Page 88 of Grease Monkey
I pause. I should ask her again, maybe mention her fiancé back home, make sure she understands the severity of what we are about to do. Because once we do this, things will never be the same. But I’m a weak, selfish man and this is more than revenge or a quick fuck. This ismyAna, back inmyarms, and I will make sure she knows this is where she belongs.
“Kiss me, Teddy.”
I groan, dropping my head to her perfect tits and biting down on the soft, plump skin. She hisses, her hand flying to my head and threading into my hair, pushing and tugging simultaneously. Soothingly, I run my tongue along my mark, loving the ridges of my teeth on her pale skin. I reach behind her, unclipping her bra and letting it pool on the bed, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking.
Fuck, I’ve missed these.
My fingers dip to the waistband of her pants, expertly flicking the button and shoving my hand inside. She’s soaked. Fucking ready and so damn wet, I know if I don’t get inside her soon, I’ll die. Seven fucking years I went without her, trying to replace her with meaningless sex after meaningless sex. Every woman who came after her was an empty reminder thatno onecould ever replace her. But she’s here now and I don’t care the reasons why she’s ended up in my bed. She was never meant to have left it and she never will again.
Tearing my hand from her panties, I grab the backs of her thighs and knock her onto her back, her beautiful tits bouncing as she lands. When I told her before she’d filled out, I meant it. Her tits, her thighs, her ass… every part of her I want to touch, kiss, bite. She was gorgeous back then, but now… she’s fucking magnificent.
I shrug out of the rest of my coverall, grabbing my wallet from my jeans before they hit the ground, and pulling out a condom I always keep there.
“You’re prepared.” She laughs as she watches with that bottom lip rolled between her teeth as I tug down my boxers, my cock springing free, hard and painfully excited as it salutes her. I tear off the top of the wrapper with my teeth and cover myself up before tugging off her pants by the ankle. She lifts her ass and hooks her thumbs into her panties, wiggling them down her legs like she can’t wait for me to fully undress her.
“Gotta be, baby. Burning when you pee isn’t something I want to experience again,” I say. “Even if you know you can trust the other person’s sexual history.”
“Nice save,” she deadpans, tossing her panties at me.
I catch them and bring them to my nose. “Nice smell.”
“You’re vulgar.” She laughs, and I smile as I’m smacked in the stomach by a memory.
I join her on the bed, crawling up her body until we’re face to face, and my cock is lined up perfectly with her pussy.
“I can vaguely remember you calling me that before and I’m pretty sure after you said it, I made you come hard with my tongue.” She inhales, and I push the tip of my dick inside her. “So stay quiet and let thisvulgarman fuck you better than anyone else ever has.”
I thrust inside her in one fluid motion as she cries out, her nails biting into my back as her pussy strangles my cock. Something snaps, clicking into place like it had been misaligned for too long the moment I bottom out. I’m home. She’s fuckinghome. I rest my forehead to hers, scrunching my eyes shut, needing a second to stop the pounding in my head or the tightening in my chest before I voice something I really shouldn’t.
“Teddy…?”
I pull back to see her face marred with concern. I force a smirk I don’t feel and say, “Just giving you time to adjust, baby.”
“I don’t need time. I need you to fuck me.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
I cage either side of her head with my elbows and pull out of her, slowly pistoning my hips forward until her feet dig into my back, just above my ass.
“Teddy,”she whines, canting her hips upward, trying to increase the lazy tempo I’m toying her with.
“And I love that. How fucking desperate you are for me. Say it. Tell me how desperate you are for my cock, Ana.”
“I want it, please.” She tilts her head backward, her teeth biting hard on the corner of her lip as she writhes beneath me. I slam down, hips meeting hips as she whimpers and moans and rakes her nails up and down my back, carving groves into my skin as I thrust faster and faster, our breaths mingling as I fuck away the years of resentment and hurt. She is mine. She was always mine, and now, she’s choosing me.
I lean down and kiss along her neck, reaching her collarbone and sucking hard until she’s bruised. Her jaw drops as she wordlessly screams, her chest convulsing, her thighs quivering around my waist, and I rock my hips harder, gripping her ass with one hand, making her back bow off the bed.
“I’m so close,” she moans, her eyes rolling closed as I speed up. Sliding a hand between us, I circle her clit in time with my thrusts, feeling every ripple of pleasure around my dick as she gets closer to her orgasm. The tingling sensation at the base of my spine urges me on, pushing deeper inside her as she moans my name in an endless loop, and where I thought she was tight before, it’s nothing like the death grip her cunt has me in now.
“Teddy,” she whispers, and our eyes lock as I roll my hips once more. Her legs tighten around my waist while she comes with wide eyes and parted lips, looking so fucking good beneath me, my heart skips a beat. I come with a guttural roar, sharply tugging her onto my cock as my cum fills the condom instead of deep inside her like I want. My rhythm slows as we continue to stare deep into each other’s eyes, breathing each other in, bolted together forever. Arms shaking, I can’t hold myself up any longer, and I flop on top of her, our sweaty bodies pressing together as we catch our breath. Ana’s fingers trail up and down my spine, and my eyes roll closed. Her warmth, the sound of her breathing, her smell. Everything I hated and missed all at the same, here with me now. And I’m never letting her go again.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Morgana
It’s still dark when I wake up wrapped in Teddy’s arms, his breath puffing against the back of my neck each time he softly snores. I stare across the darkened room, allowing myself five more minutes surrounded by him, by his warmth, by what could have been. As much as I wish it did, this changes nothing. Instead of closure, the small hole I’d managed to live with since breaking our hearts has become a chasm. A vast empty space that I will never be able to fill. But his life, his family’s lives, mean too much for me to risk it all.
Carefully, I slip out of his hold, searching blindly for my clothes, sliding my legs into my pants and buttoning up my skirt. Gathering my underwear in my arms, I pause, watching Teddy sleeping. He looks so beautiful that it hurts, even with the oil stain I can now see splattered across his forearm.
