Page 44 of The Puck Chase

I know I could turn around right now, and go return the attention of any one of the girls who tried their luck with me earlier. Hell, I could probably even find another guy. And that’s not me being cocky, it’s just a fact. A ridiculous and bullshit fact, because none of them would be him.

The bass of the music thrums beneath us, as his stare continues to search mine, and I can see he’s desperate, but for what I’m not sure. Especially when he whispers, “I told you to stop wasting your time.”

I reach one of my hands up slowly, placing it on his racing heart over his shirt, forcing an almost pained gasp from his mouth as I reply, “Don’t tell me this is all in my head, I know you feel it.”

“Archer,” my name falls from his lips in a one word warning, one meant to deter me, but all it does is drag me in even deeper.

“I know you feel it,” I repeat, desperate for another taste of him, licking my lips in preparation, his gaze tracking my every move. “I know this isn’t one sided, I know you want me, want this,” I add, reaching my other hand up to touch his face, but his hand flies out, snapping around my throat.

Again, I know it’s meant to warn me off, but all it does is turn me the fuck on.

“I don’t want you,” he forces out, squeezing my throat roughly in warning, but I lean into his hold, desperate for more.

“Such a skilled and wicked mouth,” I choke out, pressing into him and rubbing my erection against his own, smiling in delight. “Can you still taste my cum when you spill such pretty lies?” I ask, before slowly dropping to my knees at his feet and looking up at him. “Come on, let me show you how good it canbe between us,” I purr, forcing bravado I definitely don’t feel into my tone, as my hands reach up and grab his belt.

Only then does his stare darken, his hand tightening around my throat, as he lowers himself onto the edge of his bed and pulls my face towards his. “You think you have what it takes to please me, Gray?” he laughs, a new look in his eye taking shape, and it sends a thrill through me, as he leans back on one of his hands and nods towards his belt. “Come on then, Golden Boy, do your worst.”

His command slams into me like an anchor, and my hands shake as I slowly but steadily unbuckle his belt. I’m not surprised that his black jeans hide black boxers, and I smirk as he lifts up, helping me pull them both down, greeting me with his hard cock.Fuck. It’s long, thick, and fucking beautiful, which is never something I thought I would think about a cock, but like every other rule I’ve always followed, Daemon Forbes seems to be the exception.

Leaning forward, I use one of my hands to lift his shirt slightly, revealing a jagged scar along his groin, it’s so deep below his waist that I have never seen it before. My eyes flash to him in question, but his stare remains blank. He’s not hiding, not running, yet I also sense that he isn’t willing to tell me the story behind it, not right now at least, but I need him to know I don’t care about the scars. So, I keep my stare on his, as I lean forward and drag my tongue along the mark on his skin, teasing and tasting it until goosebumps mark his thighs, and I pull a gasp from the back of his throat.

I pull back and marvel at the length of him, my hand gently stroking him softly, and relishing in the smooth weight of him in my palm. “You’re not scared, are you?” he taunts, even though his words are gritted through his teeth, so I already know I’m having an effect on him, and I can’t help but smirk.

“My worst is going to be the best you’ve ever fucking had,” I promise boldly, not feeling as confident as I sound, but still holding him firmly in my hand, without a fucking clue what I’m doing.

I stroke him up and down like I would to my own dick, and without warning he releases my throat, grabs my hand, and then spits into my palm, guiding it back to his dick. “It’s just like you would do with your own,” he tells me, guiding my now slick hand up and down his cock. “You want to get it nice and wet.” He releases me, letting me jerk him until he is grunting his approval, and when I lick my lips in anticipation of sucking him, he adds, “Now open your mouth.”

My jaw drops at his demand, dipping my tongue out to lash against his crown, lapping up his pre-cum, and before he can give me another command, I am swirling my tongue around his head, practically licking him clean.Fuck. He tastes raw and masculine, the unfamiliar tang exploding on my tongue makes me desperate for more. I think back to the porn I’ve been watching on repeat for the last two weeks, in preparation for ever being in this position, and without worrying too much, I slowly slide his head into my mouth and suck gently.

The feeling is strange, yet I tease and taste, using my hand and mouth in tandem to get him off, noting every hitch of his breath, as one of his hands comes to rest lazily in my hair, guiding me a little. “Come on, Gray, you can do better than that,” he challenges, his eyes turning almost black, as he watches me suck him, his words only spurring me on even more.

Taking him further, I grip him tighter in my hand and bob my head up and down, licking and sucking the same way he did me, as I try to get used to this unfamiliar act. I savor every little grunt of approval that slips past his lips, letting it guide and teach me, until my confidence begins to grow. His hand tightensin my hair when I try to take him a little deeper, earning another grunted praise.

“That’s it, choke on me,” he groans, making my own cock yearn for attention, as he almost hits the back of my throat and I gag, tears gathering in my eyes. “Hmm, looks like we need to work on that gag reflex,” he adds, stroking my cheek, as a tear falls, gathering it on his thumb and then sucking it into his mouth. “You taste good when you cry for me.”

My throat burns, but the need to please him outweighs anything else, so I just keep pushing, sucking, licking and jerking, until I know he is ready to snap, and only then do I pull back and taunt him. “Come on, Forbes, I know you’re itching to punish me,” I start, stroking him firmly. “So don’t hold back, I can take it.”

He eyes me darkly as I provoke him, before gripping my hair tightly to almost the point of pain, and guiding his dick back to my mouth, as he stands, towering over me. “Remember, you asked for it,” he grins, his smile intoxicating, as his cock slides against my tongue once more, pushing all the way to the back of my throat until my eyes begin to water and my lungs begin to burn. “Breathe,” he commands, holding himself there at the back of my throat, and I force air in through my nose, trying not to panic. “You look so pretty like this,” he grunts, thrusting a little, as if he expects to get deeper, and I gag, making him smile. “Look at you, so fucking desperate to have me, that you came in here begging to suck my cock when you don’t even know how.” He draws himself back as he speaks, only to thrust into my mouth again, even rougher.

Spit spills from my lips at his intrusion, my eyes watering even more than before, but when he hits the back of my throat again and moans long and loud, everything else is forgotten. I want him to fuck my mouth, I want my throat to fucking burn from his assault, reminding me he was there. I want to bruiseand break and fucking bleed, just to see his eyes stained with lust like they are now, knowing I am the one to make him feel this way.

It’s what has me hollowing my cheeks and sucking harder, pushing further, gripping rougher, until the second I see his final restraints snap. His other hand comes up to join the first in my hair, gripping it at my roots, and then he is fucking my mouth, plunging between my lips until I feel like I might pass out. Yet as I watch him watch me, I am completely enthralled, so much so that I just take his assault without complaint, gagging and spluttering until I can’t fucking breathe, while silently begging for more.

Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Not dull, something to pass the time and bring you a quick shot of pleasure, but like you are losing your goddamn mind and they are the only one who can find it for you? Like you are dying and they are the air you fucking need to breathe. Being with him is intoxicating and I never want to be sober again.

“I thought you could take it, hmm?” he asks, using his grip on my hair to tilt my head back, adjusting the angle and sending him even deeper. “Not so cocky now, are you, baby?” he grunts, cracking his neck and fucking my mouth even harder, probably not even realizing the term of endearment that just fell from his lips.

His thrusts are completely controlled, his cock never fully leaving my mouth, yet if I could, I would stay here forever, because the way he is looking at me right now is my undoing. His stare is possessive in a way that rips me apart, and when my scalp begins to sting beneath his grasp, I know he is getting close. I choke and gag, swallowing around his length, and pulling a deep masculine sound unlike anything I have ever heard from the back of his throat.

“Yes, that’s it, look at you taking me so fucking well,” he groans, his praise is like a fucking bolt of lightning, and fuck I want more. “So good,” he spits, rutting into me, his hips snapping roughly. “Going to train this mouth to take only my cock,” he adds, his words cutting off into a deep, guttural yell, as he finally finds his release. “Fuck, yes, I’m coming.” His thrusts become sloppy, as warm jets of cum splash against the back of my throat, and fuck it tastes better than I ever expected.

I don’t stop sucking until his body is shaking and he’s dropping back down onto the bed, his grip loosening on my hair. His hands soften it back down into place, as his thumbs swipe at the tears on my face, but I’m too far gone to care. Without warning I grab him, slamming my lips to his and spilling his salty release across his tongue, making him grunt into my mouth, before pulling back with a smirk.

“Now we’re even,” I gasp, my throat hoarse and dry, but I don’t care, as I rip open my jeans and fist my cock, fucking my hand roughly over him.

I’m so desperate to come that it doesn’t even take five strokes for me to get there, long ropes of cum exploding from my dick, covering both our hands and cocks. Only then do I pause and try to catch my breath, stumbling to my feet with my cock still in hand, until I can collapse onto his bed beside him.

“Mediocre at best,” he grunts, eyeing me where I now lie in his bed, like I am going to steal it, and I roll my eyes at his bold-faced lie.

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