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Title: Dreams Never Ended Like This
Author: chaps1870
Rating:NC17
Pairing: Rodney/Teyla
Word count: 5400
Warning: Pegging
Author's note: Trying to finish up some stories on my computer and found this one. It was supposed to be for Kink bingo but I never finished on time. Better late than never. Not beta'd so all errors are mine.
He shouldn’t be here and he was going to a special hell just for watching but he couldn’t make his feet move. It was an effort just to make himself lift his hand to check the time. His eyes darted to his watch barely noticing the time before they were back on the scene before him. Okay, he wasn’t early. He clearly remembered her asking to meet him at this time. That didn’t change the fact that she was stretched out on the bed stroking a cock, totally unaware of his presence.
He could be oblivious, but even he was sure he would have noticed that Teyla had a cock and yet she was lying there, naked and sweaty, head thrown back and stroking a fairly large cock that was nestled between her legs. From where he stood it looked real, matching her darker skin tone and if her writhing and moaning were anything to go by then it felt real as well.
Shaking his head, he blinked, thinking maybe he was dreaming. When that didn’t work, he swallowed hard and went back to staring, shifting on his feet to ease some of his discomfort. His burgeoning cock ached, rubbing against his boxers, making him twitch at the slightest movement. It was torture but he couldn’t flee. The thought of leaving was completely erased from his mind and he took cautious step forward, needing to be closer.
Licking his lips in an unconscious gesture, he took another step, his cock aching and his fingers twitching in anticipation. Teyla was moaning louder, her hand working the lifelike flesh in her hand. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, the way she stroked it, as if she could feel the slide of her fingers across it. It looked so fucking real that Rodney wanted to touch it. Wanted to taste it. More than anything he wanted it fucking his ass. Okay, if he was being honest, he wanted Teyla fucking his ass. Yep, he was going to hell.
Her hand moved faster, her voice more desperate. He could tell she was close, her breath coming in pants now. Slowly his eyes drifted upward, pausing at her breasts, mesmerized by their rise and fall and the tiny beads of perspiration that rolled over the dark mounds. Daring to glance up, his breath caught and he froze, pinned by her gaze.
Opening his mouth to speak, he stuttered wordlessly, unable to form anything near coherent. He could feel his face heat up in embarrassment and his eyes widened in fear. He was a dead man. The logical thing to do would be to flee, find a place to hide and hope—oh god, hope that she would eventually forgive him. Afraid to look and see the disgust or hate in her eyes, he turned to leave.
The sharp gasp of his name had him spinning back around. Teyla was arched on the bed, her eyes clenched tight as she trembled through an obvious orgasm. The hand on ‘her’ cock was squeezing it in long slow strokes, dragging out her release. Rodney whimpered as his cock gave a sympathetic twitch. If he touched himself right now, he was pretty sure he’d come.
When she finally caught her breath and opened her eyes, it was not anger that Rodney saw. He thought lust but he’d never seen such intensity directed his way so he could be wrong. He’d never been very good at figuring out social cues.
When she beckoned him closer with a nod of her head he decided he must be dreaming. Dreaming or not, he was not stupid and he scrambled forward, kneeling at the end of the bed between Teyla’s outstretched legs. Licking his lips again, he barely stopped himself from leaning forward.
He was torn between staring at the cock in front of him, curiosity and arousal warring with him, and Teyla’s face. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, he lifted his head. Teyla was smiling, a sort of a lazy, amused smile or it could be a sex sated smile. She practically breathed her next words, “I thought you might find this worthy of your attention.”
He nodded vigorously, but still couldn’t speak, his mouth too dry and there just wasn’t a good way to respond that would come out intelligible. Shuffling forward on his knees, he reached out to touch, managing at the last minute to stop himself. Looking up, he stammered, “May I…”
Lifting up on her elbows, Teyla nodded solemnly, but he could see the gleam of something more in her eyes. Yep, definitely dreaming. No longer able to control himself, he reached out and tentatively touched the cock. He couldn’t really think of it as Teyla’s because that brought up too many images in his head that would most assuredly mark a special place in hell just for him.
It felt so real, yielding under his touch, that he almost pulled away but Teyla gasped and his fingers lingered, wanting to hear her again. Tracing the length of the semi-soft shaft he couldn’t stop himself from observing that for every action there was an equal and opposite reaction. He was captivated by the sheer beauty of the cock and the way it reacted to his touch, the way it felt. It appeared to be meshed with her skin rather than strapping on like most he’d seen. Not that he’d seen that many strap-ons but this most definitely had no strap. Even more impressive was that it seemed to be wired into Teyla’s pleasure centers because each touch elicited a reaction, not to mention the way it hardened beneath his fingers.
Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, he asked, “Can you really feel that?”
“It is very pleasurable,” Teyla answered, her voice low and sultry. She was stretched out, arching into his hand.
“But how?” He asked, equal parts curiosity and disbelief. Whoever developed it was either a genius or this really was a dream.
“I do not know how it works, only that it does,” breathed Teyla, falling back to lie on the bed.
“Where did you get it?” His hand never stopped moving, and he wished there were balls he could roll around in his hand. Not so much for his sake but to see what reaction he could get from Teyla.
Breathing heavier, his eyes were torn between the cock and her breasts. He liked breasts, especially Teyla’s and he’d always kept his eyes away from them, afraid she’d cut off his nuts if he dared a peek. He was partial to his balls and wanted to keep them, thank you very much. But now they were naked breasts and he couldn’t really be expected to keep his eyes off them. Besides this was his dream and he should be allowed to look. Oooo, and maybe touch later. Touching would be good.
Teyla moaned, “The Jorpadans. They are traders.”
He startled at her voice and realized that his hand had tightened on the cock. Relaxing his hand, he stroked a few times and then tightened his grip, smiling when he heard Teyla moan again. His cock was painfully hard but he didn’t want to come yet. While Teyla might be able to come multiple times, he’d only had one shot at this and he always woke up after he came. Or worse, right before. He hated those nights.
Teyla was squirming now and he could tell she was close again. He couldn’t decide which is hotter, her coming or the cock in his hand. Maybe both. Moving his hand faster, twisting it on the upstroke in a way he liked himself, he pushed her closer to release. When it happened, there wasn’t any kind of ejaculate which he hadn’t really expected but thought it would have been very cool. He had to press the heel of his free hand against the base of his tightly clothed cock or he was gonna come too. Closing his eyes only helped a little because he could still hear her gasping for air.
He didn’t know how sensitive she was and he really didn’t want to spoil a good thing so he made himself remove his hand when her orgasm died off. She was boneless on the bed, breathless and moaning, “Rodney, do not stop.”
Panting for air, he clenched his eyes tighter and pressed down harder on his cock. He chanted to himself, don’tcomedon’tcomedon’tcome.
At the moment, he was torn between wanting to suck on it just to satisfy his curiosity or beg to be fucked. If it really was a dream he would really hate himself if he wasted the opportunity and decided to go for broke. Without bothering to ask for permission he leaned over and gave the semi-hard cock a quick taste. He expected something latex like a dildo but it was, for the most part, tasteless. As close as he was, Teyla’s smell drifted upward through his nose to slip onto his tongue where he could almost taste it.
As he slid his lips around the head of the cock, Teyla jerked and he tried to pull away only to be held in place by the tight grip of her fingers in his hair. Oh god, that was hot. Taking more into his mouth, he was surprised by the smoothness of it, textured like most cocks but smooth enough that it slid in easily, not hanging up where there was no lubrication. The more he sucked, the harder it got until Teyla was moaning, trying to push it deeper as he worked it into his mouth.
Very carefully, he moved his hand upward, drifting over the tightness of her abdomen to the swell of her breasts. He hesitated, unsure.
“Yes, please, please, Rodney.” Teyla’s breathy response was enough to keep him going.
Teyla was all smooth curves and glistening muscle and that was way beyond anything he’d imagined. He’d always been very careful in his admiration, keeping it distant so as not to arouse her suspicions. Until now, he was pretty sure she was way out of his league. Not that he wasn’t a worthy catch, it was just that most women—or men, didn’t really appreciate what he had to offer.
He sucked greedily on the cock in his mouth while his fingers played with her nipples. He was a happy man and with Teyla thrashing beneath him, arching into his touch, he was pretty sure she was happy as well. He couldn’t keep his fingers still and his free hand inched between her legs, feeling the moisture of her orgasms there. She was so wet and his fingers encountered the base of the cock, surprised to find that it enclosed the bundle of nerves. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it as his fingers brushed against it as they entered her. Inside was another part that moved when she did and he could almost feel it ripple each time he sucked on the cock.
The mechanics of the cock baffled him. His mind was a scary place when he realized just how good his imagination apparently was. Not enough to stop him, of course, because hey—sex. Being a genius had to count for something.
Deep breaths and mathematical proofs kept him from coming. He was getting closer to his own orgasm and he wasn’t sure if he could drag it out much longer. Hell, he was not even sure he’d survive another of Teyla’s orgasms. She was so wound up that it was hard to keep up the coordination required to suck the cock, squeeze her nipples and finger fuck her all at the same time.
She smelled so good and the wetness coated her thighs as he fucked her harder, pushing his finger deeper in time with sucking the cock. It was the begging that finally did him in.
“Do not stop. Please, harder.”
He couldn’t concentrate through the ache in his cock and had to remove the hand from her breast to stop himself from coming. It was only a temporary measure because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to control his release when she finally came. She was bucking into his mouth, and trying to push his fingers deeper all at the same time. He tried to keep up, relaxing his throat so that she could thrust deeper, all the while twisting and pushing his fingers deeper.
When she latched onto his ear with one hand and his hair with the other, holding him firmly in place as she jerked up sharply into his mouth, he couldn’t stop it, the burning ache or the spastic reflex of muscle as his orgasm hit. Teyla buried the cock deep in his throat and he couldn’t breathe. It only made his own release more intense the harder she pushed and the more she screamed. The lack of oxygen ramped up the pleasure as his body tensed, jerking uncontrollably as he came in his pants. He needed to breathe but it seemed secondary to the overwhelming sensation ripping through his cock.
The was just enough awareness to know he hadn’t woken up and the cock in his mouth was slowly softening, giving him back his air as it slid out of his mouth. He collapsed half on top of Teyla, gasping for air as the aftershocks hit him. Teyla shuddered under him and he should probably try to move so he didn’t crush her, but he couldn’t. His limbs weren’t working and he was sinking deeper into post coital bliss.
This was usually where he woke up but apparently he had been good boy because he not only hadn’t woken up but Teyla was petting him. Huh.
He was curled around her waist, his head pillowed on her stomach as she was played with his hair. His brain was coming back on line and he mumbled, “Why?” It seemed like a perfectly valid question. Shit like this didn’t happen to him.
Teyla chuckled softly, “You are more open minded than most here.”
Rodney snorted, “You mean because I’m bi?”
“If by bi you mean you appreciate both the male and female form, than yes.”
“I can’t be the only one. You could have asked one of the women. I’m sure you’d have no shortage of takers on that.” He paused then added thoughtfully, “I’d uh… I’d actually pay to see that.”
She slapped at his head playfully. “I do not desire other women.” Her fingers drifted to his brow, pushing sweaty strands of hair aside. “It is you I wished to do this with.”
“In fact…” Faster than he would have thought possible, he found himself flat on his back with Teyla stretched out above him, smiling mischievously. “I think you should get undressed and join me.”
Rodney sat up and removed his shirt even as Teyla removed his pants and shoes. Within minutes he was naked and she was poised above ihim. She looked down at him and smiled seductively. “I would like to do much more.”
To emphasize her point, she arched into him, sliding her cock against his. A moan escaped as his cock twitched. Teyla slithered down his body, the pure sensuality of the move might have been enough to get him hard again if he hadn’t just come.
Lifting up onto his elbows, he watched as she settled between his legs, her mouth mere inches from his cock. It was possible that he wasn’t dreaming but rather he was dead and he’d miscalculated the whole existence of heaven.
Her tongue darted out and licked at his softened cock. She flashed him an evil grin. “I would like to be inside you when you come again.”
Rodney’s cock made a valiant twitch and he whimpered, he couldn’t help it. “Oh god, yes. Whatever you want.”
Sitting back on her heels, she tilted her head slightly and looked thoughtful. “Hmm. Perhaps it would be best then if you were on your stomach.”
His body was already obeying her commands even as he asked nervously, “Um…you have lube, right? It’s…it’s been a while.”
She was reaching across his back to the nightstand and he could see her grab a small pot he assumed was the lube. “I will not hurt you, Rodney.”
“Good, good, that’s good,” he sighed, only to tense a bit when her hands touched his ass and began caressing.
“Relax, Rodney.” Her hands were firm but gentle, easing away any remaining tension and he couldn’t resist pushing back into her hands, his ass wanting more than a simple caress. It had been so long since he’d had a good fucking.
Slick fingers eventually guided there way to his entrance, but Teyla took it slowly, teasing him until he could feel himself begin to harden again. It seemed like forever before a single finger breached his entrance and he lifted his ass wanting it deeper, wanting more.
“Patience,” Teyla said, amused. “I think I would like to see how many times I can come before you do, Rodney.” She leaned over his back, two fingers pressed in deeply as she breathed in his ear. “Would you like that? I have a leather ring I can restrain you with. Keep you from coming for as long as I want.”
Rodney mewled, “Yes, yes, I want you in my ass, Teyla. Please.”
Pulling her fingers free, she patted him softly. “Rise up on your knees and we will see how long you can go before you are begging and screaming for release.”
“Oh god, best dream ever,” Rodney said as he got his knees under him. Teyla reached around him, opening a drawer in the nightstand and pulling out a leather band. He swallowed hard, his cock throbbing painfully as he watched her settle in front of him, her cock bobbing between her legs. It seemed so wrong but god, it looked so hot and he wanted it in his ass…now.
Her hands were deft and nimble, wrapping his cock and balls in the leather before tying it in a simple knot that would come free with a single pull. It was tight, but not painfully so, and with his balls pulled up so tightly he knew she was serious about not coming.
She leaned down and licked a small drop of precome off his cock and asked, “Comfortable.”
Rodney couldn’t speak, he could only stare and nod his head frantically. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as she kissed the head of his cock before moving behind him once again. He tried to follow her, moving his head around but a gentle push between his shoulder blades had him falling onto his hands. He felt terribly exposed for all of two seconds before her slick fingers pushed into him again. As hard as he tried he couldn’t resist pushing back. He wanted her cock in his ass so badly. It had been too long.
After several long moments, her fingers retreated and he cried out at the loss. He was trembling with anticipation and he heard her first, the slick sound of skin on skin as she prepared her cock. One hand grabbed his hip and he felt the blunt head of her cock touch him, pushing against the resistance of the tight ring of muscle.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed back, not giving her time to enter slowly. He wanted it, needed it so badly that the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. Panting, he dropped to his elbows, lifting his ass higher and forcing her cock deeper. Her own breath was heavy as they both stilled, taking time to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.
Her fingers tightened on his hip as she gasped, “I have never done this. I…it is so tight. I did not know it would be this good.”
Rodney was clenching his fists in the bedsheets, fighting for air as he tried to answer, “Oh god, Teyla. I need you to move.”
He could hear her heavy breathing in the quiet room and wished he could see her. With his head to the side he could only get a peripheral view of her glistening body as she knelt behind him.
“I…I…” She pulled out slowly, hesitating before pushing back in with more force. “I am…sorry” Her thrust was harder on the next one. “I cannot stop.” She was fucking him harder now, her hands like vice grips on his hips as she forced her cock deeper and more forcefully with each thrust. “I am…coming.”
The nails of her fingers dug into his hips and he knew they would leave marks but he so didn’t care. His ass pulled tightly against her groin as she rode out her orgasm, her hips stuttering as the last of her release came.
His balls were so tight against the leather band, his cock was leaking but she had him held so tightly he couldn’t move. The cock in his ass began to soften but she held him in place even as she slumped over his back. Her breasts were slick with the sweat between them and his own breathing matched her heavy breaths. He didn’t move, afraid of dislodging the cock that still impaled him.
Teyla’s hips undulated slowly, minutely as she whispered, “Give me a moment. Then I will fuck you long and slow.”
They lay like that for a long while, Teyla catching her breath and Rodney trying to calm the rising desire. The cock in his ass went from semi-hard to hard and he knew she was aroused again. He’d never had a cock harden in his ass and it felt amazing. He could feel his asshole stretch as her cock thickened and his breath quickened. His sweat mingled with hers making them both slick as they rubbed against each other.
Okay, maybe it was just a dream but he could live with that. His cock was so hard it could pound nails and he needed to come but not coming was good too because that meant this could go on forever.
Teyla slide lower, rubbing her chest across his back, caressing him with her nipples as she pulled out slowly only to push back into his ass just as slowly. It was maddening but so fucking good. His ass was stretched as she thrust into him and he arched his back trying to help her find that one spot that would sharpen his arousal. When she finally hit his prostate, he cried out sharply, “Yes. Right there. Again.”
Not increasing the slow pace she tagged his prostate again and chuckled softly, “There?”
Rodney couldn’t speak, his hands gripping the bed as he pushed back. He wanted to her to fuck him hard, wanted to touch himself, wanted to beg for it but he bit back any pleas that might embarrass him.
Her aim was perfect now that she knew his reaction and she teased with a sultry voice, “You are making me so wet, Rodney. I can feel it dripping from me even now. You are so tight and…” She thrust into him sharply but pulled out slowly. “I am close. Are you close, Rodney. Do you want to come? Are you ready to beg for it?”
Rodney bit his lip and remained still, the sweat dripping in his eyes as she continued her assault on his ass. Each forward thrust was sharp and deep, hitting his prostate and each pull back was slow, dragging the pleasure from him. He felt the cock in his ass stretch him fuller and felt the shudder of her second orgasm. Panting for air, his cock throbbed painfully. He tried to hold still for her. Let her bask in the release but his body wouldn’t be stilled. Pushing back he tried to rise up, get his hand under him so he could stroke his cock. Even if he couldn’t come he needed to touch himself.
Teyla’s hand came down sharply on his ass. “Do not move.”
It should have hurt more than it did but it was oddly mixed with pleasure, ramping him higher. He was gasping between breaths, “I need to come. Please, Teyla”
The cock in his ass hardened faster and her hands were pulling on his hips. “Sit back and show me how badly you need to come.”
It was difficult to get to his knees without dislodging her but he managed. The new position drove her deeper and his breath caught. He felt so full, her cock deep in his ass that he didn’t want to move. She refused to move, letting him set the pace, letting him fuck himself on her. His face flushed red, spreading to his chest before his need outweighed his embarrassment.
Rising up slowly, he sank back down, getting used to the change in position, savoring the sensations that coursed through him. He’d never denied himself an orgasm before, not this long and it was building to unimaginable heights. Looking down as he impaled himself on her cock over and over, he was mesmerized by the deep purple, the pulsing veins and the ways his balls strained within the leather bond.
“Faster,” cried Teyla, sitting motionless beneath him. Her breath was hot against his back and her hands gripped his waist, not restraining him, but guiding his movements. As her breath quickened, her hand darted down to his aching cock, stroking him as he lifted up and dropped down on her cock, harder and faster.
He was desperate to come, her hand gripping him tightly as she bucked up into him, her patience gone as she neared completion. He could feel her desperation match his own and he moved faster, slamming down onto her cock as she thrust upwards. Her scream startled him and the grip on his cock was almost painful as she writhed under him. The cock in his ass seemed to throb as her orgasm claimed her and her body convulsed beneath him. It seemed to go on forever and he was still trying to fuck himself on her cock, desperate for his own release even as it softened and slipped free.
He cried out and slumped to the bed, his own hand reaching down to strip his own cock. He needed to come, had never needed it as badly as he did right now and he would have done anything to ease the ecstasy he was in. It was almost painful to be this aroused and he could feel the tears of desperation mar his face. He didn’t care what he looked like, he just wanted to come.
He had no idea how long he lay curled up, whimpering and moaning as he stroked his cock, harder and faster, completely unaware of the leather that forbid him from coming.
Gentle hands eased him onto his back and his hips humped upward into his hand. He was bathed in sweat, his nerves dancing with pleasure as he stroked himself closer and closer to nirvana. He was vaguely aware of his legs being spread, of his ass being lifted and a cock entering his ass again. Oh god, it was heaven and he let it wash over him, his hand falling away from his cock as the sensations in his ass took all his concentration. He loved this. Loved being fucked and he’d forgotten how good it could be. Forgot how it made him forget everything but the pleasure.
He let it seep into him, let it consume him. He could feel the blood pulsing in his cock, could feel his balls pulling tighter and tighter. A voice drifted across his consciousness, taking him higher and higher. “You are so beautiful, Rodney. I have never seen one as aroused as you are at this moment. I want to do this over and over. Put you in this place so that only I may see it.”
Lips pressed to his, devouring him and he kissed back. His tongue demanded entrance and his brain registered the heady flavor of Telya and he opened his eyes, not realizing he’d closed them at some point. His hands sought out her soft skin and he hunched upward, straining against her for the friction it provided his aching cock. She pulled back, and reached up, cupping his cheek.
He couldn’t stop the gasping sobs as he struggled to breathe, “Need to…come. Please…Teyla.”
“Shh. You will come soon.” Her own face was flush, her eyes dark with desire as she thrust into him. She stopped for a moment and pushed his legs higher until they were touching his chest. He grabbed them behind the knees to hold them in place as she started to slam into him. Each thrust harder and faster, riding on the edge of desperation. She tried to kiss him but it interrupted the rhythm and she pulled away.
Her hands held him tightly as she pounded into him. He couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful and his body rose to unimaginable heights as she fucked him. He wanted to see and he lifted his head, staring down where their bodies were joined. Her thick cock sliding in and out of his ass only added to his mounting need.
She was bathed in sweat, her skin glistening in the candlelight room. His own skin was soaked, his hair matted to his head but he didn’t care. He was so desperate that his body screamed out for release. His muscles trembled and he writhed beneath her as she strove for release. He strained to breathe as he shuddered uncontrollably, his cock painfully hard and throbbing. Teyla’s breath quickened, her breasts swaying before him and he reached up, grasping them in his large hands. The nipples were hard and a quick flick of his thumb across the tender nub had Teyla crying out. She slammed into him harder and he did it again, almost crying out his own need as she pounded unrelenting into his ass..
He continued his ministrations on her nipples, caressing, pinching and squeezing until finally she was there. He thought that she would take this further but suddenly she reached down between them and pulled the string that bound him and he could no longer think or see, all he could do was feel. His body tensed sharply and his muscles seemed to seize as his orgasm began. It was like watching it in slow motion. He felt his balls draw up to the base of his cock. He felt the blood rush into his cock and felt it swell as his ass spasmed and suddenly he exploded in a white light of unheard of pleasure.
It ripped through him, leaving him helpless as he convulsed on the bed, the cock in his ass still pounding his prostate, milking him and he couldn’t control it. Couldn’t stop the scream as the pleasure took over his senses. His cock pulsed stream after stream and he was only vaguely aware of the hot strips that landed on his chest and neck and face. It seemed to go on forever, Teyla’s scream mingling with his own until his body could take no more and darkness claimed him.
He came back slowly, his body sex sated and he twitched in the aftermath of his powerful orgasm. He’d never come so hard or so long in his entire life and never in a dream. He shifted on the bed, his muscles sore and his ass pleasantly aching. That was strange considering it was a dream. His eyes flew open and he turned his head sharply to the side only to find her smiling brightly at him. Collecting himself, he smiled shyly. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Um…so not a dream, then,” Rodney stuttered.
Teyla chuckled and settled closer, her breasts pressing to his arm as she slung a leg over his. “I would hope not.”
He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. He felt it then. Felt her cock nudging his thigh. “Are you going to take that off?”
She thrust against him playfully. “Hmmm. I thought I might leave it on for a while yet.”
Rodney lifted his head and stared at her, stammering, “Are you trying to kill me?”
Teyla laughed, “If you are not up to it, perhaps you would like to watch.”
Rodney flopped back on the bed and sighed, “Oh god.”
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