Page 66 of Bad Teammate
“Why? Still pretending like we shouldn’t do this? I’m starting to think you enjoy the drama most of all. Don’t you?”
“No … believe me, it’snotthe drama …”
I grabbed him by the base and wrapped my lips around his tip. He tasted just like he smelled—nutty and masculine, like warm milk and almonds. He lightly gasped as I pushed down on his length, doing my best to swallow as many of his inches as I could.
“Oh God,” he whispered, watching the blowjob beneath the covers with a tortured expression on his face.
I pulled him out of my mouth with a suction-breakingpop.“Am I doing okay?”
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Sogood, baby.”
My heart raced when he called me that. God, how I loved to please him! I threw my lips over his head again, sucking him and thrashing my tongue against him, determined to get his seed. His hips began to tremble and he cursed beneath his breath, and his abs clenched tight.
Trying his hardest not to make a noise, he palmed the back of my head, and his cock began to throb deep in my throat.
“Hnnnngh!” he rumbled as jets of warmth splashed against the roof of my mouth.
His taste was sleek and salty, with a minty touch of something metallic. I swallowed down his cum, one burst after another, until his cock stopped pulsing. I massaged him between my lips until he grew limber. When he fell out of my mouth, I pulled his boxers up to his waist and put his cock away.
I slithered back up his body, which sweltered with a humid heat, and kissed him on the mouth. “How’d I do?”
“Oh my God,” he whispered, still panting for breath. “Oh my God, Katerina.”
I ran my fingers through the sweat-misted hair between his pecs. “Not bad for my first time, then?”
“Not bad?” His chest rose and fell as he struggled for air. “Are you sure that was your first time?”
I giggled. “I’m very sure.”
“You made me come so fast.”
“Good.” I could barely contain my smile. I slipped out of the bedsheets and escaped before we could get caught. “Consider that a hint of what’s to comelatertonight.”
His brow wrinkled. “Later?”
“Mm-hm. But don’t think about that now; you’ve got a game to focus on.” I pulled the sheets up to his neck and tucked him in. “Go back to sleep so you’ll be well rested, okay?”
I hurried into the kitchen and quietly started prepping for tonight’s dinner.
***
Hours later.
The rink had gone quiet, but our row—the players’ wives and girlfriends—was still on our feet, trying to spread some cheer.
“LET’S GO, DEV~ILS!”
Clap clap, clap-clap-clap.
“LET’S GO, DEV~ILS!”
But our boys were getting pounded 4–0 in the first period by the Colorado Blizzard, and our ten voices were drowning in a sea of apathy. The fans couldn’t be bothered to even clap with us, let alone chant. When it was obvious that our efforts to ignite some excitement were falling on deaf ears, we stopped shouting and slinked back into our seats, hoping to fight another day.
“This place is like a morgue,” Emma griped.
Austen agreed. “How do they expect us to claw our way back into the game when it’s so depressing in here?”
Wanting to fit in with the girls, Mackenzie shook her head. “Aw, mannn.”
