Page 92 of Pucking Amazing

I nod eagerly. We stumble down the hall, leaving a trail of discarded shirts and jeans behind us. When we reach the bed, both in just our underwear, a flicker of nerves surges through me.

Just tell him.

I pull back slightly.

“I’ve been thinking...” I meet DJ’s eyes, swallowing hard. “I want you to...you know.” Heat rises in my cheeks. “Fuck me.”

The words come out quietly but DJ hears them loud and clear.

His eyes sparkle with a dark gleam but his handsome face softens. “We’ll take it nice and slow, Ty. I’ve got you.”

DJ kisses me again, this time tender and reassuring.

My heart pounds as he eases me back onto the mattress, his fingertips skimming along my abs. I’m already moaning as DJ hooks his fingers in the waistband of my boxer briefs. “This okay?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please.”

With a smile, he tugs them down, exposing me completely. I’m already achingly hard, and DJ meets my eyes, a gleam in his eye, before wrapping his mouth around me, so tight I see stars.

His lips glide along my shaft, tongue swirling, as he takes me deep. I gasp and buck my hips involuntarily.

“Fuck, Deej, that feels incredible...”

DJ hums around me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body. He works me slowly, purposefully, building me higher with every slick slide. My fingers thread through his hair, needing something to anchor me.

He pulls off and before I have time to miss him he’s crawling up my body, kissing and nipping at my heated skin.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he purrs. “Gonna take such good care of you.”

I capture his mouth in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling, the taste myself on his lips dizzying. Breaking away, DJ reaches over to the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer before pulling out lube and a condom. The snick of the cap sends a thrill down my spine.

“Just breathe,” DJ soothes as he drizzles the cool liquid over his fingers. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”

The first press of his finger into my ass makes me tense reflexively. But DJ peppers soft kisses across my face, my jaw, down my neck as he works me open with gentle persistence.

By the time he’s three fingers deep, I’m a writhing, desperate mess beneath him.

“Please, Deej,” I beg, my voice wrecked. “I need you inside me. Now.”

DJ groans, his eyes flashing with desire. He withdraws his fingers and I whine at the emptiness. But then he’s positioning the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, holding my gaze.

I nod frantically. “Yes, god yes.”

Slowly, torturously, DJ pushes forward. The stretch and burn as he breaches me makes me gasp. His fingers were one thing, but Christ, his cock feels so big.

“That’s it, Tyler, you’re doing so good,” he says gently, leaning down to kiss me again. “God, you feel unreal around me.”

When he’s fully seated, DJ stills, giving me a moment to adjust. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—so full, split open on his thick length. My cock is so hard it almost hurts.

I experimentally squeeze my muscles around him and we both moan.

“Christ, Ty,” DJ grits out. “You keep doing that and this is gonna be over embarrassingly fast.”

I grin up at him, feeling a rush of power. “Then you better start moving.”

DJ answers with a deep, primal kiss as he starts to roll his hips. His thrusts are measured at first, letting me get used to the sensation. But soon, the intensity builds until he’s driving into me relentlessly, hitting a mind-blowing spot deep inside with every snap of his hips.

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