Never Have I Ever: Had a Bromance with a Teammate
: Chapter 21

Don’t be gentle.

Matt’s rough voice echoed in my head.

Lingerie wasn’t something I’d ever thought twice about. I’d seen it in porn a few times but never on someone who looked like Matt. The contrast between his big, strong body and the soft, pretty lingerie was as arousing as it was entrancing. I loved how the lace teased at what was underneath, and the cut was perfect on him. It hugged all the right places, creating the most alluring curves and highlighting his muscles.

“On the bed.” Gripping his hips, I gave him a little push toward the mattress.

He went down on his hands and knees willingly. A deep groan rumbled out of his chest, and he spread his legs wide.

“Hold right there.” I dropped a kiss on the swell of his ass. “Forgot the music.”

He looked over his shoulder at me as I fumbled with my phone, my attention still on him and not on the task at hand.

“Having trouble?” he asked sweetly, a playful grin on his lips. He did this thing where he popped his hips, and his ass jiggled exactly how it did when I fucked him.

Forgetting about my phone, I stepped closer and ground my hard-on against his ass. “Behave.”

“You’re no fun.” He pouted and did that hip-pop move again. His ass rubbed against my cock, and I saw stars.

“Fuck.” It came out as a half groan, half laugh. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“You like?” He pushed up on his knees and leaned back against me. He slung one thick arm over his shoulder and gripped my back, anchoring him to me.

He swirled his hips, rubbing my dick in the most perfect way.

“I can’t think straight when you do that,” I rasped.

“Well, this is pretty gay, so…” He bumped his ass back.

I laughed through another groan and pressed my phone into his free hand. “Let’s see how well you can multitask.”

He took the phone, and I wrapped my arms around his middle so he could let go of my back without the risk of falling.

Not to be outdone, I slowly rocked my hips, sliding my clothed cock through his crease.

“No fair,” he panted.

“Totally fair.” I swiped my tongue against the side of his neck.

“Fuck it.” He tossed my phone onto the mattress and gripped my arms where they were still wrapped around him. “No one else tries to cover up their sex noises with music.”

“Pretty sure they’ll figure out what we’re doing if we don’t put something on.” I rubbed one hand over his incredible abs.

I’d spent a lot of time with my tongue on his abs, tracing the muscles and teasing the dips and bumps.

“They already know.”

His words penetrated my lust-filled haze, and I stopped my hand. “They do?”

“Yeah.” He snort-laughed and leaned his head back against my shoulder. “I mean, Eli knew. Alex figured it out, and Beck and Finn aren’t stupid.”

“How do you feel about that?” I asked carefully.

“Don’t care.” He reached behind him and gripped my ass in his hand. “I’m kind of relieved, actually.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. Are you okay with them knowing?”

I hesitated. I had nothing against his roommates and liked all of them. But a niggle of unease moved through me. It wasn’t so much them knowing that was messing with me; it was the fact that anyone knew. Our entire arrangement hinged on keeping things quiet. I trusted his roommates to keep our secret, but the fear that this was the beginning of the end of us hit me deep in my chest.

“Jax?” Worry crept into his tone.

“Yeah, I’m okay with it.” I kissed his cheek. “Guess it’s time for some payback because something tells me we’re about to get really loud.”

He chuckled and turned his face to kiss me. “I know I am.”

I gave him one last kiss. The sweet slide of his lips against mine calmed the last of my fear, and I lost myself in the moment.

In him.

When I slowly eased back from the kiss, Matt let out a breathy little moan. “On your hands and knees,” I whispered gruffly.

He dropped down and spread his legs wider. He arched his back, popping his ass up.

I ran my hand over the curve of his lower back. “This back arch is so fucking hot.”

He shuddered and stayed still, letting me have my fun.

“And this.” I traced a finger over the waistband of his underwear. “So damn sexy.”

I played with the elastic for a second, then ran my hand over the lace of his sports bra. It was racerback style, and the way the material fit between his shoulder blades was perfect.

“Jax,” he whimpered.

“So beautiful.” I dropped to the floor, ignoring the way the hardwood cut into my knees. Slowly, I dragged my tongue down the strip of material between his plump cheeks.

He shuddered and put his chest on the bed, fully opening himself up for me.

As much as I wanted to tease every part of him, I was way too close. “Ready for my tongue?”

“So ready,” he moaned and bumped his ass back.

“What about my cock? You want me to fuck this tight ass after I eat you out?”

“God, yes.” He slid his hands up the sheets and gripped them tight. “Do it. Wanna feel you.”

Swallowing hard, I pushed the material of the thong to the side and lowered my mouth to him.

The shout of pleasure he let out at the first swipe of my tongue was so loud it echoed in the room. Rather than freak out about others hearing us, I gave in to the overwhelming need inside me and went to town on him.

Matt was mine, and that primal part of me loved that everyone in the house could hear me claiming him.

I ate him out like a man possessed, driven by instinct and with zero finesse. I lapped and licked and stabbed at his hole with my tongue. I used my other hand to stroke his balls and dick, still encased in the pretty material. The lace was rough under my fingers, and little prickles of awareness shot through me and gathered low in my belly.

Matt was mumbling and moaning up a storm. He shifted his hips, popping and bouncing that perfect ass against my face as he tried to force me to go faster and deeper.

His enthusiasm and confidence were almost as hot as the sensation of his softening hole under my tongue.

The pressure in my dick was nearing flash point. I let go of his balls and grabbed my junk, squeezing tight, my lower body throbbing.

As much as I wanted to keep rimming him, I needed more. Pulling my tongue out of him, I stood.

“Holy fucking shit,” he panted.

I tore my jeans open and shoved them down. I cursed the tight pants as I worked them down my legs. “I think you were onto something when you said sweatpants only. They’re a hell of a lot easier to take off than jeans.”

“Told ya.” A lazy, satisfied smile played on his lips. “Now get those off and fuck me.”

“Bossy bottom.”

“Slow top.”

I gave his ass a playful tap, not quite a spank but close. “You done sassing me?”

“Don’t know. Are you done lollygagging?”

“Lollygagging?” I couldn’t stop my bark of laughter.

“What? It’s a good word.” He pushed up on his hands and wiggled his ass. “Fine, what about dawdle? Meander? Or tootle.” He grinned triumphantly.

“Tootle? Now I know you’re making shit up.”

“It’s a word! It means to take your sweet-ass time.”

“I’m calling bullshit.” I toed out of my shoes, then tugged one leg free of my jeans.

“It’s a real word. Eli taught it to me.”

“I have no doubt it’s a real word. I just call bullshit that it means to take your sweet-ass time.”

“Maybe not that exactly. It was something about moving leisurely, traveling slow, something like that.”

I finally freed my other foot from my jeans and tossed them aside.

“You were saying?” I fit my length between his cheeks and dragged it over his hole.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned and dropped his head. “More.”

“So bossy.” I gripped my shaft and rubbed my cockhead over his hole again, using my precum to slick it up.

“Fuck me,” he demanded.

“I haven’t prepped you yet.” I pushed the tip of my head inside him, opening him up the tiniest bit.

“Don’t care,” he panted. “Want it.”

“You’ll get it. But I’m not going to hurt you.” I pulled my dick back, then pushed in a little bit more. Not enough to fully breach him. Just enough to tease what was going to happen.

“Hurt me. I can take it.”

I paused. “Are you sure?”

He was used to my size thanks to weeks of fucking like crazed bunnies in heat, but we’d never fucked without prep. I knew some guys enjoyed the stretch of taking a dick dry. Was Matt into that?

“Yeah. Want to feel you.” He looked over his shoulder at me. His eyes were bright and a bit dazed, but he was fully present. He knew what he was asking for. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I promise.”

“If you’re sure.” I swiped the lube off his night table and pumped some into my hand. “Do you want me to push some into you so it’s a bit easier to get in?”

“Yeah. But don’t play around in there. I might come before you get your dick in me.”

“Can’t have that.” I slicked up my dick, then used some more of the cool liquid to coat my finger. “Ready?” I pressed the tip to his waiting hole.

“So ready.”

I pushed in. He was soft from my teasing, and I slid in to the first knuckle.

“That’s it.” He panted and rocked his hips, driving back on my finger. “Now your dick.”

I pulled my finger out of him and held the base of my cock with two fingers. With my free hand, I gripped his thong and pulled it aside.

The visual of my thick cock between his luscious cheeks nearly sent me over the edge. Breathing deeply to center myself, I rubbed my tip over his hole a few times.

“Jax, please.”

“I’ve got you,” I said softly and rocked my hips so my head breached him. “Fuck.”

“Yesssssss,” he hissed.

When my cockhead was fully in him, I let go of my dick and stared between us as I slowly sank into him.

Matt on his hands and knees was a beautiful sight on a normal day, but something about holding his pretty underwear aside as I watched him take me brought things to the next level. I’d be seeing this moment in my dreams and fantasies for years to come.

“You okay?” I asked when I was halfway in.

He clenched around my length and moaned. “More.”

The wet heat of him was incredible. So tight and hot as he wrapped around my cock like velvet. I pushed the rest of the way in, making sure to move as slowly as possible.

When my thighs brushed his, Matt let out a hoarse cry.

“You okay? Does it hurt?”

“No.” He rubbed his cheek against the bed and gripped the sheets tight. “Feels so good.”

Gritting my teeth, I pulled almost all the way out of him, then slid back in.

“Harder,” he ordered. “Fuck me hard.”

“What if I don’t want to? What if I want to take my time and fuck you nice and slow?”

My words were one hundred percent a tease. I was way too close to drag this out.

He growled and rocked on his knees, fucking himself on my dick.

“Holy fuck.” I gripped his hip with my free hand and yanked him back at the same time I snapped my hips forward.

The echoing crack of skin meeting skin was nearly drowned out by our combined cries.

“Yes. Like that,” Matt begged, rocking in time with my thrusts so each one hit deep and hard.

A roar filled my ears, and my world narrowed down until nothing existed besides Matt and how good he felt.

I drove into him, putting as much power behind each thrust as I dared. Matt took it like a champ, begging and pleading, and slammed back, forcing my cock as deep inside him as it could go.

We were too loud, the bed creaked, and the side of the frame hit the wall, the pattern frantic and as desperate as we were.

Pleasure spread through my body, followed by white-hot need that tightened my balls and drew them up against my body.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I rasped.

“Come on my back,” he begged.

“Oh god!”

I pulled out of him and closed my hand around my shaft as the pressure in my dick coiled tight, like a spring about to snap. Less than a dozen strokes and I was coming, crying out in ecstasy as my cum rained down onto his skin.

Miraculously, I was still hard, even after that mind-bending orgasm. Dazedly, I slid back inside him. A flare of discomfort shot through me as my oversensitive dick was once again encased in his tight heat.

This time I gripped him with two hands and angled my dick so it dragged over his prostate with every thrust.

“Get yourself there,” I gritted out. “Wanna feel you come on me.”

He grunted something unintelligible but didn’t jerk off.

I let go of his hips, but before I could reach under him, a full-body shudder racked him. He jerked and shook on the bed. His ass rippled around my dick, pulling me deep inside him.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped.

Had he just come hands-free?

My dick pulsed inside him, and a second, smaller orgasm rocked through me.

I collapsed onto him, my weight sending us crashing to the bed. The frame cracked, and the floor groaned at the impact.

“Can you breathe?” I managed to ask as we lay in a sweaty, panting pile.

“Barely.” He grunted.

I rolled us over so we were on our sides and held him against my chest big-spoon style.

“I think you killed me,” I mumbled.

“I think I killed me too.” He chuckled softly.

“Did you come without touching yourself?”

He gripped my wrist and dragged my hand down to cover his junk. He was soft, and I groaned at the telltale wet spot on the underwear.

“That’s so hot.” I gently worried the skin of his neck between my teeth.

“Careful. That’ll leave a mark.”

Shit. I’d lost my head for a second there.

I pulled my mouth from his neck and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “So, how many pairs of those do you have?”

He chuckled and scooted back, his body flush against mine. “This is the only set. But I have a bunch in my cart on the site I bought them from. I have a feeling I’m going to be giving my credit card a workout later.”

“Do they have rush delivery?”

“Two to three business days.”

“Too long.” I kissed his neck. “We need to either move up on the bed or go shower. This half-on, half-off position is fucking up my back.”

“Thank fuck you said something because I was just about to. Shower first. Then I want butt cuddles.”

“The rest of me doesn’t get cuddles?” I let go of him and sat up. “Shit!”

Matt grabbed me as I slipped off the edge of the mattress. “You good?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with laughter.

“Fine. Your bed isn’t big enough for my ass at this angle.”

“Not my bed’s fault your giant ass needs more space.” He looked down at my chest and abs, which were smeared with cum. “The rest of you can get some shower cuddles. Then I want butt cuddles.”

“I can live with that.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love them.” He stood and grinned down at me. “You think you can hide your boner when I’m that close to your junk?”

“And I suppose you randomly humping the bed while you snuggle my ass has nothing to do with your boner?” I stood and stretched out my back.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said primly.

“Sure you don’t.” Grinning, I dropped a kiss on his lips. “Need some help taking those off?”

“I’ll never say no to you putting your hands on me. Oh, Beck and Alex asked if we wanted to watch the Pens with them. They’re ordering pizza.”

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slid them over his hips. “Yeah, sure. Unless you actually wanted Chinese tonight.”

“No lecture about eating healthy and vegetable servings?” He quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Nah. You earned a cheat day.” I knelt and dragged the underwear down his legs. “Someone likes me down here.” I pressed a kiss against his semi.

“Someone likes being down there.” He waved at my dick, which was also rocking a semi.

He stepped out of the underwear, and I stood.

“Now look what you did.” He moved his hips so his hard dick slashed through the air.

I dropped the underwear onto his dick and laughed as it draped over his length.

“I was trying to be sexy.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re the ruiner of all good things.” He plucked the underwear off his dick and tossed it onto his bed.

“Am I, though?” I lifted my hands to help him with the bra.

“Totally are.” He stepped closer and poked me in the hip with his dick.

I turned so my shaft smacked against his. Then we were sword-fighting and laughing so hard I could barely breathe.

“No more.” Matt clutched his stomach and made a weird snorting sound.

I laughed harder.

“Ow.” He punched me in the arm. “Stop laughing. It hurts.”

My stomach ached, and my muscles burned. I tried to swallow my laughter, but a little snort slipped out.

“No.” He wagged a finger at me. “Not doing that again.”

I cleared my throat, still grinning like an idiot. “Did we ever decide what we’re having for dinner?”

“Pizza. We can have Chinese tomorrow.” He whipped the sports bra off and tossed it onto the bed with his underwear.

“We can’t do takeout two nights in a row.”

“Sure we can.” He went to his dresser and yanked open one of the drawers. “All we have to do is put an order in, then eat it when they deliver it. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

“Is that really how that saying goes.” I caught the pair of sweats he tossed me. “Lemon squeezy?”

“No clue.” He used his thigh to close the drawer. “But I’ve been saying it for years, so I kinda hope it is.”

“What was that thing you kept saying last year? People with glass rocks shouldn’t have houses?”

“Better than you always saying ‘yeah no.’” He grabbed his shower stuff. “How are Canadians not always confused? You literally say yes and no. Which is it?”

“It’s whatever it needs to be.”

“Don’t even get me started on ‘yeah no, for sure.’” He put on a ridiculous caricature of a Canadian accent. “There’s no doot aboot it.”

“You know that no Canadian says ‘no doubt about it’ that way.” I slapped his ass as he walked in front of me.

“Pop culture told me they did, so I believe it.”

“Right, because American pop culture knows more about being Canadian than an actual Canadian.”

“You’re only half Canadian.” He waved over his shoulder as he walked out of his room, me on his heels. “Your mom is American, so really, what do you know.”

“Well, hello.”

We both froze in the middle of the hallway.

“Shit,” Matt muttered and covered his ass with the sweats still clutched in his hand. “We’re not wearing pants.”

“No, we’re not.” Covering my dick with my own sweats, I looked over my shoulder. Eli was grinning at us from the landing. He had one foot on the step above him like he’d stopped midstride. “So this doesn’t usually happen.”

“It doesn’t.” He rolled his lips inward as if he was trying to stop himself from laughing. “I’m not complaining, though. The view is spectacular.”

“How about we mosey into the bathroom while you ogle Jax’s ass?” Matt’s voice held a note of laughter. “As fun as this is, my dick is currently trying to turtle back into my body.”

Eli laughed, the sound hearty and loud and so unlike his usual soft, melodic one. “Deal. But I’m ogling both of you, FYI.”

“Yup. Totally not awkward at all.” Matt chuckled.

“I mean, you did see me naked. Seems fair is fair.”

“I didn’t see you naked.” I laughed as Matt scurried into the bathroom.

“You could. All you need is Google.” He winked. Then he was gone and hurrying up the stairs.

“Do you know Eli’s performer name?” I asked Matt as I joined him in the bathroom.

“No. Why?” He narrowed his eyes adorably. “You want to look him up?”

“You don’t?”

“I’ve already seen enough of him.” He shrugged and turned the water on. “He’s hot, but he’s so young.”

“Only two years younger than us.”

“Maybe. But he seems younger. Like, he’s mature and obviously has his shit together, but I look at him and want to protect him like a little brother.”

“I get that.” I stepped up behind him and rubbed his ass. “That’s why I’d never actually look him up. It’s cool he does what he does. All the power to him, but I don’t need to be picturing that the next time we’re hanging out.”

“Exactly.” He grinned. “That was pretty funny now that the shock has worn off.”

“Hilarious. Kinda glad it was him and not Beck or Alex.”

“Oh god, can you imagine? They’d never let us live it down.”

“And poor Finn would have fainted from embarrassment.”

Matt snorted. “Probably. Guess if we were going to flash anyone, this was the best-case scenario.”

“At least it’ll be a good reminder not to forget to put pants or towels on when we leave your room. I blame you.”

“Me?” He stuck his hand under the spray. “How is this my fault?”

“You distracted me with your sexy undies, and I didn’t even realize we were naked.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“So what’s your excuse? You’re the one who walked out of there first.”

“The promise of butt cuddles distracted me. I can’t be held responsible for a momentary lapse in judgment when I’m thinking about ass cuddles.”

He whipped the shower curtain back and stepped into the shower. I laughed at his theatrics and stepped in after him.

“I was promised shower cuddles.” I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him against my body.

“Then you’d better take them.” He leaned against me and let out a contented sigh. “While leaving me in the hot water of course.”

“Of course.” I kissed his neck. “Water hog.”

“Bed hog.” He reached behind me and pinched my ass. “You nearly starfished me into the wall last night. I legit woke up with my nose on the plaster.”

“Pretty sure there are a few coats of paint over the plaster.”

“Semantics.” He pulled my arms around him tighter.

I looked at the mirror directly across from us, and my stomach swooped at the sight of being wrapped around Matt as he leaned on me, a happy smile on his lips.

I was so fucked.