Page 55 of Pucking the Team

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t cross the line with my teammates’ girl. This is complicated enough, between whatever she did last night with Lukas and Alex, and the relationship she’s building with Ryan.

But ever since that night I met her in the club, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind.

And somehow, right now, she’s sexier than she’s ever been—her hair mussed from sleep, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. The thought of her in bed with Lukas and Alex should turn me off, but it weirdly has the opposite effect. I wish I’d been there with them.

I want to lick the taste of my friends off of her debauched body.

My cock twitches in my sweatpants at the thought. I should step back right now, before this goes any further. But the heat in Emma’s gaze tells me she wants this, too.

Like I’ve lost all control, I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Emma shivers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop,” she whispers.

That’s all the permission I need. In one smooth motion, I hoist Emma up onto the kitchen counter, stepping between her parted thighs. I kiss her with a hunger I didn’t know I possessed, devouring her mouth as if I’m starving for her taste. She moans into the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair to pull me closer.

I grip her hips, grinding my hard length against her. Even through our clothes, I can feel how hot and wet she is for me. She gasps as I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin.

“Slade,” she pants, arching into my touch. “Please…”

I know exactly what she needs. In one swift move, I reach up into the oversized shirt she’s wearing, yank her panties down her legs and toss them aside. Emma’s soaked and ready for me. I drop to my knees, draping her thighs over my shoulders.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I groan, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “I could eat this beautiful pussy for hours.”

Emma whimpers as I dive in, licking her glistening folds. Her flavor bursts on my tongue, sweet and tangy, and I lap it up greedily. She tastes like heaven and sin all at once. She tastes freshly used.

The idea of my friends’ cum stuck to her porcelain thighs gets me harder, and I suck at her clit.

Emma gasps, but then she’s pushing my head away. I look up, and she’s staring over my shoulders.

Lukas and Alex are standing at the edge of the kitchen, both of their faces unreadable. Time seems to freeze as Lukas and Alex stare at us, their expressions inscrutable.

I can only imagine what we must look like—me on my knees with my face buried between Emma’s thighs, her perched wantonly on the kitchen counter, flushed and panting.

But I refuse to act guilty or apologize for going after what I want. They haven’t when it comes to her.

Slowly, I rise to my feet, keeping my eyes locked on my roommates.

“Morning, boys,” I drawl, as if this is just another day in the locker room. “Care to join us?”

Lukas’s eyes flick from me to Emma, a muscle ticking in his jaw. For a second I think he might deck me. But then a smirk spreads across his face.

“Don’t stop on our account,” he says smoothly, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “In fact, I’d love to see more.”

Emma makes a soft, needy sound, drawing all of our attention. She’s still spread out on the counter, her chest heaving, her pussy drenched and swollen from my attentions. The sight makes my cock throb.

Alex clears his throat, his gaze darkening. “Slade, get back on your knees. Fuck our girl with your tongue until she can’t see straight.”

I quirk an eyebrow at Alex, pleased by his bold command. Looks like the coach has a kinky side. I turn my attention back to Emma, who is squirming deliciously on the counter, her eyes glazed with lust.

“You heard the man,” I growl. “I’m not done feasting on you.”

I sink back down, gripping Emma’s thighs to spread her wide. Her scent floods my senses again, and I groan, my tongue delving deep to taste her essence. She cries out, her fingers clawing at my hair as I fuck her with my mouth, lapping and suckling at her most sensitive spots.

I’m vaguely aware of Lukas and Alex watching us, but all my focus is on Emma, on wringing every possible moan and whimper from her trembling body. I slide two fingers inside her slick channel, pumping in time with the thrusts of my tongue against her clit.

“Oh fuck, Slade, yes!” Emma keens, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

Emma’s thighs begin to quiver around my head as I work her faster with my mouth and fingers. Her cries grow more desperate and mewling.

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