Page 56 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

“I’ll give it another try. Mechanism’s sticking or something. Doesn’t feel like the handle has any problem.”

As the door handle started jiggling again, Jesse released my cock, then went back in again with little, teasing strokes of his tongue.

“I hate you,” I whispered.

He just hummed in response.

I swore he was trying to make me moan even louder. Even as the sound of the door handle was still coming into the room, Jesse was tracing wet, swirling patterns with his tongue all along the tip of my cock.

I looked at anything else in the room to try to keep my voice down—staring over at bottles of glass cleaner, stacks of towels, and a big broom at the edge of the closet.Keep it steady, Minton.

As if anything could distract me from Jesse’s tongue.

He was torturing me, he knew it, and helovedit, reaching up to gently cup my balls as he popped the tip of my cock between his lips.

The sound of the door handle finally stopped. I heard the maintenance guy whistling outside a moment later, along with his footsteps and the light jangle of keys with each step. He was clearly pacing the short hall outside.

Jesse pulled off of me, looking up as he fisted my cock, slicking his hand with his own spit.

“Why’d you barely text me all week?” he asked in a low tone as he stroked me.

“Shh,” I whispered back at him, jerking my head toward the door.

“He can’t hear,” Jesse murmured. I had no clue if that was even true. “Why didn’t you text me more? Or come to dinner?”

That’s what you’re fucking asking me about right now?

I breathed deep. I was already hot all over but now my cheeks flared with heat, too. Jesse gripped my cock with his fist as he gave me a questioning look, and it felt so good I had to concentrate on staying mad at him.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Thought maybe I should leave you alone.”

“No. God, please, don’t leave me alone,” I said too fast. I swallowed hard. “It’s just—you took care of everything that night. Wasn’t going to bug you any more. I made a fool of myself on my meds—”

“I like you when you're a fool.” His eyes smoldered as he pumped my cock harder.

“Like I am right now?”

His smile appeared again. “Yes. And we’re not leaving this room until you come for me.”

My knees felt weak—literally fuckingweak—hearing him give me that command. He dipped back onto my cock with his mouth, his tongue hot, taking me deep all over again just as I heard the sound of the other maintenance guy coming down the hall. I was torn between wanting to stop Jesse with every fiber of my being and thinking it would beinsaneto stop him now.

I was close.

I’d been close since the moment he dragged me into this goddamn room.

I sank my fingers into Jesse’s soft, damp hair, cradling the back of his head as he sucked. I tried to push away the thought of anyone outside. I gave Jesse a heated look, but he wasdeep-throating me again, keeping a fast rhythm, and my hips involuntarily bucked into his mouth.

I fucked into his mouth, pressure building up inside me like water behind a dam, and I knew I was on the brink of losing control. The sound of the two guys came from down the hall, having a conversation a little further down.

“Going to come,” I whispered as I felt Jesse’s tongue swirl around my tip before he plunged lower again, pushing me past the point of no return. I watched his lips, slick and ruddy, sink down around me, and he looked up to meet my eyes, commanding me just with a look:come for me.

I moaned openly as I felt myself starting to lose control. Maybe the guys out in the hall were going to hear me and maybe they weren’t, but I was past the point of caring. The outside world couldn’t compete with Jesse’s hot mouth. I’d wanted to come for him since the night we’d met, and I wasn’t going to hold back now.

Every cell in my body needed this. Needed him. Pleasure started to unfurl in me, slowly at first and then all at once. I braced my back against the wall and gripped Jesse’s hair.

“H—holy fuck—”

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