Page 54 of Tight End

“I can find a ready and willing fuck anywhereI want. There’s nothing special about you.” His heart speeds up, racing right along with mine.

I press my chest tight against him, locking him against the wall. He pushes his hips against my hand, his body urging me to rub him. I drag my hand up and down his dick, stroking him hard, making him tremble.

His eyes float closed again as he fucks my hand but I want more.

I need more.

I lower myself and capture his thick cock with my lips. I suck him down until the tip hits the back of my throat, then drag my teeth lightly against the sides as I draw my mouth back. I tease his slit, the tang of precum hitting my tongue and making my own dick drip.

Brixton writhes against the wall, muttering a lot of shit I can’t make out, but all sounds are pretty much muted by the blood rushing between my ears.

He presses his hands against my head, forcing me to take him deeper with every tug of my lips.

“Fuck you for coming here,” he mumbles. “Fuck you for busting into my goddamn life. I was good without you. You ruined fucking everything.”

I hear the words but my body isn’t the least bit affected by any of them. His cock slips from my lips, my fingers slick with his precum. I coat them some more with my tongue before bringing them around to his ass. I slip them inside the tight ring of muscle, hooking them as I drive them deep inside of his heat.

“Fuck,” he moans as I work him open, prepping him for what’s about to come. Pun intended. I rise from my knees and grab both of our cocks with my free hand, jerking them hard.

He thinks I ruined everything.

Now I’m going to ruinhim.

He glowers at me from narrowed lids.

Dammit, why does this guy have so much power over me?

And why am I so turned on by his disdain and disgust?

Tingles erupt in my core and explode out to every cell, desire coursing through me, drowning out the protests my mind screams out.

All control is lost and the longer I stay, the further away I get from being able to reclaim it.

But fuck me, I can’t leave.

I bring my head close to his and drop our cocks because I want to torture us both a little more.

“Don’t kiss me,” he whimpers as my fingers drive deep, stretching him. “You son of a bitch, don’t you dare?—"

I ignore him, crushing my lips against his. Our tongues swirl together, doing a carnal dance dripping with filthy, dirty promise. I devour him, savoring his taste, drinking in his desire. It’s hot, hungry, and intense—the kind of kiss that can melt bones and short-circuit brains.

I pull my fingers from his ass and capture his lower lip with my teeth as I slowly break the kiss that just completely destroyed me for any other man.

He stares at me, his normally tormented eyes now clear.

Open.

Free.

It catches me off-guard for a second, paralyzes me as I get lost in those light blue pools.

He licks his hand and brings it to my cock, squeezing it as he rubs me up and down.

The spell breaks.

I take my cock from him and turn him around. My eyes drop to his ass and I lick my lips, lining myself up with his hole before pressing inside of him.

“Make it hurt. Fuck me like you hate me,” he says. “Because you need to hate me.”

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