Page 115 of Grease Monkey
“Do you have this much finesse with all your conquests?” I tease, hating the flood of jealousy that fills my stomach, but I can’t help asking because he looks like an excited puppy. It’s damn near adorable.
Teddy growls, tearing into the packet and covering himself before nudging my knees apart to stand between my legs. He strokes his dick in his hand, and I lick my lips expectantly.
“I have never needed to be inside someone to the point I thought I could die like I do with you. I told you before that no one ever compared, and that was the truth. I’ve missed out on seven long years being with you, and every second I’ve got you back fucking counts. I’m not wasting them.”
I reach up and cup his cheek. “Then don’t.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he says, running the thick head of his cock through my pussy, then pushing inside in one swift thrust. I gasp as he stretches me, making me feel so unbelievably full at this angle. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he stands, lifting me from the bed and slamming my back into the wall with a hardoomphas he starts to pump his hips up. I dig my nails into his shoulders, my back rutting against the wall as he pounds hard and deep, each upward thrust hitting all the right spots. My head knocks back, and he sucks the skin between my shoulder and neck, marking me for everyone to see. His hips punch upwards, reaching that place that always made me see stars.
My eyes roll back as I pant, “Yes, Teddy. Fuck, right there.”
He turns abruptly, lifting me off his dick and setting me on the floor as my pussy clenches around nothing, suddenly feeling empty. Wordlessly, he grips my shoulder and turns me, pushing between my shoulder blades to bend me over the bed with my ass in the air. His hands tap my thighs apart, and then he’s right there, pushing back inside me until his hips touch my ass. Teddy runs his hand up and down my spine soothingly as his other hand grips my hip, his thrusts forceful as he grunts and moans behind me, my name like a prayer from his lips.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Ana,” he pants, pressing his chest to my back and kissing along my shoulder blades. “Fucking perfect. Made just for me.”
And he for me too. He feels so damn good, pounding into me with a perfect rhythm that my back arches. The sound of skin slapping skin joins the beat of my heart in my ears, his soft groans and words of adoration making my entire body quiver. His hand slips between the bed and my chest, sliding down to find my clit, his fingers circling it fast, and the orgasm that was rising in the distance, the one staying far enough back as to not end this faster than I wanted, barrels down to the finish line. There’s nothing I can do to stop it as I scream, my legs losing all hope of standing as I fall to the bed, my face buried in the comforter, knees pressed into the edge of the mattress. Teddy’s firm hold keeps my hips high as he rides me through each contraction, each spasm, each flutter of my pussy around his dick, until he’s pulsing inside me, filling the condom with his cum and cursing my name.
“That was…” he pants, slipping out of me as I crawl sluggishly up the bed and collapse on the pillow.
“Amazing,” I breathe, my eyes shutting as I give him a sated smile. I can hear him remove the condom and disappear into the bathroom. He returns, tucking me into his side, and kissing my forehead.
“Give me half an hour and we’ll go again.”
I huff a laugh. “Haven’t you had enough yet?”
“I will never get enough of you, baby,” he says. “It’s about time you know that by now.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Morgana
“When are you going back?” Teddy asks Shay as he joins Ozzy and us at his kitchen table for dinner. I hide a smile behind my fork and quickly shove some salad leaves in my mouth.
“Why are you always asking me that?” she replies, sipping her wine. “I swear it’s like you want to get rid of me. Is he always this rude to his dinner guests?”
She looks at Ozzy, and he cocks his head toward Teddy. “I think this is the first time he’s ever had dinner guests.”
“That’s not surprising. He’s a terrible host.”
“Least he’s not a terrible cook.”
“Morgs made that. I’ve still not had the pleasure of trying his food.”
“Thank fuck for that. I thought he had been feeding me his burned leftovers on purpose for a second.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, dickheads.” Teddy growls, dragging the bowl of salad toward him. “And I didn’t feed you any leftovers. Youstolethem from the fridge and continued to complain even though it’smylunch.”
Ozzy points his fork at him. “There he is. I was also worried you had a personality transplant too.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Your ass hasn’t been as grumpy this week.” He points to the food, then smiles warmly at me. “I assume that’s because of you too? Good food, less grumpy best friend… If I’d known all it took was for you to get his sorry ass out of his funk, I’d have got you to Phoenix sooner.”
I laugh and place my hand on Teddy’s over the table. “Thanks, but I think Teddy’s ass will always be grumpy.”
“I agree,” Shay says.
“That’s because all you fuckers are not Ana, so I’m allowed to be grumpy with you.” He slyly winks as he digs into his carbonara.
