31. Sam

Chapter 31

Sam

I lay 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.

“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 back against 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.

When he captures my lips again, I drink him in, every emotion in his expression, his touch, his sounds…I need it all.

And he chose me to give it all to...to give himself to.

A cry slips from his lips and he pulls away, his breathing ragged. “Fuck, yes. Right there. Don’t fucking stop.”

A fierce explosion fires deep in my core, electricity flowing out to every cell. My body shudders, the orgasm racing to the head of my cock as Brixton writhes against me. Thick ropes of his cum spew across my chest. Brixton leans into me with another mind-altering kiss, and with one final thrust, I come again.

We lie there together, our lips entwined for I don’t even know how long. And I’m in no rush to break away from this man.

He leans his head back and I drag my tongue down the side of his neck, nipping at the skin. Then I lean forward and graze his pierced nipple with my tongue, smiling when he jerks at the sensation.

“I love when you do that,” I murmur.

I love everything about you.

I love you…

But I let those words simmer on my tongue. I know what just happened between us but I also know that his head is a million ways fucked up, especially after what happened with his asshole father. I wasn’t about to let him be alone. I wanted to be with him, to support him in any way I could, to be the friend I knew he needed.

I can’t fool myself into thinking that he wants more than sex right now, no matter what he says, no matter what he thinks. The guy is traumatized, and I just made this harder on myself because I’m in way over my head with him.

He climbs off of me, careful not to hit my bad knee. Then he drops his head down and gives it a kiss. With a wink, he slides off the bed. Then he walks into the bathroom. A minute later, he comes back with a couple of washcloths. He’s silent as he cleans me up. The he looks at me with a smile.

“Thanks for being there for me. I really needed a friend after all that.”

His words are like a machete to my chest.

Friend.

He needed a fucking friend.

I should have known. Why the fuck did I think this time would be different? He was upset and needed someone to take away the pain.

I allowed myself to be that doormat.

Again.

And the heart that, only seconds earlier, was doing the polka in my chest, is now deflated like a goddamn slashed helium balloon.