Page 38 of The Puck Chase

“No, it’s that I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual,” I admit for the first time out loud, and all the prick does is roll his eyes.

“Pretty sure,” he scoffs with the shake of his head, watching me closely, before knocking back his shot and slamming down the glass.

Then before I can react, his hand is around my throat and he is walking me backwards, slamming me against the fridge. My head instantly snaps over to where Alexander is, to see if the noise woke him up, but to my surprise he is still sleeping. Yet I’mnot allowed to linger, Daemon grips my chin and forces my stare back to his, his eyes now completely black with something I can’t decipher.

“I can feel your heart racing,” he starts softly, one hand still around my throat, and the other sliding from my chin to my chest. “And you’re looking at me like you want me to kiss you again, yet you’re only pretty sure?”

My mouth is so dry I can’t even respond, and he’s right, my heart is hammering so hard in my chest that I feel like I might pass out, but I don’t move, not a muscle. Not when he leans in even closer, and I can feel his warm breath against my lips, not when his fingers massage my throat in a way I have never craved before, but now I never want him to stop. His eyes trail over my face, watching my every reaction to his touch, and he smiles, as he presses his lips ever so gently to mine, and I huff in frustration.

“Do you like when I kiss you?” he asks, bringing his mouth to mine once more, but pulling back before I can even get a proper taste. His lips trails along my jaw, in barely there touches, until he pushes down further and skims his mouth down my neck. “What about this, do you like this?” His teeth sink into my throat, breaking the skin, until a half gasp and half moan escapes me, and I feel him smile against me. “Yeah, you do like that, don’t you?” He nips and sucks at my skin until I know he will leave another mark.

“Adding this to your list of drunken mistakes?” I manage to choke out, and he pulls back, his gaze moving from my eyes to my lips and back again.

“Nah, I think I’ll save this one for all that jerking off I do,” he jokes, surprising me once again, and before I can respond, his lips are back on mine, erasing any taunt I would have thrown back at him. He kisses me like it’s our last day on earth. There is no hesitation, no second guessing, there is only dominance andpossession, and fuck it makes me feel alive. A feeling that is only intensified when he pulls back and drops to his knees before me, palming my erection. “Come on then, Gray, let’s see how pretty sure you really are,” he grins with a wink, before ripping open my pants, pulling them down, and gripping my cock roughly in his hand.

Fuck.

Daemon Forbes is on his knees for me. I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven.

Without pause, he flexes his fist around the base of my cock, before leaning forward and licking the underside from root to tip, soaking my dick in his spit and making me groan. Pre-cum spills across his tongue and he swirls it around my tip, grunting at the taste, before doing it again much slower, sucking on my crown until I am panting and shuddering.

“Fuck, Forbes,” I moan, tipping my head towards where Alexander is sleeping on the chair, just to check he’s still passed out, but Daemon squeezes me roughly in his hand, bringing my stare back to him instantly.

“Eyes on me, Gray, you know the rules,” he grunts, lapping his tongue across my tip, before teasing my slit with soft, wet flicks that have me losing my fucking mind.

“I’ll follow any fucking rule you want, as long as you don’t stop,” I splutter, watching as he strokes up and down my length roughly with a smirk.

Then I watch in fascination, as he drags my cock slowly across his tongue, taking me to the back of his throat with ease.Fuck. The look in his eyes as he watches me is both powerful and possessive, and is filled with so much need that I can almost taste it. I’ve had plenty of girls on their knees sucking my cock, but none of them have ever looked as good as he does, and none of them have ever made me feel like I might die if they stopped.

With our eyes locked on one another, he pulls back, lapping my entire length with attention and drenching me in more spit, before once again sucking me deep with a loud, appreciative groan. “You look good when you’re getting your cock sucked, Gray,” he teases, swirling his tongue around my crown once more, before sucking me into his mouth again.

“And you look fucking good sucking my cock, Forbes,” I choke out, pleasure wracking my entire body, as it pulses with need at the sight of my cock in his mouth, and I don’t think I have ever been this turned on in my entire life.

“Daemon,” he whispers, swirling his tongue around me like I am his own personal fucking lollipop, before squeezing my base roughly and eyeing me darkly. “If you’re going to moan my name, I mean, make it Daemon, not Forbes,” he pleads, almost desperately, and I smirk with a nod, watching as he takes me back in his mouth once more.

He licks me with expertise, sucking me so fucking perfectly that I can already feel the sweet taste of release dancing up my spine, and I want it. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything, and I can’t contain my gasps and moans, as he bobs his head back and forth on my cock. There is no hatred, no animosity, just pure fucking carnal need, and I am ready to drown myself in it.

Daemon said I was his damnation, but I think he might just be mine.

My hand flexes around the base of his cock as I suck him deep, relishing in the heavy weight of him against my tongue. I love sucking cock, it’s something I’ve enjoyed ever since I did it for the first time. The act of it, the feel of it, the lack of connection it requires, all of it favorable, but nothing or no one has ever tasted as good as ArcherfuckingGray. His cock is hard and thick in my mouth, as I bob my head back and forth and he watches me with rapt attention.

“Oh, fucking hell, Daemon,” he gasps, his hands snapping forward to grip my hair, and I prepare myself for the panic at his touch. Yet my name falling from his lips distracts me completely, slicing right through me and making my stomach flip.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I know that. I shouldn’t be blurring the lines I have drawn in the sand between us multiple times. Yetwith every taunt and text, he hammers against the impenetrable wall around me, and I am becoming addicted to his onslaught. His fingers flex at the base of my neck, digging into my skin there, and the bite of pain has me swallowing around his cock, making him groan. I can tell from the tightness of his hands that he wants more, needs more, and I am ready to give him everything, but not before he begs for it.

“What’s the matter, Golden Boy, did you need something?” I tease, pulling back and lapping at the head of his cock, before slowly closing my mouth around him again and making him choke out a moan. “Come on, I’m not one of your delicate little followers that hang on your every word, you can’t hurt me, no matter how hard you try,” I add, jerking him roughly in my palm, my thumb smudging the fresh pre-cum across his crown like he is my own personal piece of art. “Did any of them ever even let you fuck their throat? Did they let you fuck their mouths raw until you stained it with your cum?” I ask, and I swear his eyes almost roll into the back of his head at my words.

“Fuck, I don’t think I have ever been this hard,” he grits, watching me in fascination, his fingers massaging the chain around my neck. “Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he adds in praise, and fuck, all I can do is imagine spreading him out beneath me and fucking him hard, while he praises how fucking good my cock would feel in his ass.

“Tell me what you need, Archer,” I whisper, his name rolling off my tongue far too easily, as I suck the crown of his dick roughly. My free hand reaches down to palm my own hard and aching cock, as I add, “Beg for it, and I will fucking give it to you.”

With every word that falls from my lips his fingers bite more into my neck, his ocean blue stare holding me hostage, as he leans up off the fridge and towers over me. “I need to fuck your mouth please,” he murmurs softly, slowing pushing his cockagainst my eager tongue, guiding my mouth down his length until I almost gag. “I need you to choke on my cock, until I have fucked away every curse and barb that you have ever tossed my way,” he adds, dragging his cock back and then roughly snapping his hips. “I need to flood your mouth with my cum until this maddening obsession for you stops fucking keeping me awake at night, because you’re all I can fucking think about.”

Fuck.

Every word from his mouth is my undoing, unravelling every argument we’ve ever had, until only need remains. My free hand fumbles with my shorts, shoving them down and gripping my own leaking cock, as he begins to fuck my mouth. I stroke myself while bobbing my head back and forth, meeting his every thrust, until we find a delicious rhythm that has his hands ripping at my hair. And I want nothing more than to please him, to suck his cock so fucking perfectly that it erases anyone else that ever came before me, because Archer Gray is fucking mine.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it, look at you, look how fucking good you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he praises, no longer caring how loud he is being, and pulling a deep guttural groan from the back of my throat as he plows it with his dick. “See what you fucking do to me, whatonlyyou do to me,” he grits through his teeth, as his cock hits the back of my throat again and again.

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