Page 88 of Bad Teammate
His dirty talk made me pulse with arousal. I spread my legs for him, eager to feel him inside me, when he asked a question that slammed the brakes on our plans—
“Do you have a condom?”
Condom.I hadn’t even thought of that! But birth control was thelastthing on my mind when I checked into this hotel.
I squeezed my eyes shut and slapped my forehead, a guttural groan escaping me.
“No,” I said. “No, I don’t.”
Was this virgin thing going to stick with me for the rest of my life?
“It’s okay.” He rolled onto his side, picked up the hotel phone, and dialed a number. “Hi. Could you send some condoms up to room 27C? Thanks.” He hung up and smiled at me.
“Theydothat?” I asked, surprised.
“Sure do,” he said, climbing on top of me again.
I was relieved, of course, that our plans weren’t screeching to a halt. But I couldn’t help but feel the slight sting of embarrassment now that anonymous people knewthe people in 27C were going to be having sex.
“Think the front desk people are snickering at us right now?” I asked.
“Doubt it,” he said. “It’s a hotel. They do that kind of thing all the time.”
“Oh, do they? So how many times has that trick saved you?” I asked, trying to gently tease him over his storied history with women.
“Hey.” He pushed a lock of hair from my face and brushed my comment aside. “You’re the only one that matters now.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself into him—I needed his lips now more than ever to reassure me. Holding me in his loving arms, he kissed me deeply, and all my worries and embarrassment dissolved like sugar in hot water.
Knock, knock.
Derek had to pry himself away from me and hurried to the door. He pulled a bill from his wallet and the exchange was done in an instant.
“See?” he said, returning with condoms in hand. “Not a big deal at all.”
I patted the mattress. “Get back in here.”
I climbed on top of him and our mouths met, our tongues tussled. His thickness pressed against my inner thigh, pulsing with agony and desire, begging to be set free. I loosened his belt and helped him out of his pants and boxers.
“Your cock is so big,” I muttered.
For the second time today, I took him into my mouth. He tasted even better than I remembered—bigger and thicker, too. Masculine grunts and groans filled the air as I slid my cheeks up and down his pounding length.
“Katerina,” he grumbled, clutching a fistful of my hair. “I want you so bad right now.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby,” he said, grabbing the condom. He bit the package and tore it open. I watched closely as he unfurled the rubber down his girthy thickness. With his penis now sheathed, he pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me.
My heart began to race—we’re really going to do this!
He spread my thighs and clasped my hands in his. His lips were as soft and silky as rose petals as they brushed against mine. He rocked against me, rubbing his big dick against my folds. A flustered heat burned in my insides—I needed to feel himinsideme.
“Please, Derek,” I said, moaning his name. “I want you. I’m ready.”
He angled his tip lower, setting it at my entrance. With his eyes locked on mine, he began to sink his weight into me.
“Yes,” I hissed as his big dick parted my folds.
