Page 44 of Best Man
“Don’t get used to it. It doesn’t appear very often.”
“Lies,” I say blithely. “Very big lies.”
He chuckles and shifts position. I can feel his body all against my side, and I still suddenly as I realise how very small this fucking cupboard is.
“What are we hiding in?” he asks, and I shudder as his breath washes across my ear.
“Oh, erm.” I stop to clear my throat. “It’s a storage room for luggage. I found it when I got lost going to the shoot today.”
“Surely it’s completely in the wrong direction.”
“Not if you’re acquainted with this party.” I shift position, trying to lean a little bit away from him before I lose my head and grab him. He’s just so close and hot. I squeeze my eyes closed, which makes it worse as his scent fills the small cupboard. It’s so warm and sexy. Like him.
He chuckles, and I suppress a groan of despair as my cock fills until it’s almost uncomfortable. I shift my feet again.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Fine. Just that this cupboard is very small.”
“Are you claustrophobic?” I can hear the concern in his voice. He fumbles, and I want to moan as he cups my face in his hands. “Say the word and we’ll fuck the game off,” he says, and I wonder if I’m imagining things because his voice sounds thick, and his hand is shaking with a tiny tremor.
“No,” I say, turning into him. His fingers brush my mouth. In a state of almost suspended animation, I feel them slowly sweep across my mouth. His thumb catches the lower lip, and I hear a hiss, and then he pushes down slowly, the wetness there touching his thumb.
I can hear panting breaths in the dark, and I don’t know whether it’s him or me, but I abruptly lose my control and take his thumb into my mouth, sucking it slowly and thoroughly.
His breath catches, and I hear a rumble before suddenly his thumb is gone and his hands are at my shoulders as he pushes me into the back wall. “Jesus,” he says, his breath harried and heavy. “Jesus, Jesse. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“No,” I moan, and I lift my arms and tangle my hands behind his head, bringing it down until his lips graze mine. We stay there for a long second and then I swear I can literally feel his control snap as he lowers his mouth and takes mine in a deep, wet kiss.
I moan in my throat and pull his hair in an attempt to get more of his lips. He obeys and we sink into the kiss, tongues tangling and rubbing.
I pull my head back to take a breath and promptly lose it when he sinks into me, his body pressing mine into the wall. “Oh God, yes.” My voice is slurred and fucked up. “Get on me.”
He moans a wild sound and then he’s kissing me again, his cock a hard and heavy pressure against my own. He ruts against me and lowers his hands to grab my arse and pull me into him so he can get closer. It’s a desperate, unchecked gesture, and it turns the heat up for me even more. I cant my hips and rub on him, feeling my balls bunch and press into the seam of my trousers. It’s a sharp, bright pain and I kiss him deeper and wetter, our teeth clashing.
When he pulls away, I open my eyes blearily. “What is it?” I mutter. “Come back.”
He stands back, but I’m reassured by him keeping a hold of my arms. I look at him in the dim light now that my eyes have adjusted. He looks astonished. As if I’ve punched him in the face. “Zeb?”
He gives a sudden, sharp bark of laughter. “What am I doing?” he mutters.
“Not enough,” I observe and try to tug him back.
“I want you so much,” he says. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Stopping would be very bad. For my cock,” I add in case he didn’t get the memo.
He shakes his head, and grabbing my face between his palms, he kisses me slowly and so thoroughly that, when he draws back, I’m an inch away from coming.
“Come upstairs,” he whispers. “I need to be inside you so badly.”
I grab my cock and squeeze hard. “Fuck yes,” I mutter and follow him out of the cupboard. I can’t believe this is actually happening.
We somehow manage to make our way back to our floor without meeting anyone which is probably a good job as we can’t keep our hands off each other. We can’t even manage to make it into the room as he seems to lose patience and slams me into the wall by the door.
He takes my mouth with a low groan and I arch back off the wall, grinding my cock against his and moaning low. When he pulls away, I slur a protest, but he holds me against the wall with one hand while fumbling with the room card. It takes two tries but eventually the light glows green, and he opens the door, pulling me in after him and slamming it shut.
I start to laugh but it dies in my throat as he pushes me against the door and kisses me. He sucks on my lower lip, sending his tongue over it afterward to ease the sting as he pushes me into the hard surface, fitting his hips into mine. I pull my mouth away and groan at the feel of his cock against mine, fumbling with my hands at his hips, trying to pull him closer so I can grind harder against him.
