Page 45 of Pucking Amazing

DJ’s lips quirk up at the corner and his eyes glint with a look I’ve been fantasizing about for months.

The confidence from our win pulses through my veins, mingling with the thrum of anticipation. Sydney’s advice echoes in my ears and I take a deep breath.

Fuck it, it’s now or never.

I catch DJ’s eye again and tilt my head subtly towards a door marked “emergency exit” in the back—or rather, towards the dark hallway that I know is behind it, from past mistaken searches for the bathroom. He looks confused and my heart pounds in my throat. For a harrowing second, I think I’ve misread everything.

But then a grin slowly spreads across his face, turning almost feral.

“Be right back,” I mutter to no one in particular, sliding out of the booth. The guys barely look up from their heated debate over a ref’s missed call.

I make my way to the dimly lit back hallway on shaky legs, hyper-aware of DJ’s presence a few steps behind me. As soon as the door swings shut behind us, he pins me against the wall, his hands sliding over my hips and his breath hot against my ear.

“Been waiting for you to make a move,” he growls, his voice rough with want.

Any coherent response I might have had is swallowed by his mouth on mine, passionate and demanding. I fist my hands in his shirt and pull him closer, kissing him back just as fiercely.

DJ’s hands are everywhere, leaving trails of heat even through my clothes. I melt into his touch, craving more, all my pent-up desire pouring out. He starts fumbling with my belt and I freeze for a second, a spike of shocked excitement piercing the haze of lust.

It’s finally happening.

“This okay?” DJ breaks the kiss to ask, his eyes searching mine.

I swallow hard and nod firmly. “Yeah. I want this. Want you.”

It’s all the encouragement he needs. DJ undoes my pants and takes my cock in hand, confident and sure. Oh, Jesus.

I let my head fall back against the wall as he starts to stroke me, teasing and exploring. Sparks of pleasure shoot through me as I harden in his grip.

“Fuck, your hands,” I groan, my hips jutting forward.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” DJ says, his voice strained. “God, Tyler, I’ve been thinking about this huge cock nonstop.”

His words send a thrill through me, imagining that he’s touched himself thinking about me—the way I have about him, so many times.

I clutch him tighter, bucking into his hand, and he meets my movements with his own, a perfect sync that drives every thought from my mind but him. The walls of the hallway are cold against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth between us.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe out, and DJ chuckles lowly, his breath tickling my ear.

“Not a chance,” he promises, and shifts his position slightly to give himself better leverage. His other hand slides up under my shirt, fingers exploring the plane of my back before digging possessively into flesh.

DJ crushes his lips against mine, trailing down the side of my neck before kissing me deeply again.

“Your cock feels incredible,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I need to taste you.”

I exhale with desire and anticipation and he grins against me.

“That’s right, I’m going to blow you now. As long as that won’t freak you out?”

He drops to his knees and glances up at me, his lips parted and eyes dark with lust. My heart nearly pounds out my chest at the sight.

This is real. This is actually happening.

“God, yes,” I rasp out. “Please.”

DJ doesn’t need to be told twice. He takes me into the wet heat of his mouth and I stuff my fist against my lips to muffle my moan. His tongue swirls and teases as he bobs his head, taking me deeper.

The sensations are almost too much, overwhelming in their intensity. DJ is thorough, deliberate in his movements, and I can tell he’s just as caught up in this as I am. His mouth is unbelievable, each stroke of his tongue sending shivers down my spine.

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