Page 51 of Tempting the Teammate
I pushed him, grunting, and said I was almost there, but he slapped his hands harder against my ass and pulled me in, ramming me against his throat. His gaze flicked up to meet my eyes, begging silently as he leaned into it and took me with him.
He thrust one hand into his pants, barely able to move it in the tight space, but I could see the tension releasing from his body, from his muscles, as he finally gave himself the pleasure he craved.
His other hand moved deeper between my cheeks, fingers dragging over my hole with precise pressure that made me tense up and lose control over my body.
A little moan broke through his nose, and I lost it, grabbing fistfuls of his rich curls and letting myself fly. Cum spilled into his mouth, the first time we did it like this, and his eyes went wide, eyebrows lifting high on his brow, and his cheeks went red. I came hard, throbbing in the warmth and wetness of his mouth and filling him until my cum trickled out the corners of his sinful mouth.
He trembled, his own orgasm ravaging his muscles, and swallowed hard as he pulled his head back. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Can’t believe how good you taste.”
I was dizzy enough from the intensity of the climax, and his words only pushed me harder into that ephemeral space between dreams and lucidity. “Kiss me. I want to taste it.”
When he rose again, we met in a kiss that tasted like sweat and lust. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “See?”
I did. I pulled him closer and kissed him again, tongues battling as I explored his mouth and he did mine in turn. Somewhere in the distant parts of my consciousness, I wondered if I would ever have enough of him. The idea was ludicrous. I had craved him my whole life. I had dreamed of him, begged all the deities to give him to me, and longed for this. A lifetime couldn’t be enough to settle that debt. A lifetime couldn’t be enough, but it was the best I could hope for.
EIGHTEEN
Andrei
Frozen grass crackedunder our shoes as we crossed the lawn of the large bed-and-breakfast off the Westmont University campus. The game was tomorrow night, but we’d arrived this afternoon for one practice session and to give the film crew time to set everything up. The Westmont University administration welcomed the show happily, then assured our people that the Steel Saints would be more than happy to send us packing in front of the cameras. It was the jovial banter we’d all come here for, and we were more eager than ever to kick everyone’s ass.
After practice, the team went their separate ways. Phoenix asked us to join him for drinks after sparring with his nemesis, Easton, who captained the Steel Saints. Griffin and I almost gave in to Phoenix’s plea for company when Mason swept in and dragged Phoenix off to a drag show neither of them had ever expressed any interest in.
Griffin had selected a chocolate museum nearby for a visit, and we’d tasted everything from the chocolate fountain to the dark chocolates of Belgian chocolate makers to the locally sourced bonbons from some guy in Christmas Falls who happened to be present and who gave a little talk about runninga small business in a competitive market while sourcing his supplies ethically. I’d never imagined chocolate shops to be a cutthroat industry until now. Then again, the history and the present-day struggles of cocoa sourcing should have been a tell that chocolate was far from a bite of happiness.
“That was depressing,” Griffin said as we neared the entrance door. “Sorry.”
I poked his rib cage through the thick jacket he wore. “I loved it.”
“I liked Milo,” he admitted.
“Because he’s cute?” I accused, mock jealous.
“Is he?” Griffin asked innocently. The fire was burning in the large fireplace in the guesthouse, and Griffin lingered near it for warmth. We had all night and a room just for the two of us. Most rooms had two single beds, so the arrangement was the same as at the team house back home.
He’d asked that question so innocently that it made me stop. “Seriously?”
He shrugged.
“The guy’s adorable,” I said. “And so is his husband.”
“Husband?” Griffin scratched his head. “When did you meet his husband?”
“The guy six feet to his left, who mouthed the entire speech like they’d been practicing together, had the same ring on his finger.”
Griffin laughed out loud. “I was more interested in cocoa.”
“Liar,” I said. “You just wanted to get to the shop.”
He unzipped his jacket and revealed the handmade packaging of Milo’s signature chocolate. “I’m glad you noticed the chocolate maker is cute,” he said, pretending to be jealous now.
“It’s funny that you didn’t,” I said. We moved up the stairs in unison. “Do you ever notice other guys?”
“I don’t notice much at all,” he said. “Other than you.”
I didn’t think he knew just how much those words lifted my heart. “Can’t you tell when someone’s attractive?” I asked, curious to know what it was like.
“I can tell you are,” he said, teasing, his voice lower, smokier, like a sexy purr that made my dick stir and my groin tense.
