Page 45 of Tempting the Teammate
For my part, I was lost. I was completely lost between the moments of lucid understanding that something incredible was happening and the wanderings of a dreamer chasing all his dreams.
In one moment, I grew aware of the slowly rising moans that came from my lips. In another, I realized that my face hurt from the tense frown that creased my eyebrows. And yet another time when my soul passed through my body when I felt the sudden tension of Andrei’s throat as he pushed down harder, impaling himself on my dick with the same stubborn persistence that had brought him all the way to the Arctic Titans and Northwood University.
He grabbed me harder, hands moving behind my back and to my ass. He held my cheeks, his palms slick with sweat, and yanked me closer, forcing me into his mouth until I felt my balls growing tight with the intense need to come.
I pushed him off, breaking free, far too dangerously close to ending things before either of us wanted to. “Wait,” I huffed. “I almost came.”
Andrei’s lips stretched into a bright smile as if that made him proud. I didn’t understand it, but seeing him smile was all I needed to understand. “I can’t believe I just did that,” he said, licking his lips.
I glanced down. His chin was wet, saliva shining under the penetrating red light. His body had a gloss of sweat, and his underwear was close to ripping with the size of his hard cock.
“Stand up,” I said, giving him my hand.
He flinched just a little as he straightened, his dick so hard that the inner seam lifted off his groin.
“Take them off,” I said. “I have to see you. All of you.”
He hooked his thumbs inside his underwear and pulled the edge over his dick. He bent down and stepped out of them, then straightened again.
He was incredible. Big and hard, he was nearly the same size as me, with smooth skin around his dick and heavy balls between his legs.
I could almost recall a time when it would have made me squirm awkwardly, look away, think of anything else at all but face the fact that I was looking at a naked man. Come to think of it, I’d always avoided this. I’d always kept my eyes completely and perfectly away from the guys in the locker room, particularly those guys who were freer with their bodies.
But seeing Andrei like this, naked and smooth and hard as rock for me, made my pulse speed up tenfold. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch every last part of him. I wanted my tongue on his balls, my lips around his cock, my face between his cheeks. I wanted it all, and my throbbing cock said it for me.
A nervous chuckle pulled me back to this moment. “You really like it, huh?”
I remembered to breathe then. “Fuck, but I do.”
He stepped forward, then put his hands on my waist and made our bodies touch. His dick was incredibly hot against my flesh when we held one another. It throbbed shamelessly, the tension palpable, and the scent of precum caught me unprepared. It was a delicious scent of sex, made to drive me crazy with lust.
“Fuck, I want you,” I growled and kissed him. He smelled like me, like my cock and precum, like the sins we shared in the dark, red room. He tasted like copper and salt and sex.
My tongue met his greedily, licking the traces of myself as I tightened my hold around his torso, crushing him in a desperate, urgent hug. Then we parted, and I pushed him back just enough so he knew to sit down on the bed.
His legs spread, and he leaned back, planting his palms on my mattress and letting his dick stand at full mast between his legs. He was so stiff it wouldn’t rest on his abs.
I knelt before him, positioning myself between his legs, and realized I was breathing way too quickly.
“If you’re afraid,” Andrei began.
“I’m not afraid,” I interrupted. “There’s nothing I want more than this.”
He nodded. “Just saying…”
I smiled for him. “It’s not what you think. I never did anything like this. I’m just worried it won’t feel good.”
He put his hands on my face and looked into my eyes. “Griff, I’ve dreamed of this for years. Do you think there’s anything you could do that I won’t like? I’m in literal heaven right now.”
I nodded. It gave me courage in such a physical way that I saw the fears being dispelled. He leaned back again, bending his arms and planting his elbows and forearms on the bed, his chin pressed against the space between his collarbones so he could look into my eyes as I leaned in.
My hands traveled along the smooth skin of his thighs. His legs were just a little hairy, and the hair was short and sparse, soft and pale. As I felt his thighs, I reached up to his groin, thumbs sliding under his balls and hands slipping under his cock until both were inside my hold.
I lifted my hands gently, wrapping fingers around Andrei’s dick and feeling its excited throb as I stroked him. This, more than anything, was a foreign sensation, stroking a dick that wasn’t my own, and leaning down to pleasure the man sitting before me. But not any man. The man of my dreams of late.
I bent down and opened my mouth, inhaling through my nose as saliva moistened my tongue. I came close to him, the scent of his musk crawling into my nostrils and inviting me like the mermaids’ song. I went down, the tip of my tongue extending eagerly as I neared him, and I moved my gaze up his perfect body to look into his eyes.
His lips were parted slightly as I licked the tip of his cock, a salty and sweet flavor spreading through my mouth. A moment later, as Andrei’s eyebrows contorted painfully and rose up his brow, I closed my lips around his cock and took him in.
