Page 56 of The Puck Chase

“You know I don’t care, right?” He questions, and I frown slightly, before he adds, “About your scars, I mean.” His words have my heart racing in my chest, and bile burning up the back of my throat, as I start to panic, but still he pushes on. “I mean, you don’t have to talk to me about them, or tell me what happened or anything, unless you want to, but I just need you to know that you don’t have to hide them from me,” he murmurs softly, not a trace of dishonesty in his tone, as tears begin to blur my stare. “That first night in your room, you tore off your shirt, and I didn’t even notice them at first. Instead, all I could do was focus on how fucking beautiful and powerful you looked as you fucked that girl, andfuck,” he drags out, as if the memory is right there before him. “I think I was gone for you right then and there if I’m truly being honest with myself,” he laughs, and now my heart races for another reason, that unfamiliar feeling once again fluttering around my stomach. “Anyway, I just thought you should know, they aren’t what I see when I look at you,” he sighs, and when I still don’t say anything, I feel the bed dip again, as he rolls flat onto his back.

“I have nightmares,” I find myself admitting, so quietly that I’m sure he must have missed it.

Yet the bed dips again, and I can feel the heat of his body close to mine. “About the scars?” he asks softly, and I nod, even in the dark.

“Sometimes about the scars,” I confess for the first time, ignoring the phantom pain that floods my nervous system at the thought. “Sometimes about other things,” I add, trying not to let the images of my brother’s lifeless form assault me, and I almost startle when his rough palm slides into mine.

“Is that why your body is so tense right now?” he questions, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, and again I nod. “Because you’re not used to someone being in your bed with you,” he confirms, his other hand coming up to trace my jaw, and I tip my head up and down in his hold.

“People think they can handle the awful truths of the world, the worst of what happens in real life, but they’re wrong. I know their limits, I know they can’t handle the darkness that consumes me, so I don’t let them in, it’s easier that way,” I tell him, praying he can’t pick up on the pain in my voice, but also hoping he understands it.

Like he said in the shower, he has always been searching for more, and I think I understood him at that moment, more than I care to admit.

“You let me in,” he responds, so close now that I can feel his warm breath against my jaw, and fuck, my cock is already hardening again at his proximity.

“I didn’t let you in, you forced your way in, kicking and screaming and throwing a damn tantrum until I gave you my attention,” I reply, and he smirks against my jaw, as his body presses into mine, and it’s only now I realize he’s naked. He’s naked in my fucking bed.

Fuck.

“And look how well it worked out for me,” he purrs, flicking his tongue against my ear, as he grinds himself into me like a fucking dog. “I’m naked and hard in your bed, even after you made me come so hard in the shower that I felt like I might pass out,” he teases, dragging his mouth until it meets mine. “I’m so fucking blind with need for you, that I feel like I can’t fucking breathe,” he gasps, against my lips, as he pushes up over me and presses me down into the mattress. “And you think, what? That I can’t handle your darkness?” He groans into my mouth, sucking on the tongue that was just inside him, as he forces down myboxers and releases my cock so it can glide against his own. “I’ve done nothing but crave your darkness for three fucking years, Daemon, so just know there is no scaring me away. I want you, scars and all.”

I flip him over so fast, that he has barely even finished speaking and I already have him splayed out beneath me, plunging my lips back to his. A savage sound rips from the back of my throat as I kiss him and claim him, his jaw flexing with every sound I make above him. His hands explore the plains of my back, pulling at the tank top hiding my past, and for the first time ever I want someone to see them. I want to rip off my fucking shirt and let my scars bleed all over him, knowing he will lap up every drop.

His hands fist in my hair, as he fights a battle with his tongue against mine, and still I need more. I grind my rock hard cock against his, our new position giving me the perfect angle to flex my hips over him, as his cock thickens against my own. “Need you, Daemon,” he pants against my lips, meeting me thrust for thrust, and fuck, does he not realize what those words do to me. Whathedoes to me?

Pulling back, I look at him, my eyes now slightly adjusted in the dark, and I swear I have never seen him look more at peace before, and fuck, I want him. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything, and I’m someone who got used to never letting myself want things, but with him it’s different.

“Need you, too,” I grunt, trailing my tongue to his chest and swirling it around his nipple, before pulling back with a wink. “Now suck me nice and good, okay?” Then I am flipping us back over and maneuvering our bodies, until he is straddling me on all fours, guiding his cock to my mouth, and sucking him deep and slow.

“Fuck, Daemon,” he curses, falling forward and lapping at the head of my cock lazily, as his hits the back of my throat, and I grunt.

“Not yet, baby, need to prepare this tight virgin hole first,” I toss back, teasing his rim with my finger, and once again pulling ungodly sounds from the back of his throat.

This position has him even more spread out for me than before, and I let his cock fall from my mouth, as I spit on his back hole, getting his ass nice and sloppy with my spit. Only then do I suck him back into my mouth, pushing my finger into his ass at the same time, and savoring the deep, masculine groan that rips out of his chest.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” He moans in question, as my finger finds that sweet spot inside of him, and massages it roughly, as I let his cock fall from my mouth with a wet plop.

“What’s wrong, Gray? Has no one ever sucked your cock and found your prostate for you before?” I tease, fucking his hole with my finger and stretching him out for me. “Now, suck my dick and fuck my throat, baby, while I make this ass mine.”

Archer rolls his hips, thrusting his cock to the back of my throat, and I grunt my approval, humming around his length as he swallows mine. My finger slowly fucking his back hole in and out, until he is stretched enough for me to add another, and I relish in the way he pushes back against me.

“That’s it, Golden Boy, fuck yourself on my fingers,” I praise, licking the underside of his cock eagerly, before sucking one of his balls into my mouth, as pre-cum spills across my chin.

“Mmm,” he moans around me, sucking me even more eagerly, and knowing he is getting pleasure from my pleasure. That I am sucking his cock while he is sucking mine, is another level of need I have never felt before, and I never want him to stop.

It’s only then I realize what he’s doing, how easily he was able to distract me from my despair, with just his lips on mine, and I almost laugh. I’ve spent so long pushing him away, telling him to fuck off and leave me alone, yet the peace I feel with him in my bed, fucking my mouth without pause, is something I have spent years striving for.

We fuck, and thrust, and grind, until our cocks are spilling across one another’s tongues, and Archer is moaning my name like I am the answer to all of his prayers, but I’m pretty sure he’s the answer to mine. I once thought he was my damnation, but maybe salvation is a better word for Archer Gray, and his presence in my bed.

By the time I drop back to the mattress beside him, and he pulls me in close, I fall asleep easier than I have in years, and I don’t have one single nightmare.

When I wake up, I am completely overheated and also slightly suffocated, and when I open my eyes and assess myself, I find the reason why. Daemon’s body is plastered against mine, our legs intertwined, and one of his arms slung over my torso, pulling me in tight. I can’t help but smirk, I knew the moody fucker would be a snuggler, not that he would ever admit that, but I could tell.

I still can’t believe I’m here, in his bed, hell, in a fucking guy’s bed really, especially when I’ve never even spent the night in a woman’s, but fuck does it feel good. After having my ass fucking ate like it was a fine dining meal, and having my throat and cock fucked and sucked so hard that I swear I can still feel it even now, I don’t know how I never realized I was attracted to guys sooner. Well, attracted to him sooner. After kissing Alexander,checking out all of my teammates, and watching a bunch of gay porn, I have come to one conclusion, it’s that there is only one guy who makes my dick hard, and that is Daemon Forbes.

A thought that should probably make me feel slightly concerned about the effect he has on me, but after three years, I’ve learned to just go with it. Now, of course I never knew taunting him would lead to his tongue in my ass, but who am I to complain about the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt? I also didn’t think it would lead to him spooning the fuck out of me, especially with his very interested dick pressing against my ass.

I’d happily stay here all day, wrapped up in his arms, especially knowing that despite what has transpired between us, he will still no doubt push me away when he wakes up. A thought that almost ruins this perfect moment, but with the heavy rise and fall of his chest pressed against my back, I find it hard to let anything bother me. That is, until my phone rings, and I feel Daemon start stirring behind me, instantly pulling away once he realizes our position.

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