Page 121 of Cheap Shot

Luke grinned and picked up the pace a little, thrusting into Sebastian harder.

“Yeah, he’ll uhh, be coming any second now I think.”

Luke stifled a snicker. Oh, he could last longer thanthat.

“NO! What? Of course not. Oh, fuck you, dude!” Sebastian said, sounding flustered. “I … look, I’m letting you go now. Catch you later. Bye!”

Sebastian ended the call and threw his phone on the couch cushion, gasping at the sudden, hard snap of Crawford’s hips as he picked up speed.

“You fucking asshole,” Sebastian said with a gasp.

“For what?” Crawford said with a grunt. “I gave you plenty of opportunities to tell me no.”

“I didn’t mind you getting things going, I just—” He let out a sharp gasp. Crawford was fucking him in earnest now and the quick, hard pace making pleasure race through Sebastian’s body. “I just didn’t expect …”

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Crawford pointed out.

“Well, no, I was enjoying it. But I didn’t expect you to try to get meoffeither.”

“Did youwantme to leave you high and dry?” Crawford asked, sounding amused.

“No. Shut up.” Sebastian closed his eyes and braced himself against the couch. “And don’t stop fucking me, you asshole.”

Crawford really put his back into it then, letting out a throaty groan. He bounced Sebastian on his dick, using both hands on Sebastian’s hips to fuck him back and forth. It was loud now, their skin slapping together and Sebastian groaned, his head hanging low, moaning with every deep, hard thrust.

He felt like a ragdoll, like Crawford could do whatever he wanted with him, and the thought sent a weird rush of pleasure through Sebastian.

It mingled with the guilt he’d felt earlier as he’d talked to Nicky all while Crawford opened him up and slid inside.

The guilt and the pleasure swirled inside him now, making him feel confused and horny. He was a terrible, disloyal friend and this was no way to repay someone who had been so good to him and yet he could feel the need to come boiling up inside him, whiting all rational thought from his brain …

“Fuck!” Sebastian cried out, shifting to brace with one arm and reach for his cock with the other. “Oh shit. Getting close. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop!”

And Crawford didn’t. He fucked Sebastian with that same relentless, steady pace.

Pleasure ripped through Sebastian. He came, feeling like the orgasm had been yanked from him, shocked, breathless gasps all he could manage as he stroked himself through the release.

When it was over, he went limp, slumping until his forehead pressed to the back of the couch. He panted, his skin damp and sweaty.

Crawford was still inside him.

“Did you come?” Sebastian asked, turning his head.

“No. You want me to keep going or …”

“Pull out and jerk off on my ass,” Sebastian said, tugging up the jersey a little.

“Mmm, fuck. Okay.”

Crawford eased out, and a moment later the condom landed on the coffee table with a wet splat. And then came the slick sounds of Crawford stroking his dick.

Sebastian craned his neck, but he couldn’t really see anything. Too bad, he’d bet it looked hot.

“Fuck, almost there,” Crawford panted. He let out a low groan and came.

Although a little cum landed on Sebastian’s bare ass, he also felt it land on his jersey, the fabric growing heavy and damp against Sebastian’s back.

Crawford had come all over it.