Page 121 of Grease Monkey
Shay:Okay, I KNOW that wasn’t Morgs who texted that. Teddy… you’re a pig.
Morgana:Get a hotel room, Shay.
Shay:Fine. But I’m choosing the most expensive one and putting all my drinks on a tab for you to pick up.
Morgana:Fine.
He hands back my phone, grinning like a fool, and when I read their thread, I gasp, slapping the back of my hand to his chest as he laughs.
Morgana:I am so sorry about him, Shay. Are you sure you’re okay with staying somewhere else tonight?
Shay:Of course, babe. Hot bartender is working tonight, so I might not need a hotel after all. But don’t tell Teddy cause he’s still paying.
Morgana:I love you.
Shay:Love you too. Happy sucking.
I pocket my phone, Teddy sticks his head out the bedroom door and asks Skip, “You okay if we catch up tomorrow?”
“Yeah, no trouble. I’m starving anyway.” He rubs his stomach. “Going to see what Phoenix has to offer.”
Teddy rummages around for his keys and tosses them to Skip. “You okay to get back to my place?”
He nods, pocketing the keys and lifting his phone.
“Google maps are a thing of the future,” he teases. “Just text me your address, and I’ll be fine.”
“You two really are friends, aren’t you?” I ask, something warm settling in my stomach as I watch their interaction. I hate that Skip chose sides, especially since it wasn’tmine. But their bond is sweet, and I like that something good came out of something so horrible.
“Are you okay?” Teddy asks me once Skip leaves. I nod, and he trails his fingers across my cheek and down my neck, his large hand cupping it and tilting my head back for him to kiss me. I welcome it, moaning when his tongue runs across the seam of my lips, teasing me to let him in. Sucking on my tongue, I moan, clutching his shirt in my fists and pulling him hard against me.
He walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I drop down, taking him with me as I refuse to let go of him. His body blankets me in warmth, and I rake a hand into his hair, my nails scraping at his scalp, while the other slips between us, deftly flicking at the button of his jeans.
His hand captures mine as he breaks the kiss. “Ana, you don’t have to…”
“I want to,” I say, nipping at his jaw.
“Are you sure?” He holds himself up with one hand on the bed, the other still holding my wrist. “It’s been a long, emotional day. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel up to it. I’m happy just to hold you.”
I smile and tug my hand free, pushing on his shoulders until he rolls and flops on his back, and I straddle him.
“I believe I said I was going to suck your dick,” I tease, unzipping his pants and pushing his shirt up enough to reveal the dark line of hair running from his belly button and under his boxer briefs. “Don’t make me out to be a liar.”
His eyes flare with desire, and he helps me remove his jeans. Grabbing the back of his shirt, he tugs it over his head until he’s fully naked. Beautiful hard lines glint in the evening sun from the window, and I run my finger in the valley between each abdominal, loving the way the muscles contract and flex as I travel down toward his hard cock resting on his belly. I ignore it, running past it to his thighs, the angry-looking tip leaking pre-cum onto his skin as I tease him by doing the same to the other side. It jumps against him, and I grin.
“Fucking tease,” he grunts, his hands fisting by his side.
Still fully dressed, I feel an odd satisfaction, like I have him at my mercy, like I’ve got some kind of power while he’s naked and leaking for me. I wonder if this is how he feels when I’m the same for him.
His legs widen as I position myself between them and lean down to glide my tongue up the thick vein running from base to tip. He inhales through his nose, his hand gently resting on my head, and I smile as I take him in my hand and lick along his slit. He’s salty and tangy, and I can’t get enough of him. I wrap my lips around his tip and suck lightly. His hand grips my hair, knowing I like it rough to the point of pain without ever hurting me and I relish the sharp tug of my strands in his fist. I swallow his cock, taking him to the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex.
“Fuuuuck,Ana,” he pants, his hips canting upward. I gag again, spit running down my chin, as I remind myself to breathe through my nose. We find a rhythm. Him fucking my face while I bob up and down his shaft, making all the obscene sounds I know he loves. And when I add my finger, trailing it along his taint, his groan is animalistic until he pulls me off him with a pop, and I moan.
“Wha—”
He flips us, my back bouncing on the mattress as he frantically tugs at my pants, throwing them off my legs and grabbing either side of the low V-neck, yanking hard until there’s a loud tearing sound. He keeps tugging at the material, ripping the top down the middle.
“That was Shay’s.” I giggle as he licks his lips at the sight of my front clasp bra. “She’s going to be mad.”
