Page 82 of My Brother's Teammates

She shakes her head, a stray curl falling into her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to try?” Mateo sweeps the hair off her forehead.

She nibbles on her lower lip, her gaze flicking back and forth between the two of us. “Yes, please.” She moves her hips, the fabric of her dress rising to reveal more of her plush, creamy thigh.

“Please, what, Red?” Mateo’s hand is already moving along the freshly exposed patch of skin.

She sucks in a sharp, ragged breath that shoots right to my dick. Her innocence is intoxicating. Knowing we’ll be the first guys she’s had inside her together is something special. Sharing her with Mateo makes it even more monumental.

When Mateo’s fingers make it to the edge of her lace panties, she clenches her thighs together. “Fuck.”

“Please, what, Red?” Teo’s making her ask for what she wants, but the way she’s staring at both of us with those innocent-yet-hungry eyes might have me blowing my load in my dress pants any minute if I’m not careful.

“Touch me. Take me.” When the words fall from her lips, Mateo grins at me.

“You heard our girl, Ro. She wants us to touch her.”

For the first time since I’ve known him, I get why he likes watching. The way his fingers skim across her bare skin as he teases her, working her up into a frenzy with the mildest of touches, makes my heart skip.

Her skin breaks out in goose bumps under his fingertips, and her chest rises and falls faster and faster as he inches closer to her pussy, but he pulls back before he can get there.

The cutest frustrated growl bubbles out of her before he hooks his fingers into her panties and tugs. I’m not sure if he’s expecting them to come apart like some sexy movie or porn, but turns out our girl’s homemade panties are stronger than Mateo Reed.

“A little help here, Roman?” He cocks a brow at me.

She wiggles under him as I grip the fabric.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you—” She’s silenced by the short sound of fabric tearing. “Dare.” Her voice falls, but it’s short-lived. Mateo wastes no time dipping his fingers between her legs.

“Do you know how expensive good fabric is? And how long that takes to ma—” Mateo shoves the shredded piece of material into her mouth, but she spits it out just as fast.

Her range of motion is limited, so while a grumbling Mateo scoots her dress up over her hips, I tug the zipper at the side and pull the top down so I can get to her tits.

“Fuck it.” Mateo’s reached the end of his patience. He gets up on his knees and pulls her dress and strapless bra from her body, hurling it as far from him as he can like he’s allergic. “Much better.” He licks his lips then replaces his hand between her thighs.

She gives him an eye roll. “You’re paying for dry cleaning.”

“I’ll buy you all the dresses you want as long as I can fuck you in them.”

Her small smile is enough to melt me, the way she softens under the featherlight touches. But when her nipples get hard, I can’t just watch anymore.

I pepper her with kisses along her jawline, down the column of her neck. My lips skate along the length of her collarbone, and with each brush, I learn more about her. She loves to have the hollow where her neck meets her shoulder kissed, and when I nip the space with my teeth, her back arches.

Mateo grins at me, his fingers still teasing her clit with a leisurely restraint I didn’t think he had in him, while he watches me studying Charlotte’s every response to our touch. Kissing down the valley of her breasts makes her writhe.

When I pinch both her nipples at the same time, she hisses, then pants like she’s getting closer to her release. By the time I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, Mateo’s fingers on her clit have her on the edge as he kisses her senseless.

While I flick her nipple with my tongue, I slide my fingers inside her drenched pussy, my cock so hard it’s leaking into my boxers. Curling my fingers against her G-spot is what shoves her over the edge, and she screams, her body bucking under both of us.

After a few moments of moaning and convulsing, her body settles. Her face glistens with a sheen of sweat, her breaths are rapid pants, and every few seconds, a muscle twitches as the aftershocks hit her.

“Fuck.” A single word on a sated sigh. “Roman?” Her glassy eyes look up at me, her cheeks bright red, and beads of sweat prickling across her forehead.

“Yes, pretty girl?” I slide one of my fingers into her mouth while I kiss her to enjoy her sweet, musky taste, while Mateo cleans the rest of my fingers and then his own.

“Will you…?” She shifts, like the words are uncomfortable.

“Safe space, Red.” Mateo’s gentleness with her makes my balls ache. I can’t wait to empty them inside him while he’s the one writhing under me, begging me for release.

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