Page 30 of Spite Crush

“Easy isn’t my strong suit,” I agreed. “But I’m not being difficult on purpose. I just need you to be very clear with me about what you want.”

“Oh, I can do that,” he said. “I can tell you in great detail all the things I want from you.”

“You’ve really got a thing about fucking in locker rooms, huh?” Iteased him. Glad that for a moment he was distracted from whatever situationship bomb he seemed on the verge of dropping.

“Until last night, it’s the only place I’ve ever fucked,” he admitted. “Is that a turn off for you?”

I grabbed his hand and pressed his palm flat against my erection. Somehow, this seemed safer than talking. “Does it feel like it bothers me?” He squeezed gently, making me groan as my head fell back against a locker, the loud bang echoing through the otherwise quietroom. “Don’t you worry you’ll get caught?”

“There’s usually no one left in the building when I meet up with someone.” He leaned forward and dragged his tongue up the side of my throat. “No one to come looking for me.”

“Well, there are a fuck ton of people here tonight,” I reminded him. “Including my band and manager, who know exactly where I am.”

“But not who you’re with,” he added, his breath warm against myear as he moved to nip at my earlobe. “Or what I’m doing to you.”

“What are you doing to me?”

Surely he wasn’t actually considering having sex down here. Not with thousands of fans pouring into the arena, with security and press and my band wandering the building.

“Distracting you,” he murmured. His tongue traced the edge of my ear. “Craving you.”

This actually wasn’t a great idea. None of it was. He shouldn’t have been there. And we certainlyshouldn’t have been together. Our careers were too important to risk everything for…weren’t they?

I wanted to ask him. Wanted to remind him what was at stake here. But one of his hands was sliding up and down my erection, and the other was pulling at the neck of my t-shirt as his gaze drifted down to my chest. And the closeness of his body to mine was making my already scrambled brain start to fry at the edges. It was too much. No one could resist this. No one could be expected to ask a man to stop when he waslooking at you with that much hunger in his gaze.

“I want to come all over these fucking tats,” he whispered as he ran a finger over my collarbone.

“You can.” The words were out of my mouth with no thought behind them. In that moment, I might have agreed to just about anything for him. So long as he continued to look at me the way that he was. “I’ll wear it on stage tonight and no one will ever know but us.”

“Take off your fucking shirt,” he insisted, as his fingers gripped thehem and he wrenched it over my head himself. “On the ground.”

I knelt before him, opening his jeans and swallowing his tip between my lips before either one of us had a chance to reconsider the risk of discovery. Knowing that any moment someone could come looking for me, could find us here, was way more of a turn on than I’d ever imagined.

My own erection strained against my fly, but I knew that I wouldn’t be the one getting release tonight. And that was fine. Every time my balls ached I’d remember kneeling on thefilthy locker room floor in front of Zak Dempsey, taking his cock exactly how he wanted me to.

We both moved swiftly, his hips slamming forward as my head bobbed to meet his thrusts, over and over and over again until my throat loosened and he forced his way deeper.

“I’m sorry,” he hissed, his palm cupping my jaw, tilting my face upward to meet his gaze and almost causing me to choke on his tip in my throat. “I can’t make it last.”

He pulled himself free of my mouth and sprayed his release across my chest, his breath hitching with a small grunt as he clearly held back the scream of pleasure he wanted to give me, the scream that I’d earned but wouldn’t be receiving from him tonight.

I smoothed my palm over my chest, spreading his cum across my tattoos before lifting my hand to my mouth and licking my fingers clean, my gaze never leaving Zak’s.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m about to get hard again.”

“Well don’t do that,” I insisted. I got to my feet and grabbed my shirt, dragging it over my head as Zak tucked himself back into his jeans. “I’ve got to get back upstairs before someone comes looking for me.”

“Where are you going next?” Zak asked. “After tonight?”

“Next week we have a show in Miami on Friday, then Orlando on Saturday and then the tour is finally over.” I didn’t bother to keep the reliefout of my tone. I loved playing shows for our fans, but I hated being on the road. It was a frustrating dichotomy.

“We’re headed to Vegas, and if things go well, we’ll have a few days break before the playoffs start,” he said. “I’d really like to see you somewhere in there if we can make it work.”

It was absolutely pathetic the way my heart jumped in my chest at his words. I might not have any idea what we were doing, but I knew I wanted to keep doing whatever it was.

“I’d like that, too,” I admitted.

“Kellen!” Craig’s voice drifted through the tunnel.

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