Page 50 of The Puck Chase

“Do you have any idea how fucking crazy you make me,” I pant, rubbing our cocks together, the look in his eyes undoing me completely. “I haven’t slept a fucking wink because of your scent in my god damn bed, it’s drove me fucking insane,” I grit angrily, desperately aching for more, but all the cocky prick does, is smile.

“Sounds like you're obsessed with me, Forbes,” he muses, his voice coming out a little breathy, and I swear he knows the effect he has on me. Yet still he insists on pushing my fucking buttons.

“What did I tell you about my fucking name?” I snap, my cock begging for more, begging for him, begging for anything he will give me.

“Oh you are definitely obsessed with me,Daemon,” he purrs, dragging out my name, and I roll my hips even faster, my fingersdigging into the skin around his throat until I can feel his rapidly beating pulse.

“You made me obsessed with you,” I clap back instantly, pulling his mouth back to mine without pause, claiming it once more. There are no more words, as I push him further into his desk, spreading him wider, as I rut against him, wishing I was fucking him. When he pulls back, he groans, long and deep, the sound vibrating off my bones, and fuck do I want more. “We both know I can make you come like this,” I taunt, not stopping the rough rocking of my hips, as I trail my tongue down his throat. “But it’s not enough for you, is it?” I ask, nipping and sucking the skin of his neck, until his hands are fisted in my shirt, pulling me even closer.

His head is already shaking before I’ve even finished speaking, as he continues to press up against my body, meeting me thrust for thrust. “I need more,” he pants, barely gasping out his words, and fuck, when he sounds like that I would give him the whole fucking world if I could.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, slowing the movement of our hips, grinding our cocks together in sync until his moans turn pained.

My breaths come in quick pants, my cock leaking and throbbing, as I glide my hands to his hips, gripping his waistband, and then slowly sliding them down his hips until I can free his dick. Then I push back slightly, his eyes following every movement of my hand, as I release my own cock and give it a slow, leisurely stroke. Both our tips are stained in pre-cum, and fuck I want to lick him clean, the taste of him still so fresh on my tongue that it makes me feel dizzy.

Reaching forward, I align us both, spreading our arousal down our shafts until they are completely coated. Only then do I lean back over him, spitting directly onto our crowns and soaking us thoroughly, as Archer groans at the sight. “Fucking hell, that’s hot,” he moans, his breath hitching as I stroke us bothtogether slowly. “You drive me fucking crazy too,” he hisses, his eyes fixed on the movement of my hand, as I jerk us both off at the same time.

“Good, because you’re fucking mine now, Archer. I own you and I own your fucking pleasure,” I warn him, stroking us a little harder, but he just nods at every single one of my words, like he has been desperate to hear them. “I’m going to stroke you, suck you, and fuck you, until you remember me, and only me,” I demand, as his head drops back, revealing the line of red marks I have just left on his throat.

“Fuck, Daemon,” he drags out on a moan, and all I can do is smile, as he starts to fuck up into my fist.

The feel of his dick, rubbing against mine, is unlike anything I have ever felt. My entire body is pulsing with need and desire, at the sound of my name falling from his lips. “That’s it, good fucking boy, say my name, tell me who’s making you feel good,” I curse, swiping my thumb across our crowns, spreading more of our pre-cum messily over our tips. “Come on, Arch, tell me how good your cock feels rubbing against mine, tell me how much you want me to suck it again.”

“So fucking good, Daemon, so fucking much,” he breathes out desperately, spurring me on to jerk us faster and tighter, pulling more moans from him, and fuck, I can’t believe I have been denying myself this for so long.

Grabbing the back of his neck, I pull his head down, kissing him again, more urgently this time, claiming him completely. I kiss, and bite, and suck, all the while fucking my hand with our cocks, until I feel like I might pass out from the pleasure. It’s all too much, he’s too much, he always has been, yet still I want more. I want him, all of him, I want this. I want my hand wrapped around us, fucking us both, I want his cock in my mouth, and mine in his. I want him spread out beneath me, while I show him how good it would feel for me to be buried deepinside of him, until he is shaking and sweating, and begging for more.

Every thought is sweet and delicious torture, as his slick body moves against my own, pushing me into the abyss of him before I can even grasp what is happening. “I’m gonna fucking come,” I choke out, squeezing us tighter, stroking my fist even faster. “Come for me, Archer, come all over my cock and show me who you belong to,” I demand, as my own release bursts from the end of my dick, coating my fingers and our cocks in long ropes of pleasure, but I don’t stop. My hand doesn’t falter for a second, stroking my cum along our shafts, as I grit against his mouth. “Come on, baby, give it to me.”

“Oh fuck,” he hisses, rutting into my hand until he explodes, his orgasm pulsing from his cock and covering my fingers until we are both panting, breathless, and satisfied, but still I slam my mouth back to his.

Our kiss is slow this time, sensual, as I enjoy the soft press of his mouth against mine, letting myself have something that is just for me, and only me. When I eventually pull back, I can’t help but breathe him in. His eyes are wide, some confusion still lingering there, and I push back off him, bringing my fingers to my lips and licking them clean, as he watches me warily.

“Want to tell me what that was?” he asks, slowly pushing off his desk and tucking himself away, as I watch him silently, and suddenly, I don’t know what to say.

“We can talk when you get back,” I start, nodding towards his stuff spilled out on the floor, and all he does is smile at me again like I’m crazy, as I back away towards his door.

“I thought you didn’t want me?” he asks cockily, looking sexier than I have ever fucking seen him, and I can’t help but return his smirk.

“And I thought you already realized I am a liar,” I grunt, before turning on my heel and slipping out his door, leaving behind the sounds of his laughter.

Archer Gray might make me fucking crazy, but at least I know I can do the same to him.

Christmas Day is always just another day for me. A fucked up, festive reminder, that the only person who ever truly cared about me, is dead. Of course I have Josh, he’s been by my side for the last three years, being the best friend I could have ever asked for, and this year he is joined by Hallie. Despite our voyeuristic encounter, things have been surprisingly normal since I returned from Archer’s house yesterday. We enjoyed our usual dinner together last night, and exchanged gifts this morning, and by the time they left to go to her parent’s house for dinner, I was feeling lighter than I had in years.

After leaving Archer’s room, his onslaught of text messages started almost immediately, and I wish I could say I hated it, but being annoyed by him just feels natural at this point. Even though I spent today alone, cooking myself dinner and thendessert, I never felt lonely, because any time my mind began to stray to Ryan, my phone chimed with another ridiculous message from my teammate.

He sent me pictures of his food, of all the gifts he received, including the multiple pairs of ridiculous boxers from his brother, Everest, some random animal facts, and of course his nightly dick pic, which had me reaching for my own instantly. It’s why, when my phone chimes again for the hundredth time today, I expect it to be Archer, but to both my dismay and delight, I find it’s his sister instead.

Aurora - Merry Christmas Daemon

Her message makes me smile instantly, I don’t get many Christmas wishes. In fact, aside from Josh, Hallie, and Archer, she is the only one, and I’m grateful for each of them.

Daemon - Merry Christmas Aurora

I respond quickly, more than used to our casual back and forth, and when I see typing bubbles, I anticipate seeing more art, moving to grab my sketchbook so I can return the favor, but that’s not what I get.

Aurora - So, my brother has more hickeys…

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