Page 37 of Spite Crush

“I fucking love how you change the subject,” I told him before capturing his lips in a kiss.

Our mouths opened, tongues slowly sliding against one another as Kellen rolled his hips over my growing erection.

I pulled away from the kiss to trail my lips and tongue down his throat, his fingers threading into my hair to hold me firmly against his collarbone. I nipped and sucked and licked overthe spot, leaving a dark welt against his skin.

Could you become addicted to the taste of someone’s skin? To the smell of them? The feel of their body? The small sounds they make when their breath hitches or they simply exhale?

I slid my hands up Kellen’s ribs, taking his t-shirt with me until I urged it up his body, over his head and discarded it to the floor.

“You’re so fucking hot I can’t stand it,” I whispered, raising my gazeto meet his. “Seriously. Kellen. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Welcome to the club,” he said. He moved his hand to cup my jaw and tilted my face to kiss me again. “Please tell me that you switch.”

It took a second for me to register what he was asking.

“I do,” I assured him. “You want me?”

“You have no idea how badly.” He kissed me again. “I don’t mind topping, honestly. But I just prefer…”

“You prefer a cock in your ass?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Say it.”

“Why?”

“I want to hear you say it,” I admitted. “I want to hear the words come out of your pretty little mouth.”

“Too bad.” He kissed me again, his fingers digging into my hair and tugging firmly as his tongue forced my lips apart. When he broke the kiss again he smiled at me. “ZakDempsey can’t always have what he wants.”

“That hasn’t been my experience,” I argued. I stood up, lifting him with me and setting him back on his feet. “Take off your fucking clothes.”

We both stripped quickly, jeans and shoes and boxers dropping to the floor around us until we were both naked.

I shoved him backward onto the bed, climbing up over his body and claiming his lips once more in a kiss. He felt so incredible under me. It washard to believe I ever thought he was scrawny. Every time he moved against me, I could feel the firm planes of muscle moving beneath his skin. His calloused fingers, probably from years of playing guitar, dug into my shoulders, strong and urging, clinging to me as our tongues slid against one another, desperately tasting and teasing.

“Zak,” he whispered, my name like a prayer escaping his lips. “I need you.”

“I need you, too,” I admitted, staring down into his dark blue eyes. “Tell me you brought lube.”

“You’re woefully unprepared, every time I see you,” he teased as he shoved me off of him.

“Well I didn’t know you were going to be here,” I reminded him as he walked across the room to dig through his bag.

“Excuses, excuses,” he shot back. He came back to bed, handing me the lube as he lay down once more, one arm resting behind his head as he watched me open thetube and pour the slick liquid over my fingers. “You are so incredibly sexy.”

I raked my gaze over him, really taking in the detail on his tattoos for the first time. He was inked from neck to waist, but I’d never taken time to really study the designs littering his skin. Even when I was coming all over them, I hadn’t truly distinguished between them. They’d been sort of an amorphous collection to my eyes.

He had the unsurprising skulls and guitars and things that seemed like they would be typical of a rock star. But there were also the weirdestcollection of cartoonish animals mixed in. A frog riding an umbrella ran across one side of his ribcage. A racoon in a top hat. An otter in a spacesuit. A fox wearing roller skates. All of that interspersed with stars and musical notes. It was the oddest tapestry of ink, that somehow worked and was just…very Kellen Fox.

“You’ll just get any weird tattoo, huh?” I asked, unable to hold back the question, even as I was rubbing my hand up and down my shaft.

“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Life’s too short to take it too seriously.”

“I kind of love that,” I admitted.

“I’m glad you approve.” He gave me a small smile. “They’re permanent.”

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