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“Tighter,” I urged him and winced with pleasure as he did as I’d requested. My gaze traveled upward from the juice leaking from his cock to his eyes. His hair was disheveled, and his lips were wet and parted, his eyes glazed. “You’re so sexy.” It came out unbidden, but it was true. Reid had been an idiot to cheat on him. I didn’t even understand how anyone could. Jesse was funny and sweet and hot, and fuck me did he know how to give a hand job. Everything, really. He was good at everything.
“Really?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I wanna see you come really badly.”
“If you come, I will. I promise. You got a big load in there for me?”
“Uh-huh,” I said dully. It was all I had. Pleasure saturated me, and I stopped worrying about the people around us. Forgot about them, in fact.
“Wish I could lean over right now and suck you into my mouth. I want you filling it. So big and smooth, that fat head bumping the back of my throat. All that precum coating my tongue. Actually…hang on.”
“Jesse,” I hissed as he glanced around and then ducked under the table.
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Ibumped my head on one of the crossbars under the table but recovered quickly and pushed Sam’s knees wide as he gripped the top of his thigh with one hand and tried to keep the camera steady with the other.
I fucking loved giving head, and my only regret as I closed my fingers around Sam’s thick base and sampled the supersized drop of juice glazing his tip was that I wouldn’t be treated to those throaty moans of his I’d come to absolutely fucking adore.
But the way his thighs shook when I took him deep was a good second runner-up. His fingers tangled in my hair and took root, tightening as he got closer to coming apart.
The combination of hard-core deep-throat action and my fist working his base was what finally did it. And though it was quiet enough that I was sure I was the only one to hear it, the sexiest little growl rumbled in his throat as he slid to the edge of his seat, thrusting so deep that my watering eyes spilled over as he lost it. I swallowed twice and then used the rest of his jizz to bring myself to a quick, gut-zinging orgasm.
With my cheek resting against the inside of his knee, I stroked us both slowly through the comedown, having discovered after our third video that Sam absolutely loved a post-O slowstroke, and that I absolutely loved the blissfully dopey smile that resulted. I honestly couldn’t think of another person I’d enjoyed getting off so much. Giving Sam pleasure was truly a pleasure, and as he stroked my hair gently, in the back of my mind it occurred to me there could be a time when that stopped and I’d have to be okay with it.
I pushed the thought aside because that was for some other Jesse to worry about. Not present Jesse, who still had the delightful taste of Sam in his mouth and spunk all over his boxers.
“I have no idea what that video’s going to look like,” Sam said quietly when I emerged from under the table and we began packing our stuff up. “Trying to stay quiet made me all shaky. I’m not even sure I got the money shot, and I know I accidentally got your full face in there at least once.”
“Most of that money shot hit the back of my throat, anyway. The rest can be edited. But I’ll bet it’ll be a hit. The public shit always is. Everyone wants to watch it; few actually want to do it.” I double-checked under the table and on the chairs to make sure we hadn’t left any unwanted DNA surprises for the next table guests, and then we headed outside.
“I’m gonna have to tell Coach I did a big leg day yesterday when he asks me why I’m running like shit. My thighs are toast from the straining. Jesus. Worth it, though.”
“I don’t have work tonight, so when you get home I’ll give you a massage if you want.” I waggled my brows invitingly. “Technically we haven’t tackled straight-boy massage yet.”
“I’ve been thinking about that, actually.”
“Ohhhh, you have? This sounds promising.” I’d only been half-serious. I mean, obviously I would’ve jumped at the chance to play out the massage fantasy for Sam’s OnlyFans page, but I equally liked the idea of splaying him out on my bed and rubbing him until his muscles were Jell-O just because his body probably needed it, and I bet he’d love being pampered. I didn’t care if he had a team trainer; there was no way Pat would put as much dedication and care into it as I would.
“I think we’ve probably recorded enough jerks and blowjobs.” Sam’s gaze lingered on me sidelong, and my stomach swooped before a pit the size of Montana opened up. He was going to tell me he’d met some quota, that we’d banked enough videos and my services were no longer required. A sour taste filled the back of my throat as Sam stopped in front of the stairs to the Life Sciences building and faced me.
His brows pinched in concern. “Are you okay? Shit, you look pale.” He grabbed my shoulders like he was afraid I was about to keel over even though I put a hand up in protest.
“I’m good. I got light-headed for a minute there,” I lied, because who the fuck wanted to admit they’d had an anxiety spike over potentially not being able to film a guy jerking off anymore. My mother would be so proud.
“Here, sit for a second,” Sam insisted, turning me around and guiding me to a nearby bench. “Low blood sugar is nothing to mess around with. If you passed out, you could crack your head on the pavement.”
“Says the guy who regularly takes a beating on the field. What are you looking for?” I asked as he dug through his backpack.
“This.” Sam produced a granola bar with a triumphant flourish and handed it to me. “Eat it. My youngest brother has hypoglycemia, so I got used to always having something tucked away. He knocked his front tooth out once when he passed out in our kitchen, and then my mom almost passed out because of all the blood. Our dog, Teddy, ran through the blood and tracked it through the house and…yeah. Big fiasco.”
“What a charming family story to relive at the holidays,” I said as I nibbled a corner of the bar.
He dropped down onto the bench beside me. “We’ve got many just like that. My sister—not the one with the blood disorder—is a reflexive puker. If she even hears someone gag or cough the wrong way, she hurls. I’m sure you can imagine what that was like when a stomach bug ran through the house.”
I laughed, even though it sounded awful, because he told the story with the kind of brotherly fondness that lit up his face.