Page 53 of Tempting the Teammate
“I would have waited,” I said. “And hooked up from time to time.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’d basically cheat on me.”
I twisted his nipple as my fingers came to it. “While you were happily married?”
“I’d never have been happily married,” he said. “It would be a marriage of convenience. I’d fuel my hockey stardom with my unexplored frustrations, while my wife explored her range of sexuality with the maid. But you,” he said, mock outraged. “You’d know what you want. You’d be committed to me, and you’d still go off and do it with a stranger.”
I couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter that swelled to the surface. “Let’s fight about it.”
“I’ll wrestle you,” he said, then tossed the chocolate over to the other bed and climbed on top of me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to my sides. “You lose.”
But I didn’t lose. Not the way I saw it. He leaned down and pressed his chocolaty lips against mine, kissing me deeply and sensually until I moaned right into his mouth. It wasn’t fair that I was in my boxer briefs and he still wore those annoying sweatpants. “Take them off,” I said against his lips. “I want to feel you.”
His smile spread against my lips, and he hesitated, then let me go and got up to take his sweatpants off.
Watching the waistband slide slowly down his legs made my heart beat a little faster. It always did. The light of the lamp bathed him in amber and aged gold while he slid his sweatpants down his muscular legs.
He pulled each foot out and knelt on the side of the bed with one knee.
My hand rested on my stomach as I lost myself in the moment. He picked up my hand, lifted it to his lips, and pressed a warm kiss against the back of it, then turned it and kissed my palm.
It was all out. Most of it, at least. Most of the things that had lived in the space between us, unspoken of and unacknowledged.
Griffin’s curly locks fell over his brow as he leaned down to kiss me, his lips heating up mine. It was like a kiss of life the prince bestowed upon Snow White’s lips. It was the breath I had lost, the heartbeat that had stopped, the chance where there had been only ashes of unfulfilled hopes and dreams.
Every time he kissed me felt this way. Every time was a new ripple of impossible things taking place across the galaxies.
Griffin’s tongue ventured into my mouth, meeting the tip of mine as I parted my lips for him.
He tasted like chocolate and pure lust. There was something so daring about Griffin, especially when he kissed me, and it filled me with wild desire for more.
I threw my arms around him and pulled him in, losing my breath as he crashed on top of me, both of us sinking into the mattress. He rubbed himself against me, hard dick thrusting against my thigh, and I held on to him, not letting any space invade the perfect unity between us.
“How are you this sexy?” he asked.
I didn’t know what to reply. There was no secret to it. I was myself at long last, and the real me was someone who belonged to Griffin. Perhaps that was what made me sexy in his eyes. Perhaps this willingness to be his everything, to split myself into shards and fly where the winds and currents of Griffin’s immense personality took me.
I pulled him closer instead of searching for the right words. I was beyond words. I lived for sensations in this moment, for the mix of scents, the symphony of touches, the naughty sounds, and the images playing out before my eyes that begged to be captured yet never truly could be.
I moaned as his weight descended on me again, his dick pressing against mine, and my hands slipped down to his ass, sliding under his underwear to feel the tender skin and the narrow space between his cheeks. He welcomed it, though the first time had made him tense up in anticipation. I had expected that it might, so I’d given him a moment to process it. To process the pleasure that came from the surprising sensation of my finger moving over his hole or reaching down to his taint from behind.
Griffin kissed the length of my neck, and I craned my head away, holding my breath and trying not to rupture.
When his hand reached down to my waist, holding me like I was his little toy, it made me shiver all over. I was whatever he wanted me to be.
My legs parted around his, and I yanked him harder into me, holding his ass in my hands and squeezing his cheeks in reply to the kisses on my neck that grew more heated with each passing moment. He kissed the tender space under my ear, sending ripples of short breaths and moans out of me.
Griffin pulled himself lower down the length of my body, his lips tracing my collarbone, slipping to my solar plexus, and kissing the middle of my abs. He moved lower still, until he had to kneel and drag his lips over the mound in my underwear.
It felt like the sweetest sin, the first sin, to have his lips explore me there. When he lifted the waistband of my underwear over my cock, his pupils grew bigger, consuming the hazel irises, replacing them with blackness.
He took my underwear off and whispered to turn around. “I want that ass, Andrei,” he said. “I’ll die without it.”
“So dramatic,” I said, playing with his curls between my fingers. But I turned around anyway, hugging the pillow as Griffin lowered his head to my butt, sliding his hot, wet tongue hard against my hole.
We indulged in each other’s bodies nearly every night. And on the nights when we didn’t, we lay together in each other’s arms as soon as we were alone, watching trash TV or just talking like we used to.
Some nights, we pleasured each other with our hands and mouths; some nights, he would hug me from behind and thrust his dick between my cheeks until I felt the heat of his cum spilling over me—it would inevitably tip me over and make my orgasm a thunderstorm in my chest—yet other nights, when we had hours to ourselves, we did this. This incredible, wonderfulthing that had always felt a little underwhelming, a little like a chore that might be more easily done on one’s own. Until now.
