Page 53 of Spite Crush

Zak stood, lifting me and flipping us over in one smooth movement, his body laying over mine as his hands skimmed up my ribs, dragging my shirt up and over my head before tossing it aside and trailing soft kisses over my throat, nipping his way down my chest, sucking gently at my abdomen.

“When’s the last time you ate a jar of pickles?” he asked before tracing his tongue along the waistband of my jeans.

“I don’t think I’ll ever eat another pickled anything for the rest of my life,” I said.

“Good boy.”

God, I loved it when he called me that. I wasn’t sure why, but every time he did it sent flutters through my chest and stomach.

He wrenched open my jeans hard enough to lift my ass from the mattress for a second, then yanked them down my legs, taking my boxers with them and sliding to the floor to kneel between my legs.

With no hesitation he swallowed my tip between his lips, his mouth warm and wet, his tongue silky-smooth as it worked its way down my shaft.

“Oh my God,” I whispered as my tip hit the back of his throat and he swallowed, taking me to my base before easing off again.

I stared down at him, watching as he took me in over and over again, his fingers clenching into the bedspread on either side of my hips, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each breath he took through hisnose when it wasn’t buried against my stomach.

Zak Dempsey was the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life. And it was insane to think that he loved me just as much as I loved him. Crazy that this perfect specimen of male athleticism was on his knees for me, practically worshipping me the way I so desperately wanted to worship him for the rest of my life.

As he caressed my balls, they seized against my body, electricity racing up my spine causing my orgasm hit to hit me so hard and soquickly that I barely had time to grunt a warning before my release exploded out of me, my body trembling with pleasure as my shaft jerked and spasmed between his lips.

He swallowed thickly around me, a low moan escaping his throat and causing his tongue to vibrate against my skin, the sensation against my overly-sensitive body causing my back to arch off the mattress as I shook from the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain it sent through my nerves.

“I don’t have lube with me,” I warned him, my voice cracked and breathy as he kissed his way back up my chest, his body covering mine again.

I’d left my bags at Rye’s place, not realizing that I’d have the opportunity to be alone with Zak. And I knew he didn’t have anything with him. He couldn’t have hidden a wet wipe in those jeans they were stretched so tightly over his muscular body.

“Now who’s showing up unprepared?” he teased, leaningdown to kiss me. “That’s probably for the best, actually. I have to be back in my room by midnight. Sutherland is doing checks because you were at the game.”

“What a dick,” I complained.

His eyes widened for a moment, then he chuckled, the vibration in his chest rumbling against mine.

He kissed me again before pushing off of me and getting to his feet with a groan. His erection was a visible outline pressed against those skintight jeans and I sat up, slidingforward to wrap my arms around his waist and press my face to his groin.

“I have to go,” he whined.

“I’ll be so fast,” I promised him as I reached for the button on his jeans.

“I’m sure I’d come the minute you touched me,” he said. “But I need to get downstairs.” He leaned forward and kissed me, bending at the waist as if to keep me from grabbing at him again. “I’ll call you next week, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, giving him my best pouty face.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he said, rolling his eyes as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. “You want it? Come take it.”

I moved forward, spreading his fly apart with one hand while pulling his erection free with the other.

He moaned low and deep as my mouth closed around him, his shaft hot and heavy against my tongue, my throat fighting not to allow his girth and convulsing around his tip.

I exhaled slowly through my nose, forcing all of my muscles torelax until finally I won the battle and slid further down his length.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his fingers carding into my hair, holding my head as his hips started to gently rock back and forth. “That feels so fucking good, baby. Fuck! Kellen…”

I eased off of him, letting his release spray over my face and chest, the hot, viscous fluid dripping from my skin as I stared up at him, his eyes wide, his chest heaving, his hands clenching to fists at his side.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “You’re a God damned wet dream, you know that?”

I smiled as I licked at the corner of my mouth, almost sad that I’d wasted so much of the taste of him, but glad that he’d enjoyed the end result.

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