Teddy

I CAN FEEL SOMETHING IN THE WAKING world trying to pull me from my sleep, but I'm having the most wonderful dream, and I don't want to wake up. My body is hot and sweaty, the realism from the dream causing a real-life reaction.

I moan aloud, unable to stop the sound, and somewhere in the distance I hear a chuckle. Wait, I feel it, too. The hot breath against my vagina. It feels so real. It must be close to waking time, surely my alarm will go off any minute, but not yet. Please not yet. I'm so close. So close.

"I know, baby. Just come for me."

The deep voice comes from both my dream and real life, the sensations in my body are a powerful force, tugging me into consciousness. I hear and feel the chuckle again.

"Babe, you with me yet?"

I blink awake to see Jensen's face between my legs, smirking up at me. "Morning," he rasps before continuing his licks on my pussy, the movements matching those that were in my dream.

"Oh," I gasp. "It wasn't a dream."

"No, baby. No dream." He nips at my clit with his teeth, moving a few fingers in and out of my pussy. The sensations are more intense now that I'm fully awake and I immediately succumb to them, screaming out his name, bucking against him.

Jensen kisses his way up my body, pausing briefly to suck a nipple into his mouth. "Maybe tomorrow you can wake me up that way," he teases with the sexiest smile.

I'm still trying to recover when he reaches into the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a condom. "We're not done yet, baby." I watch as he rolls it on his large cock and settles between my legs again. "I told you once I had you, I'd be wanting it all the time. I did warn you," he says, his voice laced with husky amusement, as he pushes inside me.

I'm still sensitive from the orgasm a few seconds ago, coupled with the soreness from our multiple times last night—Jensen said we had lost time to make up for and was quite insatiable—and the feel of his cock inside me causes me to scream as I buck up under him.

"Jesus, Teddy," he groans as his body moves on top of me. "How do you feel so good?"

Once I find my bearings, I shove him off me, pushing him onto his back, and I crawl on top of him.

"Jensen, you've been a very bad boy," I say as I slide onto his cock. "You can't just take what's not yours without asking." I slowly shift up so only the tip of his cock is inside me and I circle my hips around and around, using shallow pumps so only the head of his cock is cocooned in my warmth.

He grips my hips and slams me down, burying his full length in my pussy. "You are mine, Teddy. And I'm yours. Now ride it."

With a firm grip, he guides me up and down, and back and forth; and once I take over the movements, his hands wander up to my boobs, grabbing a handful. When he tweaks my nipples roughly, I throw my head back and moan.

"Baby," Jensen rasps in a whispered, tortured voice, "you're killing me."

He squeezes my ass in both hands, trying to force my movements, but I continue with my lazy circles. The angle of him in this position, how his length scrapes over my clit, is sensory overload. I can feel the telltale warmth spreading through my body. I'm on the precipice, but I'm not quite ready to plummet off the cliff just yet. I want to draw it out and savor the intensity of the sensations.

He pulls me down for kiss; and when his tongue swipes into my mouth, I can taste myself. I sink into him, and we lay chest to chest, his hands gripping my ass as he moves me back and forth over his cock.

I've lost the ability to move, allowing him to guide us through to the end. With my head buried in his neck, I submit, the warmth now a boiling temperature creeping up my body until I'm a moaning mess on top of him. His name is a mumbled scream into his neck as I come apart, waves of pleasure washing over me, one right after another.

I'm mush, a puddle of nothingness, as he continues to move my body on top of him. His movements are erratic, his sounds guttural groans, and suddenly I'm back in my body. I sit up, my hands on his chest for stability, as I start grinding my hips in a rhythmic circular motion, squeezing my pussy around his cock.

"Fuuuuuuck," he moans, gripping my ass tightly as he fights for control. "You're so fucking hot like this, baby. Riding me. Fuck, your tits. Grab your tits for me. Pinch those nipples the way you like."

Following his orders, I fist my breasts before pinching my nipples, gasping at their sensitivity. "Jensen," I whisper, my hips still circling around him, as he roughly moves me up and down.

I feel myself warming up again, which is impossible. I already came twice. It's unprecedented. But this man, he makes me feel things no one ever has. "I'm going to come again." And before I can finish my sentence, I'm clamping around him, panting and moaning his name over and over.

Then he's grunting, pummeling me from below, his eyes squeezed tightly, and he groans long and low as he spills his release. I fall back onto him, my face pressed into the crook of his neck, and we're silent as we come down together.

He runs a hand up and down my back once he's semi-composed. "Teddy," he says in a gruff voice. "I think you've ruined me. I'm ruined."

"Nope," I disagree. "It's me who's ruined. Three times, baby. Three times. That's never, ever, ever happened before. Ever. Is that even a thing? Three fucking times."

He chuckles beneath me, causing my body to jiggle on top of him. "Jesus, I'm so fucking in love with you," he declares before flipping me over so he's hovering over me. He fuses our mouths together for a sensual, drawn-out kiss and then he pulls away to look at me. "Beautiful. My beautiful girl."

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ME: It's done.

RYLIE: Is this code for something? Am I supposed to know what you're saying right now?

ME: <egg plant emoji>

ME: <water droplet emoji>

ME: <water droplet emoji>

ME: <water droplet emoji>

RYLIE: SHUT. UP!!!!!!!

ME: Thrice, Ry. And that was just this morning.

RYLIE: Thrice what? Elaborate. I need all the details.

ME: He made me come 3 times this morning. Three times, Rylie! How is that even a fucking thing?

RYLIE: I repeat: SHUT UP!

ME: You fucking shut up. I can't shut up. Thrice, Ry. Thrice!

RYLIE: You need to stop saying thrice.

RYLIE: Move on. What was last night?

ME: Our first time. And our second. And our third.

RYLIE: Fanning myself over here.

RYLIE: About fucking time. Awww. My Teddy Bear got her Jensen cherry popped.

ME: Serious talk. Have you ever woken to a guy between your legs?

RYLIE: SHUT THE FUCK UP. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. YOU BITCH.

RYLIE: Who knew grumpy J was so hot in the sheets? Shit. I think I'm jealous.

ME: I'm jealous of myself right now.

ME: Thrice, Ry. Thrice!

ME: Most guys struggled to get me there once. But J? Thrice!

RYLIE: Ok, ok, now you're just bragging. You can go fuck off now.

Iread through the text exchange once more before stuffing my phone into the back pocket of my jean shorts, cackling at the ridiculous conversation. But, seriously, it's been hours and I still can't get over what happened this morning. Or last night, for that matter.

When Jensen returned from his bro date with Kelly and I sensed something was off, I was slightly panicked. I wasn't expecting him to admit to his pregnant high school girlfriend having an abortion, and I certainly wasn't prepared for my surly boyfriend to cry real tears. It affected me to see him so emotional. What a huge weight to carry alone all these years.

And then the sex. Finally, the sex.

I knew it wouldn't compare to my other experiences, but I was not prepared for how much different it would be. Everything was heightened, every sense, every feeling, every emotion was felt on a level so far above anything I've ever experienced before. I still feel slightly buzzed by it all, unable to completely come down from the high.

Scout's barking brings me back to earth. He's running circles around Cleo, the pig grunting his disapproval. I snap my fingers at the dog to correct his behavior. Lately, he's been joining me after lunch. When I go to leave him in Jensen's apartment, he gives me that sad, puppy dog face and I cave.

Scout sniffs the pig's butt before trotting off to investigate some other smells. I pat Cleo on the head in apology. "Sorry, little guy. Scout's still a puppy. Puppies are annoying."

I return to my work, lost in my thoughts again, when I realize it's been a while since I've seen Scout. I look in the direction I last saw him, and when I don't see him, I scan the surrounding areas. "Scout!" I yell. "Scout!"

When he doesn't immediately respond, I usher Cleo back to his pen and tell him to stay. I debate calling Jensen for help looking for our dog, but I opt to scour the area myself first.

"Scout!" I continue shouting over and over as I trudge around the farm. I'm about to give up my search and ask Jensen for help when I finally hear him. I walk through a row of apple trees, following the sound of his barks, when I see Scout trotting around the legs of a group of men. They are huddled around a tree, completely ignoring the yapping dog.

I snap my fingers and call his name. When he sits at my feet, tail wagging, I scold him, "Bad boy. You're a bad boy."

The guys' heads turn to me in mid-conversation, and I realize I've interrupted an important meeting of sorts. "What are you guys doing?"

"We're trying to decide if this tree can be saved," one of the men answers, but he's interrupted by another piping in, "Should we even be talking to her?"

"Huh?" I ask, thoroughly confused. "Why can't you talk to me?"

"We don't want to be punished by your boyfriend."

I scoff. "That wouldn't happen."

"Ask Dylan here if that would happen," a guy says, pointing to one of his coworkers.

Dylan ducks his head, looking like he'd rather be anywhere than part of this conversation.

"What's going on?" I ask. "I don't understand."

"He got sent home last week after getting caught checking out your ass."

My mouth drops open, and I take a step back. "You're kidding. Right?"

When the group looks at me wearing identical serious expressions, my cheeks heat, and I continue taking steps backward. "Fuck," I mouth soundlessly, suddenly so upset I can barely think.

I snap my fingers at Scout, spin around and head back the way I came. I rush across the farm in record speed and storm into Jensen's office, the door banging against the wall. Scout immediately runs to Jensen at his desk and that pisses me off more.

"Judas," I hiss at the dog.

Jensen raises an eyebrow at me. "What's got your undies in a wad?"

"You do," I spit out, planting my hands on my hips and glaring at him.

When he looks amused rather than concerned, I swear I see red. "Did you send Dylan home last week for checking out my ass?"

"Sure did," he admits with zero remorse.

When I seethe in silence, he says, "And I'm guessing you want an apology?"

When I wordlessly nod, he says, "Too bad. I'm not sorry. Everyone needed to know the consequences of their actions. Now they know."

"So you made an example of him?"

He grunts.

"Jensen!" I throw my hands up. "This is our place of work! You can't be walking around like some controlling asshole boyfriend. It's embarrassing. Do you know how embarrassing it was just now when I found your naughty dog in the orchard and the guys wouldn't even talk to me?"

This got his attention, and he shoots to his feet. "You were at the orchard?"

"Of course that's the only part you hear." I start toward the door but before I can leave, he grabs my arm, kicks the door shut and pins me to it.

"Who was all there?" he demands, hovering over me.

I rolls my eyes and refuse to answer.

"Who, Teddy?"

"Cut your shit, Jensen. Your asshole is showing and it's not cute."

I shove my palms hard into his chest and he stumbles back a few steps. With the gained separation, I scoot around him and open the door. "Jackson wasn't there, J. That's what you wanted to know, right?"

I'm halfway out the door before I pause to say, "At some point you'll have to trust me and rein in this bullshit. I work here, you know? I deserve to be treated with more respect than this. It's embarrassing."

And I walk away.