Page 57 of Bad Teammate
“You’re perfect, Katerina,” he said, as if he’d sensed I needed reassurance.
I let out a happy sigh as he tossed my shorts over his broad shoulders.
He hooked his hands under my knees and spread my thighs apart. “Wow. What a cute pussy. So pretty and pink.”
His mouth moved closer. I felt the gentle puffs of his warm breath against me. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited, ready to experience the pleasures a man’s tongue could bring—
And I moaned with surprise as he touched his warm, slick tongue to my needy slit at last.
Oh, that’s nice.
Slowly, he dragged the tip of his tongue up and down my steamy folds, teasing them apart. If Derek was worried about Sasha coming home early and catching us in the act? He didn’t show it. He took his time—he wanted to savor me, one lick at a time, until I loudly panted and begged for more.
Andmorewas exactly what he gave me. He turned his focus to my clit and picked up his pace.Oh,now I was in trouble—his tongue beat at my swollen nub, pounding it with his slippery softness, and hot jolts of heavenly bliss coursed through my limbs. A smoldering glow began to spread through my belly, slathered through my tightened core like warm honey.
“Fuck, Derek,” I said, my breath barely a whisper as he licked me into a heightened state. Trying to stay grounded, I clutched at a fistful of bed sheets. “You aresogood at that.”
“You like it?” he teased.
“No,” I gasped, my toes curling, “I love it.”
He gave a confident snicker. “Thought so.” Threatening to stick his tongue inside me, he circled my entry with the tip of his tongue, making my hole heave with anticipation.
“You’re so dirty,” I managed to croak out as he dipped his warm tongue inside me—but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. I felt myself blossoming open for him like I was a flower, and he was a bee drinking my nectar.
“Can’t help it,” he growled with a thirsty grit in his voice. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
His dirty talk swept through me like a thrill.
“Yes,” I panted.
Then there was a new sensation rimming my entrance—his finger, big and warm. I thought I knew what to expect—because I’d experienced myownfinger before, of course.
But then, gently, he began to push in.
“Ooooh,” I bellowed as he stretched me open and filled me. My finger was nowherenearas thick and wide as his. The sultry heat in my groin burned hotter, spreading faster, and I thought my whole body might combust.
“Fuck,you’re so tight,” he snarled.
With his tongue working its magic and his finger thrusting in and out of me, Derek had me careening towards my climax. My hips began to tremble and quake with a rising sense of urgency. He was making me come so fast! Selfishly, I wanted it to last longer. I tried to bear down and stave my orgasm off—but the more I fought, the faster it sneaked up on me, until it took me by surprise.
“Oh my God,” I yelled. He finger-fucked me faster, harder, his tongue lapping away at my clit. My muscles locked tight, seizing as the tension inside me ratcheted higher. I sped past the point of no return and—
“I’m coming!”
My vision went white as every blissful nerve in my body began to throb and pulse with bright, shining euphoria. One wave after another crashed over me, dunking me in a sea of pure pleasure, until I finally had to come back up for air.
Gently, Derek slowed.
I was gone. Completely drained. So completely and contently drained.
“You’re so sexy,” I heard him whisper, his voice still in another world.
I felt him throw his heavy body next to me. The mattress cratered with his weight. He pressed his mouth to mine, his lips full and blistering hot, a touch of my musk on his tongue.
I cracked an eyelid, happy to be safe and sound in Derek’s bedroom. “Oh. Oh,wow.”
I shivered. The air had grown suddenly chilly, and I realized I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I wiggled under Derek’s bedsheets to warm up. He joined me under the sheets and pulled me against his blazing-hot chest. Quietly, we basked in the glow we’d created. There was no need to speak—only to be together.
