Page 55 of Tight End

My heart clenches, a lump forming in the back of my throat at his pained request. Those last words were so low, I don’t even know if he meant for me to hear them.

But I did.

His muscles clench me. My balls ache with every thrust, slapping against his ass cheeks. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight against me as I fuck him with long, hard strokes. He rides my ass, dragging me deeper and deeper until he screams out.

I run my hands over the front of his torso then grip his hips, forcing him to back into me.

“Touch me,” he urges, melting into me.

I nip at his ear and the back of his neck then wrap my fingers around his cock. He thrusts forward and back, tremors rocking him as he clamps down on my dick and pulls me deeper so I keep hitting his spot.

I shudder, my cock throbbing in his tight hole. His ass was made for me to bury myself inside of it.

He stills for a second and then cum spurts from his dick, spilling over my hand. I shake and shudder as my own orgasm tears through me. I let out a sharp yell as it explodes and I fill him with everything I have.

I collapse against him, my knees like Jell-O, unable to drag in a full breath.

Holy shit.

We stand there, silent, arms and legs entwined, until my dick finally slips out of his ass. His shoulders rise and fall for a few more seconds before he turns around.

I recoil at the anger flickering in his gaze.

His eyes are no longer clear.

They’re dark, cloudedby rage.

I give my head a quick shake, like I’m imagining it, because how the hell can he look at me like that after what we just did?

“I told you not to kiss me.” He wrenches away from me and points to the door. “Get the fuck out of here. Now.”

My eyes definitely didn’t deceive me.

And I’m not imagining a goddamn thing.

Chapter 22

Brixton

Itold him he shouldn’t have come. I warned him to stay away from me.

But he didn’t listen.

Always has to be the fucking savior.

When I told him to leave yesterday, the look on his face shredded me. I thought for a second that he might actually deck me.

I definitely deserved it.

But he didn’t say a word. Oh, sure, his eyes spewed plenty, but his mouth stayed closed. He got dressed and took off without so much as a look back at me.

When that door slammed closed, it crushed my soul because I hadn’t ever felt that connected to another person in my life. And it scared the shit out of me.

I had no choice but to kick him out.

Call it self-preservation or whatever.

I pull the rim of my baseball cap down as far as it can go as I walk out of the hotel. I breathe in the crisp, salty air and walk across the road, my hands stuffed into my pockets, head down.

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