HIS WILDFIRE

Ted-perience

"He showed me directions to the press, and that's how it all started. We've been on three dates since then, and we haven't gotten intimate yet—just a few lip kisses here and there," Suzzy disclosed shyly as I looked at her attentively while she spoke.

"Tell me he looks good," I said, drawing closer and staring wide-eyed at Suzzy, optimistic for a good answer.

"He does... but I'm afraid he's no match for Mr. Moore," she admitted in a jovially embarrassed tone.

"You can do better, but if he's manageable, why not? His green flags must speak," I teased with a smirk.

I stood under the bright streetlight near the entrance of the café, trying to get a taxi home. It was around 10 p.m., and there wasn't a single taxi in sight. Taking a few steps back, I sat on a huge log, frustrated. I kept trying to connect with an Uber driver, but they were all unavailable. Feeling stuck, I decided to call Ted.

He missed my call twice but finally picked up on the third try, his voice sounding sleepy. It was clear he was still sprawled out on the sofa.

"You don't sound well, Grandee. Where are you?" Ted asked, concerned. I quickly gave him the details of my location, and he assured me he'd be there soon to pick me up.

As I waited, I kept thinking about how much Ted had changed lately. Normally, he would've agreed to come for me, but not without making his annoyance very clear. Recently, though, he'd become softer—less destructive, less hostile. He always seemed worried now, more thoughtful. Healing, I thought to myself. And I liked that. The healing was pleasing. I sighed loudly, lost in my thoughts.

The cold was unbearable, so I found my way back into the café and ordered three glasses of alcohol. It was my first time drinking, and I didn't even know what I was having. A warm dizziness soon washed over me, just as a tall, light-skinned figure entered with restless eyes. He was in a black tank top and black sweatpants, chest rising and falling heavily. He looked like he had rushed here.

I raised my hand and waved, slightly tipsy.

Ted walked toward me and grabbed my wrist gently. "How much for all this?" he asked a waiter, gesturing around the three glasses I had taken. Without hesitation, he brought out his wallet to pay when the bill came.

"Sir! Your receipt," the waiter called out, but Ted didn't even bother turning back. He was too focused on steadying me.

As we made our way to the exit, I began feeling dizzy and leaned my head against his chest for support. Agitated, he suddenly lifted me into his arms and carried me out, passing by the rear of his red SUV. As he opened the passenger door, I caught sight of headlights pulling into the parking lot. It was a familiar truck. Jaime's truck. My head was spinning, and I couldn't see clearly, nor did I have the strength to process what I was seeing.

Ted secured me in the passenger seat, hurried to the driver's side, and carefully reversed out of the parking lot onto the road. I felt a wave of relief, despite the fogginess in my head.

Ted kept glancing at me with anger in his eyes but didn't say a word.

I turned toward the side mirror and caught sight of that same familiar truck following behind. My blurry vision made it hard to be certain, but something told me it was Jaime. Still, I shook the thought away. It couldn't be. I kept checking to see if we were still being followed, but after a while, the truck was gone. Ted didn't notice a thing. Normally, this would've been dramatic, but my tipsiness numbed everything.

Before long, we reached the gates of the seven-tier residential building, waiting for the security guard to slide them open. The gate moved slowly to the left, and Ted drove inside, parking in his usual spot. Turning off the engine, he stared at me again before getting out. Moving to the other side, he carried me out of the car, locking it behind him. With me in his arms, we headed to the elevator.

At the apartment door, he placed me down for a second to retrieve his keycard. Unlocking the door, he guided me slowly toward my bed, supporting my waist. The moment my head touched the pillow, I drifted into sleep.

I stirred at the feel of a passionate kiss on my forehead. It felt like suppressed desire mixed with accumulated affection. I opened my eyes slightly—everything was blurry, but I knew it was Ted.

He gently helped me out of my clothes, then laid beside me, watching me silently as I tried to steady myself in the haze.

Running his thumb across my lower lip, he hovered over me, leaning down to kiss me. He was only in his black sweatpants, while I was left in just my undergarments. Slowly, he slipped his hand under my vest, trailing his fingers upward until he reached my nipple. He kissed my face and neck wildly as he began teasing me there, pressing harder until it hurt.

I let out a moan of pain, but it only seemed to turn him on.

Lifting me from the bed, he took off my vest completely and hugged me tightly, inhaling my scent deeply. When he finally let go, he slid his pants down, leaving only his boxer briefs, his thick print straining against the fabric. He took my hand and pressed it firmly against his crotch, guiding me to rub him slowly.

"Take it," he ordered.

I nervously drew down his briefs, reaching out to release his dick. His lips curled into a devilish smile at the panic clearly written on my face. Slowly, I rubbed it between my palms. After a moment, he brushed my hands aside, gripped his shaft, and shoved it into my mouth.

With his hands behind his head, he began thrusting gently into my mouth. I licked the tip, awkwardly, like an amateur, which made him moan deeply. The louder he got, the more excited I became. Soon, he started thrusting deeper, holding my head steady as he tried to go all the way in. I gagged multiple times, but the masculine vulnerability in his voice—the way he trembled, the way he moaned—turned me on more than I could explain.

Clutching my hair tightly, he shuddered and came in my mouth, moaning deeply, his voice echoing with pleasure. Breathing heavily, he gripped my neck and pulled me up into a passionate kiss, his moustache and beard prickling against my skin. I occasionally pushed him away just to catch my breath, watching him bite his lips hungrily.

"Can I get into you?" Ted whispered against my ear, biting it gently.

"I don't feel too well," I murmured helplessly.

With that, he fell flat on the bed, pulling me onto his chest. His hand cradled my head while the other wrapped securely around my back. He kissed my forehead softly and whispered, "Goodnight, love."

It wasn't a dream.