on the edge of the bed. “Okay. Try again. I’ll breathe through it.”
“Not like that, baby.”
“But we’re mates. This should be as easy as breathing. I want your cock, Teddy.”
My sweetheart pouted, and I almost laughed at his expression. Almost.
I lowered my voice. “How about… you imagine it’s your first time?”
His pale brows furrowed.
“And I’m too big for you,” I whispered. “I’ll have to coax you open, my little virgin. I’ll have to be tender and patient with you.”
I’d only echoed back his own words—his fantasy from long ago. When he realized, his face lit up.
“I want you so much, Teddy,” he breathed.
I kissed him, stroking his tongue with mine.
He broke the kiss to whisper, “I want you to be my first.”
It was eerie how easily he fell into the role. We’d be doing this again, I could tell.
“If I take you, then you’ll be only mine. Forever.”
Oliver ran a shaky hand along my erection. “It feels so big. I’m a little afraid.” Then he nibbled on his lower lip, eyes flashing with mischief.
Oh God. I’ve unleashed a monster, haven’t I?
“Will it hurt, Teddy?” he asked, sounding meek and timid.
“Only at first. Then it’ll feel so, so good,” I crooned. “I promise.”
“Okay. But go slow.”
“Very slow. Now scoot up the bed and spread your legs, baby.”
