𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

21

"I need to talk to you," Teddy says as I get out of my seat, heading for the door.

"Okay," I reply. "Maybe we can talk while studying?" I suggest, looking up at him. God, he makes me feel so short with his towering, magnetic presence. I may be 5'9, but he's got a head above me, and it's intoxicating.

"Yeah, maybe my place, like now?" he proposes. Going to Teddy's place feels like stepping into forbidden territory, but what comes out of my mouth is different.

"Sure, let me text my friends," I say, pulling out my phone. I text Dixi, telling her I'd be studying with my partner for some project. I didn't specify who.

Teddy walks beside me. "Follow me to my truck," he says. I follow him down the path until we reach his truck. It's pristine, no trace of the night I hit him. He really did have it taken care of. He opens the passenger door for me, and I slide into his truck. This feels almost unbearable, and now I'm at his mercy.

Hopping into the driver's seat, he turns on the truck, as I buckle up. His hands grip the wheel with a firm confidence, and I can't help but notice the way his muscles flex with the movement. It's impossible to ignore the raw strength and control he exudes, sending a shiver down my spine.

I look out the window at the bustling campus, students milling about, completely unaware of the whirlwind of emotions and desire swirling inside me. The hum of the engine vibrates through the seat, grounding me in this surreal moment, yet making me acutely aware of every sensation.

Turning my head, I watch how he drives, his sharp jawline accentuated by the shadows, and how he watches the road with such focus. His fingers are so big, and I can't help but imagine how they would feel inside of me, tracing every inch of me. The thought of his touch sends a thrill through me, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

We pull into a large house just outside the campus. Is this really where he lives? "Is this just your house?" I ask, dumbfounded. He chuckles, his dimple making an appearance, which only intensifies the warmth spreading through me.

"No, this is the basketball house," he explains as we both step out of the car. He unlocks the door, revealing a chaotic interior with clothes strewn everywhere and a couple of guys lounging on the couch. One has ginger hair, the other is platinum blonde. They notice me and wave, then exchange knowing looks with Teddy, who just rolls his eyes.

"Let's do this in my room," he says, guiding me upstairs to a spacious room filled with basketball medals and trophies. Family photos line the walls, and I notice his mom, who shares his dimple and beauty. His dad, on the other hand, has those striking hazel eyes that Teddy inherited.

"You can sit on my bed," Teddy offers, catching me as I take in his room. I sit on his bed, and he joins me, taking up most of the space. Our knees touch, sending an electric jolt through me.

"Teddy," I say, my voice low and filled with desire as our eyes lock. He looks at me, curiosity and anticipation in his gaze.

I inch closer, feeling the electricity between us. "I've been ovulating," I whisper, almost breathless. He looks puzzled.

"You don't know what that is?" I ask, my voice trembling with need as he shakes his head. I place my hand on his thigh, feeling the heat radiate through his joggers.

"It means I'm really fucking horny, and everything you're doing right now is driving me wild." His eyebrows shoot up, his breath hitching.

"Yeah?" he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, urging me to continue.

"And when you call me doctor, it doesn't help," I say, dragging my nose along his jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my skin. "Can you help me fix that?" I ask, my voice dripping with need as I look into his eyes. His gaze darkens with desire, and I let my eyes trail down to his bulge, clearly straining against his pants. "Then we can study after?" I add, my voice barely a whisper.

He smiles, a slow, teasing grin. "I don't think so."

I feel a surge of desperation. "Why?" I ask, my voice trembling with longing.

He wets his lip, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because if I help you, I won't be able to stop," he says, his voice husky with restraint. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel the heat between us growing unbearable.

"Fine, I'll do it myself," I say, my hands sliding to my intimate space, feeling the heat between us intensify. His eyes follow my every move, darkening with longing. Now sitting on his lap, I slowly unzip my shorts, teasing him. Just as I'm about to continue, he grabs my hand, stopping me, his touch igniting a deep, burning need within me.

He zips my shorts back up.

"I bet I can make you come without even touching your little pussy," he says, his eyes burning with desire.

He grabs my hips, slamming me against him as he groans, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

As I slowly grind on him, his groans grow louder, each one sending shivers down my spine.

I can feel his hardness pressing against me, so intense that it's almost uncomfortable.

His breath is hot against my neck, and every movement makes my body ache for more.

I let out a soft moan, grinding on him faster as I ride my high.

"I'm almost there, Teddy," I say breathlessly.

His fingers caress my hips, guiding me with every movement. His grip tightens, and I can feel the intensity building between us.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body, making me moan louder. His breath is ragged, matching mine, and I know he's close too. The tension is almost unbearable, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge, ready to let go.

His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mix of lust and determination. He pulls me even closer, our bodies pressed together so tightly that I can feel every muscle in his body. My heart races, and my skin tingles with anticipation. As I grind harder, I can feel the friction and heat building, driving me wild.

His voice is low and husky as he whispers in my ear, "Come for me, doctor." His words send me over the edge, and I finally let go, my body trembling with the intensity of my orgasm.

I look into Teddy's eyes, slowly riding it out before sliding off of him. Oh my god, did I really just do that? A wave of embarrassment washes over me. He didn't even touch me. My heart races, and I can feel my cheeks burning with shame. I sigh, looking down, realizing he didn't even come. The silence between us feels heavy, almost suffocating.

Desperate to break the unbearable tension, I stammer, "So, are we starting the project now?" My voice is barely a whisper, trembling with anxiety. Teddy's eyes flash with a mix of frustration and disappointment.

"You can start it," he snaps, his words laced with cold indifference. He turns and strides out of the bedroom, the door closing behind him with a definitive thud. The sound reverberates in the room, leaving me standing there, stunned and hollow.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the tears. I need to get the hell out of here—this is so fucking embarrassing. He probably thinks I came here just to fuck around with him.

I dial on my phone, tears dripping on the screen, and call Dixi. She answers immediately, "Dixi, I need you to pick me up."

Worry washes over her tone, "Why, what's wrong?"

I hold my sniffles back, "I'll tell you when you pick me up," I say before hanging up.

I feel my heart pounding in my chest, the anxiety almost suffocating.

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This is probably my favorite chapter so far ngl, but that's so embarrassing..