Page 99 of My Brother's Teammates

The need building in my body is so deep, so consuming, I grab him and try to roll him over, but he stops the movement. I’m flat on my back on the bed, his muscular body pinning me in place.

“Ah, ah.” He boops my nose. “I’m in charge, remember?”

Fuck. My balls tighten. Does that mean…?

“I saw how you watched my cock slide into Charlotte, Teo.”

I don’t move or breathe, a stabbing pain blooming in my chest.

He reaches between my legs, pressing his finger against my asshole. “Is that what you want from me, Mateo? You want my cock right here, just like I did with Charlotte?”

I hiss out a slow breath, tipping my head back. “Yes.” My voice is gruff, heavy with lust.

“I want you to relax and enjoy.” He pours lube on his fingers before working the liquid over my tight hole. He inserts a finger, stroking in and out of me so slowly, I can’t help the whimpers and moans that leave my lips.

“More.” I lift my hips, grinding against him. I need more of him. I need him closer. I need to fucking feel him everywhere.

I need him to claim me.

He adds a second finger, the burn feeling so fucking good as he slides into his first knuckle. He pauses for a second, the both of us panting, before he slides in the rest of the way.

Roman fucks me with his fingers at a measured pace. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I want to feel all of him inside me. I want him everywhere.

My hips rock against his hands and I let out a strangled groan that has him increasing his pace.

I’ve never been with a man before, but I want Roman to be my first and last.

He continues to pump his fingers inside me, and I’m a fucking desperate mess.

“Roman. Fuck. I need you.”

He nods, sliding a condom over his thick cock and coating himself with more lube.

He’s back between my legs, his dick lightly pressing against my asshole as his soft brown gaze captures mine. There are so many emotions flitting across his face. Sadness, love, nervousness, and a feral hunger that has him biting his lip. “Are you sure?”

“I trust you.” And I do. He won’t hurt me, and I know we both want this. Hell, we may both need to get lost in each other right now.

“Good. Because I’ve got you. Same rules as with Charlie, okay? Stop means stop. Relax. We can stop at any time.”

By the time he’s nudging the tip of his cock into my ass, I’m a panting mess. Words are gone, and all I can do is feel.

Feel the love pouring off him. The grief clinging to us like a second skin. The need to be close, to lose himself in me.

He holds my face, kissing me with a slow-burning passion as he pushes inch by inch into my ass. It burns so fucking good. Fuck. He slows down, giving me some time to adjust to his size, and I breathe for a minute. But then goddamn, I need him to move.

I rock my hips, forcing him in another couple inches, and I can’t help the low groan that escapes my lips as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

Fuck.

“You okay?” Roman manages to pant out, lifting his head to meet my gaze.

I nod. “It feels so good. So tight.” Another whimper. “That’s what he says.”

He chuckles. “More lube?”

I shake my head. “No, just… taking a minute to adjust.”

“To my giant, impressive cock.” He nods. “I get that a lot.”

---