Page 36 of Flagrant Foul
I slump against the arm of the couch as he arranges the popcorn and juice on the coffee table. He shakes out a blanket and throws it over his legs and mine before stretching out and putting his bare feet on my lap.
“Rub,” he says.
Since I don’t have two coherent thoughts to fuse together, it seems only sensible to do as I’m told. So I circle the arch of one of his feet with both hands, digging my thumbs into muscle and meat. I drag my thumbs up from his heel to the ball of his foot. He makes a low sound, a throaty rumble that sounds exactly like sex.Like slow sex. The kind of sex that stops and starts and goes on for so long that you think it won’t ever end.
His feet are a solid weight in my lap. A deep, strangely reassuring pressure across both of my thighs. They’re close to my dick. Close, but not touching, and when I think about that for too long, I start feeling extremely uneasy.
I don’t know how long I’ve been hard for, but it’s been a long time. Possibly a longer time than recommended by medical professionals.
I’m uncomfortable. My underwear is too tight, my waistband cutting into me.
Every time Teddy moans from the foot rub, a fresh spurt of precum leaks out of me.
Whatever he was watching ends. It must because he picks up the remote and starts scrolling again.
“How ’bout someHousewives?” Before I have time to respond, he continues, “You can think about whatever you like while we watch.”
The way he says it makes it seem like a good offer. A kind offer. Benevolent, even. I’m so severely delayed that I almost thank him.
“I don’t mind if you drift off either. I know you had a late night, but I want you to know that I’ll be thinking of you as I watch.” He shakes his head ruefully at himself,not me. “I do that, you know? I’ve always tried to hide things like this from you, but I’m tired of that too, so I want you to know that’s what I do, Sev. I think of you. I think of you when we’re alone together, and when we’re with the team. On flights. In bars and hotels. I think of you when we’re with Nate and the two of you are talking, and I’m tagging along. It doesn’t matter where we are or who we’re with. I always think of you.” He nudges me with his foot. “Want to know what I think about specifically?”
I emit a dry, cracked sound that he takes as a yes. I know that because he keeps talking.
“I think about you and me naked. No clothes. Just skin. Just you and me. Lying together. I think about the weight of your body and how good it would feel on top of me.” He lowers his chin, which lowers his voice slightly. “I think about your skin on my skin. Your body on my body.” My dick jerks so hard that my hands slump to my sides. “But most of all, I think of you moving inside me.”
I lose my train of thought so thoroughly that he has to give me a little kick to remind me to keep rubbing his feet.
18
Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly
AmIwellrested?No. Not particularly.
Am I okay with it? Absolutely.
Strange as it sounds, it turns out the combination of being severely sexually frustrated and sleep-deprived is exactly the push I needed to barrel through my fear of rejection once and for all.
The past few days have been interesting, to say the least. I’m still not sure whether Mae actually told me to say whatever filth I have been, or whether I imagined it, but either way, it’s the best advice I’ve ever been given. Talk about freeing. God, it’s amazing. I can breathe again. I can get breath in and out, using my full lung capacity, because for the first time in years, I’m not using half my energy to stop myself from telling Sev how I feel, or what I want.
Do I know exactly what I’m doing? Not really, no. I’m not sure presenting myself in varied states of undress is a solid enough seduction plan. I think to qualify as a bonafide plan, it should probably be a little more robust or involve other steps, but for now, it’s all I’ve got.
Is the lack of a better plan going to stop me? Also no. Because it turns out the wall I built around myself wasn’t safe like I thought it was. It was brittle and sharp. It was hard being prickly and unapproachable all the time. It was exhausting. It was meant to shield me. To keep people out and stop me from getting hurt, but it didn’t work. I’ve been hurt over and over, despite how hard I tried to protect myself, because at the end of the day, the walls I put up weren’t walls at all.
They were a cage.
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Sev Delorean
“Aren’tyoucold?”Iask hopefully.
We’re in the apartment, and Teddy’s wearing nothing but boxer briefs and his usual assortment of jewelry. For the first couple of days after this crazy seduction thing started, he went around shirtless but kept his pants on. At the time, I found that hard to handle. I had no idea that in the blink of an eye, I’d be longing for that level of torture.
For the last three days, he’s upped the ante, dropped the pants, and has taken to swanning around in nothing but his underwear.
The first day, they were white. Then black. Then gray. Today, they’re sky blue.
I’m trying not to look, but today’s pair isbrief. They look brand new, like they haven’t been worn before. The fabric is smooth and unbobbled. The elastic is perfect. No ripples or signs of being stretched in the wash.
