Page 46 of Flagrant Foul
I start sweating and become acutely aware of the juice running down my hand. A sticky, sweet stream that runs down my palm to my pulse point.
“D’you want me to lick it up for you?” Teddy offers.
“No,” I say, quickly snatching my hand away. “I’ll do it myself.”
He goes still as I do it, watching with an intensity that has mass as I chase the path of the sweet, tarty taste with my tongue. He doesn’t move for the longest time. Not until well after I realize what I’ve done.
I’ve tasted him. I’ve touched and tasted something that Teddy’s teeth have touched. His lips. His tongue.
I don’t know how or why it’s such a vicious turn-on, but it is.
Not only for me either.
Teddy is so aroused that his pupils are dilated. His eyes are dark, shadowed with such clear lust I don’t know where to look.
25
Teddy “T-Dog” O’Reilly
It’sbedtime,andit’sbeen a wonderful day. I’ve been buoyed immeasurably by the goodnight kisses Sev has been giving me for the past few nights, and added to that, he’s been acting weird all day today. It might not sound like it, but in his case, that’s a good thing.
He’s been hiding in his room—very unlike him—or he’s been skulking around corners, closely observing my every move. He’s trying not to show it, but I know him too well for him to get away with that.
I know what’s happened. I have his undivided attention. I finally, finally,finallyhave it, and it feels as good as I always thought it would feel. Better, actually, because the fantasy of it always felt unreal, out of reach, and impossible, and this is really happening.
It’s not perfect because Sev isn’t perfect. He’s better than perfect. He’s flawed and messy and human.
Like me.
He’s been getting hard around me today. He’s been trying to hide it, but his dick isn’t one that’s easy to hide when it’s chubbed up. He’s been pulling his T-shirt down and putting a throw pillow on his lap. It’s adorable.
As if I’d fall for that.
This evening, he sprouted a spectacular boner and failed to hide it at all. He was wearing gray sweatpants, and let me tell you, the combination of the soft cotton blend and Sev’s big, beautiful, hard dick was something to behold.
My favorite thing about it was that all I did to garner the reaction was take a bite of his apple.
He licked the juice off his hand, and I saw the exact moment he realized what it meant to me—why I found it hot and why I liked it so much when I was younger.
Sev when he’s turned on is even hotter than Sev when he’s not, and that’s something I didn’t think was possible. His jaw clenches and he breathes out of his mouth, through his teeth, forcing a rough, grating sound through tiny gaps in pearly enamel. There are flames in his eyes, little sparks in the dark, and I love it.
I fucking love it.
I love that he’s still here now. On the couch with me, pretending to be engrossed in the crap that’s on TV.He’s on his side of the couch, squished against the arm, and I’m stretched out comfortably. My feet are in his lap, and he’s kneading the arch of my foot even though I haven’t told him to or kicked him at all.
“So, what’s your plan for tomorrow?” He’s mentioned that Nadia has asked him to come over and get the rest of his things, and I know he doesn’t enjoy doing things like that on his own. “Do you want me to come with you? I can help you carry your boxes…and I can protect you if she starts throwing shit at you,” I tease.
“I can protect myself,” he replies, giving me a subtle side eye.
“I know, but you don’t have to.” That gives him pause, and a shadow forms between his brows. He turns his face toward me but doesn’t say anything. “What? You think Nate’s the only one who has your back?” He sighs, and something hard to decipher spirits across this face. “I have your back too, Sev. Probablymorethan Nate does.” I’m talking out of my ass, but who cares.
“Nate has fifty pounds on you easily, Tee.”
I shoot him a grin. “Yeah, but are his reflexes fire like mine?”
He laughs even though I can tell he didn’t mean to. It’s a beautiful thing to see. A hard, masculine face softens.A veil drops, and amusement rubs out hard lines and replaces them with something smoother.
“I only said it one time, you little shit.”
