Teeny

 

 

“Please! Oh, hell, Lynx!” I yell, moaning when he grins up at me and keeps sucking my nipples, the heat of his mouth sending forks of pure need to my sex that’s clenching and gushing out onto my thighs.

After he tore my clothes off and shredded his own, he spent a long time looking at me, inspecting every inch of me. I wanted to cover myself and hide, sure my imperfections would make him see and think less of me, but he was hard in that, keeping my wrists pinned so he could look his fill.

And from the look in his eyes, he liked. A lot.

Now he’s driving me crazy because he’s been sucking my nipples forever, and I’m so aroused I think I could come from this alone.

“Please. Please.”

He releases my nipple with a pop, the flesh stretching out before he lets go, and it bounces down, the hard tip reddened from the sucking of his mouth.

“I want to eat you out and make you come all over my mouth.”

Oh, yes, I want that too, but I’ll die if he doesn’t take me now! I’m burning inside, my sheath clutching at air and so aroused it really hurts.

“Please take me. Please. I’ll let you do whatever you want later, just please don’t make me wait,” I gasp, rubbing my slit against him when the need becomes too great.

“Fuck. Later. Anything,” he snarls, coming to his knees and gripping my thighs to open me completely.

I should be shy about the way he looks down between my legs, but I can’t make myself flinch or find a demure bone in me when he drapes my thighs over his and palms his shaft.

Pre-come is leaking from him, and I see him spread it all over himself before he unrolls a condom and slides it on. The sight is erotic, watching him touch himself and groan because I clench and he sees it.

“I want to be gentle.”

Screw gentle! I want him in me and hammering this ache away.

“Take me.”

The head of his shaft is a thick bulb when he pushes into my entrance, the girth stretching me wide. He keeps his eyes centered there, gritting his teeth as he splits me open and slowly sinks in, sliding easily because I’m so wet and ready for him.

“Oh, fuck, Teeny. Damn, baby, you’re so wet and tight inside. Am I hurting you?”

“No! More,” I yell, hating that he’s on his knees because he’s controlling it all and I can’t grab him and pull him in all the way.

Lynx gasps a chuckle and hooks my knees over his arms, pulling me closer as he pushes forward slowly. I feel him in every part of me, the wide shaft scraping, slipping over my flesh, stretching me wide with an aching burn because he’s so big I feel stretched and stuffed with him.

It hurts just a bit when he gets all the way in, but I breathe through the strange pain and gasp when he pulls out and sinks in again, the sensation of his cock so deep, making my inner muscles shudder.

This is our first time, and I know I should be soft and sweet and all those things, but I need it all. I want dirty, grinding sex that has him pounding me to orgasm.

“Lynx.”

“Baby, don’t move. I need you to stay still or I’ll lose it,” he grates, keeping the thrust and retreat slow and easy.

“Fuck me!” I scream, digging my nails into his wrists and twisting on him, begging for everything.

That sets him off, and I do scream when he lunges over me, my knees pinned to my sides, and starts pushing in a hard rhythm of slapping skin and grunting moans.

Oh hell, oh yeah, I moan, trying to throw myself back up at him to make him go harder, faster. Lynx is growling into my neck and groaning, his hips battering mine with every hard invasion into my sex.

The need builds, gets twisted and achingly hard deep inside, and I come in a bright flash, my sex thumping and strangling his thick shaft.

“Uh, fuck, that’s it, Teeny. Come all over me, baby,” he roars, pushing in so deep I feel his pubic hair tickle at my opening before he goes hard and still above me.

I don’t feel his come releasing inside me, but I do feel him go harder and a jerking pulse as he comes. It’s good, I think when he falls over me, his weight pinning me to the bed as we pant and try to breathe.

Hell, I am in deep shit. I think I love Lynx Wylder.

“Again.”

I gasp at those words and moan when he pushes up and looks down at me, his growing thickness twitching inside me.

“Lynx.”

“Anything, Teeny. You said anything. Again.”

I twist, my flesh oversensitive and shuddering when he starts thrusting, the hard heat of him inside me turning me on again, fast.

“Again.”

 

 

Lynx

 

I come awake to the wet heat of a mouth around my cock, the tiny flicks of a tongue around my head making me moan and reach blindly for the source of the pleasure.

Teeny growls and slaps my hands away, squeezing a hand around my dick as her tongue flicks out and her mouth descends, taking me deep into the wet cavern.

Fuck, that feels good. We didn’t stop until dawn was creeping over the horizon, and having her mouth soothing my raw shaft feels so good I don’t take over like I usually would and throw her down to take her.

I just lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy this for what it is. A soothing.

“That feels good, baby. Hmmm, flick your tongue right there,” I purr, growling when she obeys and her little tongue teases at the spot on the underside where I am most sensitive.

“Hhhhmm.”

The hum reverberates and vibrates over me, pushing me close to coming while she continues her slow loving, not bobbing her head or jerking my shaft, just licking and sucking me in slow pulls that have my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head because it feels so good.

This is gentle, and I don’t have to do a thing as Teeny laves me, her mouth giving me a peaceful pleasure that I have never felt. Usually I’d throw her down and take her. That’s my style, always in control of sex, but I like this gentle lovemaking and bask in the slow rolls of pleasure when she plays with me, almost as if she’s exploring me.

I explored her last night after a long, hot shower. She said anything, after all, and I used those words to my advantage, eating her sex until she came in my mouth three times and begged me to stop.

I couldn’t, even with my cock screaming and pulsing fluids all over the clean sheets. I lost my head somewhere when I tasted her pink folds, and as hard as I was, I didn’t want to stop.

Teeny is unlike any woman I have ever known. The way she gives herself to me and doesn’t shy away from the way I played with her ass while eating her was a revelation.

No, I don’t do back door, but I like to explore when I have sex, and Teeny is the first woman who has stuck to her word and opened herself to me fully. I licked, sucked, and bit every part of her body and even let her suck me while I pulled her over my face and drank her down.

It was hot and dirty and sweaty, and she was with me all the way, demanding, begging, screaming, and, yes, crying just like a promised her, because I took her so high she couldn’t help but cry when her orgasm blasted her.

I’ve never come so much, so hard, or for so long, and that’s saying something since I once dated a woman in Chicago who took classes from a porn star.

“Ah, babe, pull off. I’m gonna come,” I warn her when the gentle roll of arousal spikes and my balls draw up tight and hard, signaling my climax.

Teeny just hums again and lowers her mouth, sucking hard as I bow and release, my sperm shooting out into her mouth in hard spurts that leave me snarling and gripping at her hair.

When I can breathe again and my legs aren’t shaking anymore, I feel her head rest against my lower stomach and enjoy the soft strokes of her hands over my thighs.

“That was awesome.”

“That’s good, since it was my first hummer,” she giggles, shocking the hell out of me.

“Really?”

“Really. And I liked it a lot more than I expected.”

I really like that I’ve given her a first, my mind not too happy with the thought of another man having had her before me, even if I know that it’s hypocritical to think that way.

“We should talk, Teeny,” I say, playing with her hair while she stills and tenses before relaxing back onto me.

“I hate talking.”

Chuckling, I stroke her hair and sigh, knowing that it isn’t something we can avoid. We’ve had sex, and yeah, it will make things harder, more intense for us for the next little while, but we can’t ignore it forever, and with the social worker and her minions due here in a few hours, I can’t put it off.

“Last night was special for me. No, let me finish, Teeny,” I growl, keeping her against me when she tries to pull away. “It was special. I’m not just saying that as a morning-after cliché that I think you want to hear. It was the best sex I have ever had, and that in and of itself is scary because I feel more for you than I have for any woman. I like you, Teeny, a lot, and adding sex into the mix complicates things for us in a way we can’t escape.”

“I don’t expect—”

“I know that, Teeny, and it pisses me off because you have every right to expect things from me. You’re my friend and now my lover, and you’re worth more to me than a few fuck sessions and a pat on the head when I send you back home. I know that.”

She pushes up to look at me, her breasts distracting me when they graze my thigh and jiggle on her chest. God, the woman is sexy, I think, licking my lips at the memory of her nipples on my tongue.

I could spend hours making love to this woman, and the knowledge isn’t comfortable, because I’ve never wanted this before.

“Stop whatever it is you’re thinking and listen to me, Lynx. We’re friends, and yes, we’re lovers too, and yes, I like you a lot. Too much maybe because I know that this isn’t going to end in happy families and playing house. I get that, okay? And I understand because I know how you feel. You spent years of your life doing the right thing and sacrificing what you want for your family.”

“Teeny—”

“Listen to me. You may not see things that way, but it’s true. You’ve told me some of what happened, not much, but I spoke to Lori in the cafeteria the other day, and she told me the whole story. What you guys did may not be acceptable to other people, but I get it. If someone hurt Tam, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make them pay. But to do it, you had to give up your dreams and sacrifice years of your life. I get that because I’ve done it for years too. I had to look after Gran and Ally when Gran got too old to do it, and her pension was barely enough to survive on. I gave up college and being a doctor because I couldn’t just walk away.”

She says it softly and smiles at me in understanding, stroking my cheek.

“It’s not easy to live that way and then one day realize that you’re free. I felt adrift for a long time before it hit me that I can do whatever I want. Not that it happened that way, because Ally always needed me, but now I could go out and party with Miri instead of looking after my sister’s baby. I feel guilty for thinking that way and being happy that I was free, but I felt it, and you know what, a little part of me resents that I have to change my whole life for Tammy now. I don’t want to feel that way, and I love her, but it isn’t easy to just stop and say okay, I will do this. Freedom is a very broad concept that people take for granted a lot, but for me, it’s waking up at nine on a Saturday because I can and staying on the couch because all I have to think about is me. You want to be free, and I get that, and trust me, I don’t want to take that away from you.”

“But—”

“What you’re doing for me and Tam, it’s everything, and I will never forget it, but I also don’t want you thinking that us being lovers will automatically make us…anything more.”

I am an asshole for the relief that courses through me, and I know it, but I feel so light when she says it, letting me off the hook, that all I can do is swallow and nod at her.

She gets it. Better than I did. And knowing that she will look at me and not hate me for wanting to keep my freedom is a weight lifted off my chest.

We’re going to be together for the next few weeks at least, and I want the freedom to be with her as her friend and her lover. Without the restrictions of having to live up to being good and not hurting her.

“If I wanted any of that, I’d want it to be with you.”

“That’s the best compliment I have ever had, and the same goes, Lynx. Now, stop staring at my boobs. We need to get ready for the inquisition,” she grumps, bouncing off the bed and giving me a spectacular view of her firm ass.

I lay still, watching her ass shake as she goes into the bathroom, and enjoy the feeling of waking up with a woman who holds no expectations of me but for some good sex and the promise of my friendship.

It’s so unlike anything I have ever known that I have to stay where I am and just let it settle.

Teeny gets me, like no one ever has, and for that, I think I love her a little. She doesn’t hear my family’s story and just focus on the ugly realities of the life I’ve led, killing, cheating, stealing. She looks deeper and relates to what I went through.

Sure, my brothers suffered too, and I hate that they did, but no one has ever looked at me and asked how I felt. People just assumed that because I laugh and make jokes to lighten the tension that I’m always happy and unfazed by the direction our lives went.

The truth is that I resented it after the first year of playing a role I never wanted. The longer it took and the more I saw the hard truths, the harder it got for me to want to carry on.

Part of me will always love Sparrow, and I will never regret avenging her, but I also carry bitterness towards her that I never ever told anyone about.

Her actions, the way she ignored our parents and just blazed ahead, got her killed in the most brutal way. I won’t ever be okay with what happened to her, and a part of me will never get over her loss, but I am also pissed at her because her actions changed everything for the people around her.

Bear lost a career he’d dreamed of and became the opposite of the kind, loving man I once knew. Wolf just shut down, and it’s taken him eight years to start feeling anything again. Lori says that some days it’s still hard to pull him out of his head and that place he goes where he feels nothing.

Lyon lost the love of his life and almost lost her because she was taken and hurt, left for dead by men coming after us. I lost it all too because instead of getting my degree and going into business with Pop, I had to leave my whole life behind and become a soldier, the one thing I never wanted to be.

Hawk just doesn’t seem to want anything anymore, where before he was happy to search for his fabled Wylder love.

We’re all different in our own ways, me especially because where I once dreamed of finding a love and building a family, the thought of being tied down again makes me sweat in fear and panic.

If it could be anyone, it would be Teeny, and I almost hate Sparrow for making me push away a woman I could love for a lifetime.