Page 56 of Bad Teammate
We kissed deeper, opening ourselves to each other. Coyly, I lured his tongue into my mouth and fanned the flames of his desire. In a moment of passion, a stray hand—Derek’s—accidentally struck the keyboard. A dissonant chord rang out.
“Careful,” I scolded him playfully. “This is a very expensive instrument.”
“I know. I bought it.” He chuckled. “Should we go somewhere else?”
I nodded.
He rose to his feet and offered me his hand. I took it. My chest pounded as he led me down the hall to his bedroom. I was so nervous, but I wassurethis was the right time, the time I’d been waiting for.
Right?
Derek shut the door behind us and eased my racing heart with his soothing lips. I loved it when he squeezed me so tight in his thick, burly arms—wrapped up in him, with his woodsy manly scent all around me, I felt like nothing could ever get to me.
But I shrieked with surprise when, a second later, he scooped me off my feet as if I weighed nothing. My conquered heart throbbed as he carried me towards his bed like a caveman. He tossed me to his mattress like I was his plaything, and I was swallowed whole by his comfortable bed.
“Derek,” I panted as he climbed between my legs. His hands dragged up and down my sides, pawing at me, grabbing at my flesh. “Derek, wait.”
“Hm?” he asked, his attention elsewhere as he sucked at my neck. His stubble scraped against my flesh, my nerves prickling with pins and needles.
“I—” I ran my fingers over the ridges of his washboard abs, satisfying a deep and primal urge that put knots in my stomach. “I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” he asked, squeezing a handful of my breasts over my t-shirt.
But the prospect of telling him froze me with fear and my pulse began to pound in my neck. I was so afraid he’d reject me if he found out he would be my first. Hoping to make him forget I’d ever said anything, I frantically mashed my mouth against his and made him kiss me deeper still. He pressed his weight against me, taunting my intimate parts with the considerable bulge in his pants. His hips began to rock, plowing his throbbing manhood against my clenching heat.
“Fuck,” he whispered, “you’re so sexy.”
He hiked my t-shirt higher, over the swell of my bare breasts, and pulled it over my head. His eyes went wild and a hungry rumble escaped his throat.
“Iloveyour tits.” He cupped his rough, giant hands around my breasts, making them look small.
Suddenly worried, I covered my nipples with my hands. “They’re not too small?”
“God, no. They’re perfect.”
I removed my hands, showing myself to him. “Then they’re all yours.”
His eyes flashed with delight. “You know just what to say to a man, don’t you?”
Maybe?
He began to suck at my breasts, greedily alternating as if he were jealous that he couldn’t suck both at the same time. My tingling nipples hardened into taut, tawny buds, growing so puffy and full in his mouth. A tension in my body wound tighter and tighter as he played with my sensitive bits, until my belly began to ache with a too-sweet yearning.
“Derek!” I gasped, writhing.
Maybe that was the sign he was waiting for. Because just as soon as I yelped, he claimed my mouth with his fiery lips. My nipples were still ringing with a mix of ecstasy and agony when he slipped his hand under my shorts. My pussy melted against his thick fingers as our tongues wrestled.
“You’re so goddamn wet,” he whispered, his breath ragged and hot against my ear. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste you.”
I gulped nervously.Taste me?
“Tell me what you like,” he said as he slithered down my body. Gently, he laid a reverent trail of feather-soft kisses down my neck, over my tits, past my belly button.
“Um,” I stammered, embarrassed that I didn’t know where to start. “I don’t know?”
“That’s okay.” He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and tugged them lower, inch by inch, until they tumbled down my legs. “I’ll find out.”
I was naked before him. I felt exposed, almost embarrassed. I’d never been naked with another man before.
