When Teresa said, 'you can do whatever you want to me, later' she didn't imagine being tied up in her own bed. It's not that she's complaining, but she didn't expect Newt to order her to dress up, carry her to her house, and tie her up. She was only left in her pants when he did.
Teresa tugs at the scarf that keeps her hands tied to each other and the bed above her head, when Newt sucks on her neck.
"You want me to gag you, too?" He looks up at her with a satisfied smirk. He starts kissing her again, but instead of peppering her neck, he goes up her jawline.
"Oh, please! Like you could last without my moans, busting your ego," she teases. As if proving her point, he sucks the skin behind her ear, making another moan escape her.
"You might be right about this one." His fingers slowly drive her insane. Wherever he touches her, her skin feels on fire. Her body wriggles underneath his, covers in an uneven blush. She would cross her legs to get some friction, but he's lying between them, tormenting her as slowly as he probably can.
She knows it will be worth it in the end, it always is, but God, doesn't he feel how desperate she is? Doesn't he want her just as badly?
A wanton moan escapes her when she feels his fingers play with the button of her trousers.
"Newt," she whimpers.
"Everything I want, remember?" he mumbles as his lips travel to the valley between her breasts. Teresa forgets his fingers as his mouth covers her right breast.
She allows herself to close her eyes and feel Just feel.
Meanwhile, his hands slide down her pants along with her panties. He has to release her breast to take them off completely, earning a whine from her.
"You really need to work on your patience."
"Is it really a way to do it?" she groans. As an answer to her question, he leans down to kiss the side of her knee.
"You want me to stop?" He chuckles as her eyes widen. "I mean, I still have all of my clothes on so I can just get up and leave."
"I hate you."
"Is that a yes?" His lips move an inch higher, and he sucks on her skin. If they keep on going like this, her leg will be left purple for days.
"You started it. Be a man and finish it." She lifts her head, making sure to stare into his eyes as she utters the words. His eyes bore into hers for a few seconds, as if considering what she just said, before he grabs her and turns her on her stomach.
She gasps, not expecting the action. Grabbing her hips, he lifts her up on her hands and knees, and she wiggles her ass triumphally, knowing she's won. That is until she feels the mattress go up at the loss of weight.
She's about to call out his name when she hears a belt fall to the floor.
"You're a one needy shank, ya know that?" She laughs in response only to get her ass smacked.
"And you're a cheeky bastard."
She feels him get on the bed; his stomach soon hovers over her back, and his mouth's to her ear.
"But you beg for me anyway." She can practically feel the smirk that graces his lips, but before she can retort, he enters her, and the only retort she can master is a grind of her hips.
"Well, well, well, don't you look absolutely ravished!" Penny greets her with a proud smirk.
Teresa sets her tray on the table before she sits down in front of her, a blush already gracing her fair cheeks.
"Are you capable of talking about anything else?"
"Give me something as interesting, and I will. Now... Spill!" Teresa sighs, defeated.
"He might have tied me up last night." She tries not to smile at the memory.
"That good, huh?" Penny raises her cup to her mouth. "Gosh, how long have you guys been doing it? Maybe I should get myself a deal like that?"
"Why? Ran out of boys to screw, already?" Teresa raised her eyebrow teasingly.
"Why am I not surprised to hear that?" Amy came with a trace of her own and sat down next to Penny
"Don't judge me, you prude," Penny laughed.
"Wait, what?" Teresa asked with a dumb smile, not believing what she was hearing.
"I'm not a prude!" Amy defended herself.
"Oh, yeah..."
"C'mon what did I miss?"
"Ain't it obvious?" Penny laughed. "Amy's got a crush!" she pretends to giggle like an excited little girl.
"Who?" Teresa forces herself to show some excitement.
Amy bits her lip shily, and Teresa turns around to see what the girl is looking at. She immediately notices a mop of messy blond hair in the distance. He's not alone, and for a mere second, Teresa hopes that whoever is with him, is the one.
The moment Newt feels her gaze on him, he turns in her direction with a beam so bright it practically burns, and she forces herself to turn back. A spark in Amy's eyes only confirms her fears.
"Newt?" The name slips out of her lips involuntary. Amy nods enthusiastically.
"I mean, he's just so... so dreamy, and have you heard his voice? My God, his voice. It's just so deep and sexy and..." And everything else doesn't reach Teresa's ears.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
"Don't you think so?" Amy asks.
"Huh?"
"Amy was just melting thinking of Newt. Don't mind her, A," Penny says. "Teresa's clearly still tied up."
"Wait, what?" Great, just great.
"Oh, yeah! We were talking about her latest hooking before you started drooling over Newt."
"The one with an accent?" Teresa whips her head at the sound of Michael's voice.
"Yes!" Amy squeaks again.
Great! Pour us some tea, and we'll have a grandma's' party!
Teresa tries to pay attention as Amy rumbles on and on about her crush, nodding every now and then.
"I'd definitely let him tie me up, alright?" she laughs, but Teresa just knows she isn't joking.
"You barely ate anything," Michael points out quietly, not paying Amy any attention.
"I'm not hungry," she mumbles. "You want some?" she offers. He shakes his head and leaves her alone.
"Alright, sticks, time to get our asses to work," Penny announces, making Teresa feel like she can finally exhale.
But as she works, Amy's words ring in her ear. She's always known Newt is attractive - it's one of the reasons why he's hers fuck-buddy after all.
She desperately tries to keep herself busy till Newt comes, but she's already showered, and for some odd reason, she cannot focus on the book in front of her as she looks up at the door every five seconds.
So after a few minutes, she leaves it on the bed and goes to the bathroom again. She brushes her hair over and over until its straightness becomes the most infuriating thing, and she decides to tie them up on the side.
And as much as she likes the new look, Newt's still not there yet. She bites her lip in anticipation.
"Damn," she mumbles seeing her lips getting plump. She repeats the action a few more times. It hits her that she's never tried looking sexy before and decides she might as well go all in. She swiftly takes her clothes off, slightly destroying her new hair look along the way, but decides it looks even better slightly disheveled.
She ends up in her panties only, hot and bothered thinking of ways to drive Newt mad. Her palms involuntary end up on her breasts, her own fingers teasingly swirling her nipples. She imagines his callous hands gripping her body in a sturdy, possessive way of his, with his lips whispering teases, one of his hands slapping her ass somewhere along the way.
He better hurry. - She thinksas her right her falls from her breast to inside of her panties. Her diligent fingers work her clit as she imagines his doing so.
She has to bite her lip to keep the whimpers to herself, and can practically hear his voice tease her about it, telling her to come for him.
She doesn't.
When her knees buckle, she removes her fingers and washes her hands. With a quick glance in the mirror, she sees what hot mess she's become, and smirks. She pats her face with her still wet hands, hoping to rid of the blush, when she hears the door open.
Finally.
She orders herself to go slowly, and leans on the doorframe, bending her body lusciously.
She observes as Newt closes the door, his eyes on it, clearly clueless of her plans. She sees him holding a book, but she can't see the title from where she stands.
His puppy-like smile fades as soon as his eyes land on her, and the book makes a thud sound as it slips out of his grip and hits the floor. The sound bothers neither of them - Newt's too busy eye-fucking her, and Teresa's too busy holding back her smirk.
If she had a ribbon, she could as well be his Christmas present.
Teresa makes her way to him first, slowly, swaying her hips out of spite, knowing how crazy it drives him.
His hand grabs her hip when she's a foot away from him, crushing their chest together, bringing his lips to hers, his tongue devouring her mouth. She moans as her hands pull on his shirt, soundlessly ordering him to take it off. He does so in a hurry, meanwhile, her mind unclouds and she remembers her plan. As his shirt ends up on the floor, he reaches out to kiss her again, but she pushes him against the door.
Out of shock, he doesn't stop her, and she starts kissing his neck while her fingers travel up and down his chest.
Teresa feels him shivers as she sinks lower, soon ending up on her knees before him.
She leaves open, wet kisses above the waistband of his jeans, her fingers slowly unbuttoning them. The only sound between them is his shaky breath.
"Why so quiet now?" she mumbles against his skin as her hands slide down his pants. She doesn't allow him to step out of them as her hands ran back up to hold his hips against the door before she leaves a few kisses on his boxers, swirling her tongue when she feels his member under her lips.
"Tee," he moans as one of his hands grabs her pony and the other the side of her head, but she quickly slaps both of them away. She stares into his eyes as her she slides the boxers down. She lets them fall to the floor and starts leaving kisses on his skin, avoiding the place he most wants them.
Since he marked her (she actually loves those) she decides to return the favor and leaves a hickey on his hipbone.
"Bloody-" His hips buckles and she releases his skin to look at him again. With a raised eyebrow she chuckles,
"Who's begging now?"
Before Newt can answer, she takes him into her mouth, and once again, she's thankful for her hut to be so away from anyone else's.