Page 39 of My Pucking Crush

My cock tightens at his confession. “And have you... Ever sucked a cock?” I reach for my zipper.

“Yeah.” He bites his lip, watching my hand.

“Did youlikeit?” I ask forcibly.

His eyes cloud up and darkness comes through. “Eventually.”

“Pleasing a lover gets me off.”

“A lover.” Max clears his throat. “That implies a relationship.”

“So you never had one? Even a regular fuck boy?”

“In high school, sort of. Freshman year.”

“Do you want one now?” I ask before better sense stops me. “I mean, now at your age?”

His eyes cut down my bare chest to my waist where I hope he can’t see my blooming hard-on. “I... I don’t know what I want.”

My hand leaves my trouser fly as confusion and frustration reddens his face. “I only came in here to brush my teeth. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”

“It’s fine.” His eyes drink me in.

“Do you have a question for me, Max Ryan?”

He stiffens and grips the towel tighter. “I have a lot of questions. You know so much about me, and I really don’t know anything about you.”

“It’s best to keep it that way. A client can’t know too many details about a bodyguard. You’re already a target.”

“What does that mean?”

“Some bodyguards have a shady past and do this work because it takes a certain type of person.”

“I know what kind of person you are, as far as this job and your previous one. What kind ofmanare you?”

I consider kissing him to show him exactly what kind of man I am.

“The kind of man who punishes a smart mouth with mine. When my lips meet his, my intentions are crystal clear. There’s panting and throat vibrating, whimpers from my lips and tongue. There’s begging for me. There’s aching and hunger. More of my kiss. More of my touch. More of my cock. When he staggers off after a good fucking, he doesn’t remember his name. That’s the kind of man I am.”

Max’s lips quiver like every word hits a nerve. “What... What are we doing about the bed situation?” he asks, gripping the towel.

“I’m open to suggestions,” I answer like an idiot, but fuck, flirting with this guy gets my heart racing.

He rearranges in front of me as his hand brushes the front of his towel, the outline of an erection forming. Eyes blazing with lust, he drops the damn thing. “Get in that bed, Luca.”

My heart seizes and reason steals any shred of sanity I have left. I’m his bodyguard, and have to protect him until the end of the season. What if taking this further clouds my judgment in a dangerous situation?

“You top guys?” I ask him, sliding off my pants and kicking them across the bathroom floor.

“If that’s what it’s called.”

“That’s what it’s called.”

“No one fucks me. I...” He shakes his head. “That’sa deal breaker.”

And a red flag for me, hinting at some kind of sexual trauma. Anger clouds me. There’s something dark in his past, and I suspect taking my dick up his ass might trigger him.

“Did someone hurt you in your past, Max?”

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