14. Teddy

14

teddy

11 days until christmas

“ W ow, it’s really coming down out there, isn’t it?” Ivy asked, staring out the window as we sat on opposite ends of the couch.

We’d spent the morning lazing around in our pajamas after breakfast, neither of us bringing up the fact that when we’d woken up this morning, we’d been wrapped up in each other’s arms. Her scent was everywhere—on my pillow, clinging to my sheets, and damn if I didn’t love it.

I sighed. “I’m sorry. Snowstorms at the Pole are almost unavoidable this time of year.”

“Don’t be.” She smiled. “It’s beautiful. Besides, when it stops, that’s the perfect excuse for a snowman, right?”

“I just really wanted to take you skating today,” I mumbled. “And my parents had invited us over to dinner.”

“They did?” Her eyes widened. “I mean… I know I met your dad, but… Wow.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” I brushed a piece of hair back behind her ear. Why was I still resisting this? It was clear we both wanted it. After that kiss the other night, all I could think about was doing it again.

The way she’d tasted. How soft her lips were. My eyes drifted down to hers, watching as her tongue darted out to moisten them.

“Does this feel too fast?” She whispered.

“No,” I murmured, answering honestly. “It feels right.”

“It feels right to me, too.” Ivy’s response was breathless. “But we barely know each other.”

“We know the important things. I know how you like your coffee—sickeningly sweet and full of sugar. Your day is ruined without your favorite gingerbread muffin. The way your cheeks turn bright red when you’re embarrassed. That you love Christmas.”

“Well, that one’s a given,” she muttered.

“I know that I want to kiss you again,” I admitted.

“Theodore…” The beautiful strawberry blonde sitting on my couch, wearing a slouchy white sweater and leggings and not a lick of makeup, was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen in the world. Nothing would compare to her.

No one could. Even if I searched the entire planet, I knew that she was the one I’d been meant to find.

“Ivy.” Her head perked up, and those blue eyes met mine. They darted down to my lips, and it took everything in me not to let out a groan.

I was dying to kiss her again.

“Come here,” I rasped, beckoning her over.

Ivy climbed onto my lap, her thighs parting as she straddled me, positioning herself on top of my straining erection. But she didn’t give me her mouth. No. Instead, she asked, “What else do you know about me?”

My voice was rough when I answered. “That you taste like chocolate and peppermint. I know that those jingle bell earrings you wear drive me crazy and that I love how you light up whenever you hear them move. I know that when I first saw you, standing in the middle of my family’s theme park, dressed in green velvet, I wanted you even then.”

She hummed. “But you didn’t make a move.”

“How could I? You didn’t even like me.” Maybe not then. But I’d worn her down. “And yet, I still couldn’t stay away.” I visited her almost every single day, bringing her muffins and coffee just to get a glimpse of her.

I brushed one shoulder of Ivy’s loose sweater off, exposing her bare skin. Placing a kiss there, I marveled at her. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Ivy Winters. You make me want to do bad things. To break every rule I have. To want things I shouldn’t.”

I’d been half-hard all day just from watching her in my space. The way she seemed so at home here. The way she just fit into my life.

Ivy wiggled her hips, pressing my length against her entrance. I held back my groan at the sensation. “Were you ever on the naughty list, Theodore?” She traced a finger down my chest, her expression coy as she drew her eyes down to the bulge in my pants. Torturing me.

One corner of my lips turned up. “Wouldn’t you like to know, sweetheart?”Her breath hitched as I brushed my thumb across her lips. “You weren’t, were you? Because you’re a good girl.”

“Y-yes,” she whispered, worrying her lower lip into her mouth. “ Please .”

I tilted her chin up, brushing my lips across hers. Not kissing her. Not yet. “What do you want, my Poison Ivy? Use your words.”

“Teddy,” she moaned. “I want you.”

“You can have anything you want, sweetheart.” I’d give it all to her. Anything she asked for was hers .

Ivy rocked her lips, pressing her core against my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re going to ruin me, sweetheart.”

She leaned down, her lips only a breath away from mine. “We could have done this before, you know. If you’d come into my apartment after our first date.”

“But you didn’t like me yet.”

She laughed. “Of course I did. I just hated how much I liked you.”

“Ivy Winters, do you have a crush on me?”

“Shut up,” Ivy grumbled. “You’re ruining it.”

I rocked against her, causing Ivy to let out a sharp gasp. “Am I?”

She groaned. “Stop talking and kiss me.”

“Gladly.” I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, bringing our mouths together. I kissed her like I’d wanted to since that night under the mistletoe when I hadn’t been able to hold back anymore. Why had we denied ourselves for so long when it was this good?

The chemistry between us was different than anything I’d experienced before.

Swiping my tongue against her lips, she opened up for me, and I groaned at her taste. Sweet, like the hot chocolate we’d drank.

Ivy tugged my shirt out of my pants, running her fingernails over my abs. “Need this off,” she panted as we broke apart long enough for her to pull it off over my head.

“Yes,” I agreed, dropping it on the floor and pushing the hem of her sweater up off her hips, and sliding my hands over her leggings to cup her ass. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Her fingernails traced my abs as I palmed her backside. For being so small, she definitely wasn’t devoid of curves. Still, I wanted to see all of her. Her sweater joined my shirt on the floor, giving me a full view of the cute red bra she was wearing—complete with a little tiny bow between her breasts. I pressed a soft kiss to the swell of each one as Ivy reached around, unclasping the back of her bra.

Her breasts sprung free, and I lost all coherent thought.

“ Fuck .” Her tits were full, pink nipples that begged for my tongue. “So pretty.”

She whimpered as I bent my head down to capture one with my mouth, sucking on her nipple and running my teeth along the sensitive bud.

Ivy gasped. “More.”

“Patience.” I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. “I’m gonna give you everything you want, sweet girl.”

She whined, rocking against my thigh.

I pushed her waistband down, lifting her up so she could wriggle out of her leggings.

Her little red lace panties matched her discarded bra. Fuck me. I didn’t even bother removing them before sliding two fingers inside her entrance, groaning as I felt how wet she was.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” I muttered, dropping my head against her neck to inhale her scent. “Bury myself in this sweet pussy.”

“Do it,” she begged, rocking her hips to ride my fingers. She threw her head back, letting out a series of breathy moans.

Unzipping my jeans with my free hand, I freed my cock from my boxers. Ivy reached out, her small hand sliding around my length as she pumped me a few times.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, her eyes glued on my shaft.

“You can take it.”

“Fuuuck. I need to be inside of you.” There was no damn way I was spilling in her hand the first time we did this. Pulling my fingers out, I adjusted our position, dragging her panties down her legs before pushing my pants and boxers down my hips in one motion.

Seated back on the couch, Ivy straddled my lap once again, rubbing her bare cunt over my length. Letting out a groan, I pulled her up, ready to bury myself inside of her, only—“Shit. I don’t have a condom.” I hadn’t needed them before. And now…

Now, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen was in my lap, her tits glistening and nipples hardened from my mouth, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

She groaned. “Do you have any in your bedroom?”

I shook my head. “There hasn’t been anyone. Not here.”

“Ever?” Ivy blinked.

“I… I’ve never brought a girl home before. And it’s been a while.” I squeezed her ass. “But we can stop.” As much as I wanted her, I wouldn’t do anything to put her at risk. I’d never gone without condoms before.

“Or…” Ivy bit her lip. “I’m on birth control. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’m good if you are?”

“Same.” Was I good? Yes. Did I want this? Yes .

“Are you sure?” Ivy asked, her breathing rough.

“Am I sure?” I repeated. I should be the one asking her that. She nodded, the tips of her ears turning the slightest shade of pink. “I—yes. Fuck .” I crashed our lips back together, showing her how much I wanted her with my mouth. Words might have failed me, but my tongue wouldn’t.

“Bed?” I asked, my meaning clear.

She shook her head. “Need you now.”

“Ivy,” I groaned. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

She flashed her teeth, and damn. She knew exactly what she was doing. I was harder than I’d ever been in my entire life, with the girl on my lap, begging for me .

“I just don’t want you to regret this,” she whispered.

How could I? How could I ever regret her? When I’d wanted her since the moment I’d laid eyes on her? Ever since our date, when I’d seen her in that tight red dress, this was all I could think about.

“I won’t.” Holding her gaze, I stared into her bright blue eyes so she could see the sincerity in mine. “Later, I’m going to make you come on my tongue so I can prove to you just how much I want this.”

“Oh.” She let out a sharp exhale of breath.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? My mouth on you, tasting you?”

Ivy nodded her head, eagerly agreeing as she rested her hands on my shoulders, positioning herself over my cock.

She rubbed the head against her entrance, back and forth until I was coated in her wetness.

“Baby,” I groaned as she put me inside of her, sinking down onto my cock. “You’re so fucking tight, Ivy. Feels so damn good.”

Inch by inch, Ivy accepted me into her body, her wet heat surrounding me. She was so warm, squeezing around me, and I wondered if it had ever felt like this before. So good. So right.

It had never been like this for me. I’d never felt this deep connection, this depraved need to be inside of her, to bury myself so deep that I couldn’t find my way out. Like I wanted to live in her body and make it my home. A shimmering cord stretched between us.

“It’s too much,” she cried out. “I can’t…”

“You can,” I murmured, coaxing her. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Look how well you’re taking me.”

She took the last inch, sliding down until I was fully inside her, buried to the hilt .

Ivy let out a low moan, digging her fingernails into my back. “ Teddy .”

I gripped her hips, helping her rock back and forth in my lap as I thrusted up into her.

“ Yes . That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock, sweetheart. Get all messy for me.” I brought my thumb to her clit, massaging it in circles.

“You’re so big.”

“You’re so good for my ego, sweetheart.” I smirked, but then she contracted her inner muscles around me, and I let out a groan.

Ivy tangled her fingers in my hair, guiding my mouth to hers. We were as connected as we could be—in every conceivable way—and all I could think was I never wanted this to end.

Whatever this was between us, I was all in.

Ivy was mine.

And I intended to prove that to her.