Page 98 of My Brother's Teammates

With my eyes locked on his, I nod again.

He presses his lips to the tip of my cock and I almost come out of my skin. It already feels so good and he’s barely started. “I haven’t done this before. Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

“Oh, fuck. You’re already perfect.”

As soon as his tongue licks up the length of my shaft, I spear my fingers into his hair.

We both groan, and my head falls back against the door with a thunk. Roman’s mouth closes around my dick, and I have to force myself to take a deep breath, to hold it together.

My best friend, a man I want with my entire being, is down on his knees, his tongue dancing along the Jacob’s ladder on the underside of my shaft, and I’m ready to explode like a teenager getting his first blow job.

I try to think of all the boring things, anything that will help me gain even an ounce of control, but then he cups my balls, rolling them in the palm of one hand. His other skates up my inner thigh before he rests a finger against my asshole.

Fuck. Fuck.

Even though every cell in my body wants more of him, I don’t know if I’m ready for him inside me yet. I just know I need him more than I need anything else in this moment. Fuck, I’m going to come soon.

As he circles my ass with his finger, teasing me with light strokes, he moves up and down my shaft, sucking me as deep as he can. He gags, but it seems to spur him on.

He sucks me harder, faster.

My legs shake as I let out a curse loud enough to wake the building. My eyes close, and my fingers tighten in his hair. His mouth feels so good. Too good. My fingers bite into his scalp as I start to crest the wave.

I’m so close, I won’t be able to hold back any longer.

I tap his shoulder, my fingers biting into his scalp. “Ro… I’m gonna…”

He presses more firmly against my asshole, overwhelming me with sensations as he hollows out his cheeks and sucks harder.

My breath catches as my orgasm hits with the force of a slapshot, making me lean forward over him a bit to steady myself. My entire body trembles as I come in his mouth, and he drinks me down like he’s been sucking my cock for years.

“Fuck.”

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as Roman slips off my dick with a smile. I’d love to comment about his cocky attitude, but it seems I’ve lost the ability to speak. Which is why, when he beckons me to follow him to my bedroom, I step out of my pants and boxers and follow him without hesitation or complaint.

When he closes my bedroom door behind me, he cages me against it, one hand splayed on the wood next to me, the other curling around my throat.

I’m normally the one doing the dominating. It’s an odd sensation being on the receiving end, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. When his hand flexes around my throat, I groan.

Shit. How can I be getting hard again?

Roman’s smirk tells me he feels it too. “You like that, Teo? You like someone else being in control for a change?” He drags his tongue up my cheek. “It must be exhausting being the one in charge all the time.”

His hand flexes again, drawing a sigh from deep inside me. He’s not wrong. His hand wrapped around my throat should make me irritable, confrontational, ache to put him in his place, but the thrill of someone else controlling everything right down to my very breath has my cock so hard it’s like I’ve never come before.

When he kisses me, it’s hungry—nipping teeth, clashing tongues, and a battle for control. With each lash of his tongue against mine, his hand tightens then loosens, and by the time we break apart, he’s flushed, eyes wild, and his lips are dark from my teeth.

“Lie down.”

There’s a piece of me that wants to push back, tell him to fucking lie down, but I’ve seen this guy at the gym. He may not be the fighter of the team, but he can hold his own. And there’s a big part of me that wants to see what he’ll do. See how far I can push him.

“I’ll lie down if you get undressed.”

He squeezes my cheeks with one hand, and I’d smile if I could. “So sassy.” When I turn to move to the bed, he smacks my ass, then quickly sheds his clothes.

Before he lies on the bed next to me, he pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom from my top drawer. Pointing the lube at me, he says, “This won’t last long. I almost came from sucking your cock.” He shakes his head. “I feel like a teenager all over again.”

The fact he can’t control himself only makes it hotter, and when he kisses me, skimming his fingers down my arm and through my hair, my body heats up all over again.

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