Page 28 of Cheap Shot

Sebastian hummed, carefully slipping one testicle in his mouth to gently roll it across his tongue.

He took his time, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin until Crawford grabbed his chin and forced him away. “Stop wasting my time and get your mouth on my dick.”

“Aww, is someone feeling grumpy?” Sebastian taunted. “Did they take a stupid penalty and lose the game for their team tonight?”

Crawford let out a growl of frustration that made Sebastian laugh.

Of course, that opened his mouth wide, which Crawford used as an opportunity to slide his dick between Sebastian’s lips.

So, Sebastian got a grip on Crawford’s muscular thighs, opened his throat and hung on tight as Crawford fucked his face,exactlylike he’d hoped.

All the stress and worry about his business, about Harper, about his sister, they vanished. There was nothing Sebastian had to think about other than not choking or gagging. All he had to do was enjoy the ride.

Spit dripped down his chin as Crawford sped up and a few minutes later he got a low, rough, “You want my cum, cocksucker?”

Sebastian gave Crawford a thumbs-up, which got a choked little laugh like last time, but seriously, how the fuck else was Sebastian supposed to communicate with his mouth otherwise occupied?

And then moments later, Crawford’s grip tightened on Sebastian’s skull and his chin met pubes.

Crawford came with a desperate groan that sent a pulse of heat through Sebastian’s body. Cum slid down his throat in several hard spurts and he was just starting to get a little lightheaded when Crawford let go.

Sebastian pulled back, gratefully gulping in oxygen, and glanced up.

“Get up here,” Crawford snarled. He grabbed Sebastian by the collar of his T-shirt and hauled him to his feet, turning and spinning him around.

The door rattled again, and Sebastian pressed his flushed cheek against it.

The heat and pressure from Crawford’s body was suddenly gone and he opened his mouth to protest, to complain, when he pulled a small packet of lube from God knew where and slapped it on the tiny shelf by the door that served as Sebastian’s entry table.

Damn it, he’d planned for that.

Not that Sebastian was complaining when Crawford got his jeans undone and wrapped a slick, rough hand on his cock. Sebastian cried out, the grip almosttootight, but then Crawford was stroking and it was so good Sebastian’s knees went weak.

The long, rough strokes pulled a deep moan from Sebastian’s chest and he trembled, surprised by how close he was to coming already.

Shit, it wasn’t going to take much tonight, was it?

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like it like that, don’t you?” Crawford asked, his voice a low rumble in Sebastian’s ear.

Sebastian panted, hand scrabbling for something—anything—to hold on to. He finally got a grip on the doorframe and clung to it, the edge digging into his palm.

“I bet you like gettingfuckedlike that too.”

Sebastian imagined it, imagined getting pushed up against a doorframe or bent over the couch, split open and drilled hard, while Crawford growled filthy words at him.

Sebastian came with a hoarse shout, shaking, the release torn from his body before he could think of holding back. He came until his balls ached and his knees were weak, and the last few rough strokes of Crawford’s handhurtin the best of ways.

When Crawford finally let go and stepped away, Sebastian stayed exactly where he was for a moment, half-afraid his knees would buckle when he finally released his death grip on the doorway.

Sebastian stayed upright but he did wobble a little and his fingers trembled as he tucked his cock away. He did up his jeans before staggering over to the chair where he liked to sit and listen to records.

A mocking laugh followed him as Crawford walked past him to wash his hands at the kitchen sink.

A little presumptuous of him, but Sebastian didn’t have it in him to argue. His entire being felt like a puddle of melted goo.

God, he’d needed that.

He was still sprawled on the chair when Crawford left without a word.