Page 88 of Tight End

“How’s your leg?” he asks, grasping my cock. He pumps it a few times.

“Fucking amazing,” I groan, my hands threading through his hair.

My ears ring with white noise, heart thrashing hard in my chest when he takes me into his mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut, clenching my teeth as he takes me deep. I hit the back of his throat and he sucks me harder and faster. His lips tighten around me, pulling and tugging as I thrust against his face.

One of his fingers slips between my ass cheeks and he presses into it. I cry out, my entire body sizzling with the orgasm that’s about to consume me. His mouth becomes more insistent, teasing my slit, working in overdrive as he plays with my hole. Everything tingles. My skin is on fire, my bones melting in the molten heat radiating through me.

Blood races to my groin, my cock to the point of bursting. I thrust one final time, my gut clenching as my cock explodes with cum. Brixton doesn’t let me move, he keeps me buried in his mouth and swallows every drop before he pulls back.

I drop my eyes to him, my breaths ragged as I lean backagainst the kitchen counter. He sits back on his heels and grins, his lips glistening with my cum.

“That…was…amazing,” I manage to say once I can catch my breath. “But…”

The smile fades and his eyebrows furrow. “But…?”

I reach for him and give his hand a tug to pull him up. “But you’re still dressed. And that means I can’t fuck you. And I really,really, need to fuck you.”

He pulls off his shirt and shoves his own jeans to the floor. Then he kicks them off.

My mouth waters as I sweep my eyes over him, in all his naked, tattooed, pierced glory. His thick, pink cock is hard and he gives it a few strokes.

“No more teasing,” he says, snaking an arm around my waist to help me down the hall.

I stop by one room and kick it open, not willing to wait another second for what I’ve fantasized about since the last time we were together.

It’s wrong, I know.

Jack is…Jack. And he’s great in almost every way. He was for me, for a very long time.

But he’ll never be Brixton.

Brixton settles me on the bed and runs his hand over my knee. “Are you comfortable?”

“If someone was stabbing me in the foot right now, I don’t think I’d even feel it,” I say.

He smiles. “Good.”

“There’s a bottle of lube in the drawer.”

Brixton leans over me to open the drawer and then grabs the bottle. I reach for it and flip the top open. After slathering my cock with the lube, I spread my bent legs.

“Get over here,” I growl, my voice thick with lust.

Brixton crawls over to me and lays one leg over mine,straddling me. He dips his head, runs his fingers through my hair, and presses his forehead against mine.

I hold him tight with one arm, my free hand circling his asshole. I push two fingers into the tight ring of muscle and he gasps, jutting his hips against me. The tip of his cock leaks with precum, coating my skin with evidence of his desire. His lips graze mine, gently at first. As I scissor my fingers, he gets more aggressive, dragging my lower lip between his teeth and delving his tongue throat deep.

I crook my fingers to hit his spot and he clenches his ass, his movements urging me to go deeper and harder.

“Fuck me,” he rasps, fisting my hair. “Please.”

I thrust into his ass and almost come on the spot even though I just came a few minutes earlier. His hole is tight and hot. He rides me, muscles stretching as his body welcomes me. Our tongues tangle, twisting like fiery hot coils of lust, the heady scent of sex swirling in the air around us.

He holds me tight, and at this moment, we’re connected at the deepest level imaginable. I never move my eyes from his face. I can’t. It’s too beautiful, too pure. Dots of color flood his cheeks, his eyes the brightest I’ve ever seen.

I don’t want to miss a second of it.

I don’t want it to ever end.

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