Page 21 of Checked By His Teammate

“Tyler.” My name—a desperate, fractured sound that made my pulse hammer.

I looked up, finding his eyes dark with something more than just desire. He sat up, pulling me with him until we were face to face, his hands cupping my jaw with surprising tenderness.

“I want you.” His thumb traced my lower lip. “All of you.”

My breath caught. “I’m yours.”

“I want to be inside you.” The words came out hushed, reverent. His gaze never left mine, searching for my reaction. “If that’s something you⁠—”

“Yes.” The word escaped before I could even think. “God, yes.”

Something shifted in his expression—relief, hunger, determination. He kissed me, deep and possessive. His hands slid down my sides to the waistband of my boxers.

“These have got to go,” he commanded, voice rough.

I laid back on the bed, lifting my hips so he could slide the fabric down my legs. The cool air hit my overheated skin, making me shiver as I lay exposed before him. His eyes raked over me with unmistakable appreciation.

“Your turn,” I whispered.

Kevin rolled off the bed and stood. He pushed his boxers down in one fluid motion, stepping out of them with athletic grace. My mouth went dry at the sight of him—hard, ready, beautiful.

“There’s lube in the nightstand,” I managed to say. “Top drawer.”

He moved with purpose, retrieving the bottle. When he turned back to me, the look in his eyes made my heart stutter—hunger mixed with something more profound.

“Come here.” I reached for him.

Kevin crawled on to the bed. His hands caressing up my legs and chest. “I’ve thought about this.” His voice was quiet, intimate. “Having you this way.”

He laid over my body and captured my mouth in a kiss that flared hot. His tongue slid against mine, claiming, exploring. All the while, our cocks rubbed against each other, precum slicking us up.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

“Turn over,” he murmured against my lips.

I hesitated. “I want to see you.”

“All right.”

I shifted, arranging myself against the pillows as Kevin settled between my thighs. The sound of the cap clicking open sent anticipation racing through me.

The first touch of his slick finger made me gasp. He took his time, circling, teasing, before pressing in. The intrusion burned slightly since it’d been a while since I’d played with myself this way.

“Okay?” His eyes never left mine.

I nodded, unable to form words as he worked me open with deliberate care. One finger became two, stretching, exploring. When he curled them just right, sensations shot through me like lightning.

“Fuck!” My back arched off the bed.

A smile crossed his lips as fire flashed in his eyes.

“Yes. Right there.”

He did it again, watching intently as I writhed beneath him. I’d never felt so exposed, or so pleasured. Three fingers now, the stretch more pronounced, but more pleasure than pain.

“Kevin.” My voice broke. “I need you. Now.”

He withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he slicked his thick cock generously.