Page 87 of Tight End

Chapter 31

Sam

Ilay my hand over his and lace my fingers with his, almost too choked with need to respond.

“I want you too, B,” I finally say.

And the look on his face that follows. Fuck, it makes my heart dance in my chest.

Happiness. Pure happiness.

His eyes glitter like Fourth of July sparklers, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

I did that.

“Come home with me.” I squeeze his hand. “I don’t want to get eaten alive by paparazzi camped outside your hotel, and I need to be inside of you. Immediately, if not sooner.”

I shift in the seat. He hasn’t even touched me and yet, my dick is hard and throbbing, aching for release.

I move my hand from his and stroke his thickening cock over his jeans. He doesn’t bother to silence his groan.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me drive into a tree.”

“Maybe it’ll make you drive faster so I can get you naked.”

I stroke him hard, kneading his balls through the fabric.

If I didn’t have a bum knee, I’d unzip him and suck him down right here and now.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he moans, leaning on his horn by accident.

The person driving the car in front of us sticks his arm out the window and flips us off.

After a minute or two, I ease up on the hand job because if we do end up hitting a tree, I’ll end up having cockblocked myself, which would suck.

I direct him into my private garage and give him the code. The doors open and minutes later, we’re parked and in the elevator on the way to my apartment.

The crutches crash to the floor and Brixton slams me into the back wall of the elevator, crushing his lips against mine. We devour each other like we’re dinner, tongues coiling, teeth cracking, hands frenzied.

I gasp for breath, tugging his hair, dragging my fingers up and down his back. “My God, I need to fuck you so badly.”

“I need you to fuck me so badly,” he mutters, plastering his lips against mine again, his lips hot and hungry for all I have to give.

The elevator finally dings and the doors open on my floor. Brixton swoops down to grab my crutches and helps me adjust myself before we walk to my door.

I grab my keys and try to stick the key in the lock, but Brixton presses himself against me and reaches for my cock. My eyes float closed, his hand on me feels so fucking amazing. I jab the lock with the key over and over again, missing the hole every time.

“See how hard it is to focus when someone’s got your hard cock in his hand, teasing you, making you crazy?” he murmurs against my ear.

“Don’t you want my cock inside of you?” I rasp, thrusting against his relentless hand.

“I just wanted to teach you a lesson first.” He snickers softly and lets me go. I get the key in the lock and twist the handle. Then I shove it open and pull him inside.

He attacks me with his lips again, barely pulling away for a second to pull my shirt over my head. Panting, he slides his hand down the front of my chest, his eyes glowing like blue flames. “I think we need to get you out of these pants.”

“I think you’re right,” I choke out.

He unbuckles me and pops open the button on my jeans. Lowering himself, he slides the jeans down to my ankles. Then he lifts each one of my feet to take them off.

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