Page 62 of Pucking Amazing

Then his perfect lips are wrapping around my tip and I swear I see stars. He starts bobbing his head, taking me deeper into his mouth each time.

“Shit, Ty,” I groan, barely able to form the words. “So good, baby.”

My hands slide into his hair, tugging lightly. He moans around my shaft, the sound vibrating straight to my core. For a first-timer, he’s a fuckin’ natural. Eagerly licking and sucking like he’s starving for it.

For me.

Ty reaches up to roll my balls in his palm as he picks up speed. Hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue. It’s sloppy and messy and incredible.

My orgasm builds, my abs clenching. I’m not going to last. Not with Tyler Simmonds worshiping my cock like it’s his new religion.

Breathless, I gasp, “Ty, I—I’m close, man.”

His eyes flick up to meet mine, lit with a wicked glint that says he knows exactly the power he holds right now. He doubles his efforts, drawing me even deeper.

Everything narrows down to just this: the pressure building, Ty’s relentless mouth, and the ferocious need clawing at my insides.

It’s almost too much—too intense—and yet, not nearly enough.

“Fuck, Tyler—” The words are a strangled moan as I hit my peak, my vision blurring. His grip on my hips is sure and strong, grounding me as I shudder through the climax.

There’s a pause where the world stops spinning and all I can hear is my own ragged breathing. Slowly, Tyler eases back, letting me slip from his lips with almost reverent care. Eyes still locked on mine, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a pleased look in his eye.

“It was alright?” he asks, a little self-conscious.

I draw him up to me for a rough, breath-stealing kiss, tasting myself on his lips.

“You’re a goddamn prodigy,” I mumble between kisses, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders and down the sinewy muscles of his back.

He responds with a low chuckle, pressing me back against the stacked crates of hockey equipment.

A sharp edge digs into my back, but the discomfort fades fast as Tyler’s hands slip under my shirt, tracing the ridges of my sore muscles. The heat from his fingers burns my skin, igniting a fire that runs rampant through my veins.

“DJ,” he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot and heavy. He bites down gently, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. My hands find their way to the top of his shorts as he continues to mark my skin with his lips and teeth.

“Your turn,” I whisper against his ear, my voice hoarse with desire. Tyler grins, his eyes lighting up in anticipation.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his hands still caressing my body as if they can’t get enough. “Anything you want,” he says, and there’s a challenge in his tone that sends another jolt of arousal straight to my cock.

I spin us around, swapping our positions without breaking contact. He watches intently as I kneel in front of him, mimicking his earlier actions with deliberate slowness, yanking down his shorts and freeing him.

His breath catches in his throat, and the sound alone is nearly enough to drive me wild.

Looking up at him, I give him a sly smile before I take him into my mouth. Tyler lets out a low groan, his hands finding their way into my hair, guiding me deeper. I set a rhythm that has him gasping, teasing and taking in equal measure.

It doesn’t take long for Tyler to be whispering my name, his hips bucking slightly as he struggles to keep control. I hum in satisfaction. I’ve got him exactly where I want him.

My tongue swirls around him, drawing out all the sounds I love to hear from those lips.

He tenses, his grip on my hair tighten. “DJ,” he breathes out, a warning or an invitation—I take it as both.

“Come on, Ty,” I coax, stroking him with my hand. “Let go for me.”

And as soon as my mouth envelops him again he does. With a broken groan, Tyler’s control snaps, and he surrenders to the sensation, his climax overtaking him in a delicious rush. Gradually, I ease him through his release before rising back to my full height and pulling him into another searing kiss.

His arms wrap around me tightly, nearly lifting me off the ground, before he pulls back to meet my eyes.

“That was unbelievable,” he says softly, his gaze open and sincere. “You’re unbelievable.”

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