Page 47 of Tempting the Teammate
As I moved my finger in and out, I realized there was a particular angle, or pace, or maybe something else entirely, that made Andrei moan in just a slightly higher pitch. It was almost like a game with particularly salacious prizes to find that pitch in his tone, and it gave me unspeakable pleasure whenever I got it right.
My insides were on fire, and my dick itched with the need to do more, but I took the time we both needed. I didn’t know his body half as well as I would have liked. I didn’t know what things made him squirm in discomfort and what made him stupid with lust.
And when he whispered that one incredible word that shattered me, the stakes only grew higher. “More,” he said, and I obeyed.
I spat on his hole, saliva gleaming in the dim light, and pulled my finger out before filling him with two.
His voice ripped free, quickly muffled by the pillow, and he grunted and groaned while I stretched his hole.
I didn’t know what was right and what wasn’t. I only knew that Andrei would tell me if it didn’t feel good. And fuck, I knew what he was like when he enjoyed something. Only I had never seen him this lost in the ecstasy, in pure pleasure of desire and lust and indulgence.
It was impossible not to compare this to all that I had done before. And other than the obvious, one thing stood out. Since the moment we began kissing, since the moment his fingers threaded through mine, since we began to undress, I was holding back. I was holding back all that was dying to explode out of me. I was on the verge of coming, desperate and panicked, excited more than I had been in my life.
So I worked his hole with merciless efficiency, stretching him thoroughly as saliva mixed with lube and the strawberry scent of it mixed with lavender of the bedsheets.
“Fuck,” I grunted, realizing that my dick was achingly hard and ready to blow. “Andrei, I…fuck…” My hand sped up, fingers thrust into him and yanked back, slipping in and out with growing ease that both turned me on and fascinated me. He was so ready for me, so beautifully loose and willing and warm. “I fucking need you so much,” I said in a hoarse, dry voice, my brow pressed against the small of his back as my right arm moved back and forth like a machine.
“Fuck me, Griff,” he said. “Please. Just…fuck me. I’m so fucking close.”
I knew what he meant. We were both so close, yet I refused to be done until we’d found that perfect union together.
He scrambled away from me when my hand sped up even more, tormenting him in the sweetest ways, and dropped flat on the bed, hugging the pillow. Sweat glowed red on his beautiful, creamy skin. He panted for a time, then reached for the nightstand and produced a condom.
The size was right, though a tad tight, as I slipped it on, and Andrei turned around, lying on his back. He tucked the pillow under the small of his back and lifted his legs for me, his big balls swollen and hanging against his taint, his dick hard and curving a little to the left.
He nodded as I positioned myself between his legs, holding my dick in my right hand. He was so slick and ready that he didn’t give me any more lube, so I spat in my hand just in case and rubbed myself as the inches between us disappeared.
Andrei bit his lip, and his right hand swung to the floor, lifting his briefs. Just as my cock sank slowly into him, he pressed his briefs hard against my face, muffling the groan that ripped from me.
He held his breath, eyes rolling back as he lifted his ass a little and took me deeper inside. “Is that what you like?” he asked in the quietest tone, dragging his briefs against my face.
“Yes,” I whispered, then drew a deep breath rich with his scent.
I grabbed him under his knees and folded his legs against his torso, widening the angle as I buried my dick inside him.
I didn’t go rough. Not yet, at least. I filled him to the point where his eyebrows twitched anxiously, then pulled back and tried again. He took me in bravely, breathing quietly and swallowing back his moans. When I impaled him even deeper, his eyes bulged, and his mouth flew open, but no sound came.
He nodded again, probably seeing the concern on my face. “Keep going,” he whispered.
So I did. I fucked him good. Slow at first, then a little faster, holding down the welling, unstoppable wave of pleasure that was built up so high behind the dam that it would soon break through. But that was okay. We were one at last. We were one body, one soul, one beautiful, magical being made of sex and sin.
I fucked him harder, faster, ramming into him with carefully controlled bursts of movement.
The tension rose so high I thought we would both snap any moment now, the passion between us wild and willful, the storm of sensations raging. But there was something else here. I never took my eyes off him. We never broke that contact. Therewas something calm and steady there, something reassuring, something so quietly strong that I didn’t know what to call it. It allowed us to be all those other things, to push the limits, to see what hurt and what didn’t, to drive that tension higher, without any risks.
I filled him, my cock reaching deep into him, making the muscles in his face tighten. I fucked him until my balls smashed hard against his ass, and his fingers shoved his briefs into my mouth.
Then he moaned again, that high-pitched, wonderful moan of pleasure that came when I hit the right spot. He trembled and looked away from me, his gaze falling down on his cock while his eyebrows rose high in surprise.
I felt it before I saw it. He hadn’t touched himself once for fear of tripping over that invisible threshold, but I felt the growing tightness in him, the clenching around the base of my cock, and the pulsing of his entire being.
The first ribbons of white cum spilled over his smooth, tight abs, unexpected and glorious, mouthwateringly delicious and inviting. He reached over his leg and took his dick in his hand, stroking it once, twice, and shooting strings of cum up his chest as his head dropped back on the bed and rubbed hard against the mattress. His whole body coiled like mad, like he was chasing a pose that would heighten this pleasure.
Only seeing him made me lose all semblance of control, and I pulled my dick out in swift panic, slipping the condom off, and stroked myself. Cum shot over his chest, abs, cock, and balls. It sprayed his ass where it was wet already and kept coming even then. I hadn’t dared to fool around with myself since the day I’d fantasized about him in the shower. Days and days of holding back came to a climax that was so unimaginably wonderful that words couldn’t capture it.
When I finished, stroking myself just a little while longer, I looked at the glowing streaks of white in the red light of the lamp, and I couldn’t believe what we had done. Not that it freaked me out. It was the furthest opposite thing from that.
His cum mixed with mine on his chest, sweat glowing faintly just beneath it, and I leaned down to kiss him. As if to prove to myself that I hadn’t just been horny. This was deeper than that. This was real. I kissed him gently, savoring it as the flavors of his sweat and mine mixed with our kisses.
