The Player

Sam Dixon burned with raw need, his hand already freeing his throbbing cock from his pants. He gripped it tight, stroking with fierce urgency, each pull stoking the fire in his gut. The door creaked open, and there stood Jake Cannon, eyes locking on the scene. Without a word, Jake dropped to his knees and engulfed Sam's dick, lips sliding down the shaft in one hungry plunge. Sam groaned, the heat of Jake's mouth nearly undoing him. He seized Jake's waist, yanking his pants down to expose that firm, waiting ass. No pause, no tease—Sam spread those cheeks and drove his tongue deep into the tight ring, tasting salt and surrender, lapping with shameless greed. Jake bucked against him, moaning around the cock in his throat. Then Sam rose, slick and ready, and slammed home, burying himself balls-deep in Jake's willing heat. They moved like beasts unleashed, hips crashing in a brutal rhythm, sweat-slick skin slapping until ecstasy hit—Sam flooding Jake's depths as Jake spilled across the floor, both men shattering in shared release.