Page 55 of The Puck Chase

My cock is throbbing as I admire it, before leaning forward and lapping my tongue against it until his entire body jerks, a mouthful of curses falling from his lips in response. Then without pause, I am flattening my tongue against the bunched skin and attacking him with my mouth, licking and fucking my tongue against him until his body begins to shake.

I’m almost positive that someone as cocksure as him has never experienced any type of ass play before, but from the way he is shuddering against my tongue, I can tell it won’t be the last. His hands fist and flatten against the tiles, like he is desperate to hold onto something, as my tongue flicks against his hole in quick succession, drenching it with a mixture of my spit and the shower water.

“Daemon,” he groans long and loud, my name like a cursed prayer, falling from his lips in a one word plea, and all I do is increase the pressure, teasing his hole until he is panting and begging. “Oh fuck, yes, please yes,” he pleads, pushing his ass back against my mouth, as he discovers the sweet sensation of ass eating, and I smile as I push my tongue inside of him.

I fuck his tight hole, mixing between rough thrusts and fast licks, before pulling back and kissing and biting along the skin of his cheek, until his ass is completely marked. Then I force my tongue back inside of him, swirling it around his hole, until he is rocking back and forth, silently begging for more. I knead his muscular flesh with my hand, spreading him even more, licking and sucking, as the shower spills down his ass into my mouth, until I have no choice but to pull back and spit out the water, admiring his abused hole.

Water cascades over us, but my focus remains on him, on the forbidden piece of fruit being offered to me, and all I can do islean in and have another taste. I push my tongue in and out of his tight rim until I am fucking devouring him whole, and he is chanting my name like a fucking mantra, yet still I don’t stop. I eat him hard and fast, until I’m not sure where I end and he begins, our bodies fused as one, as his ass writhes against my face.

My free hand reaches around to find his cock, wrapping my fingers around his hot and aching length, pulling a desperate, wordless plea from the back of his throat, as I begin to jerk my wrist in tandem with my mouth. From the way his entire body reacts, I know it’s too much, yet I don’t stop, I can’t. Not when his cock throbs in my hand and his body shudders against my tongue. I fuck his cock with my fist, and eat his ass until I’m pretty sure the whole house can hear him pleading for more, and fuck I feel like I’m on top of the world.

“You like me tongue fucking this pretty hole, don’t you, Golden Boy?” I ask, licking and swirling around his rim, as he frantically nods against the tiled wall of the shower, like he can’t find the words to respond to me.

The same guy who has taunted my name like it was his sole mission to piss me off, is now writhing against my face, as my tongue fucks his back hole, and fuck does he taste so fucking sweet.

I release his ass cheek, pouring some of the lube across my fingers, as I add, “You’re going to let me in this pretty hole, aren’t you?” I pair my question with the soft press of one of my fingers on his rim, gently pushing inside him until he curses. I continue to smirk as I lap my tongue against my finger, and the sting he is no doubt now feeling, as I slowly let my finger dip in and out. “I’m going to fill this pretty hole with my fingers,” I grunt, delighting in the way he groans as I slide inside of him fully. “Then I’m going to stretch you out for me, until you are begging for my cock, and you will fucking beg, Gray.”

At my words his head snaps over his shoulder, his ass meeting my finger, as I pull it out and slide it all the way back in again, massaging him as I go, as he asks, “And then what, Forbes?” he taunts, using my last name like a damn shield, and I smirk as I pull back, slowly adding a second finger in his ass, as he watches me with a pained and pleasured look of disbelief.

“Then I’m going to fuck this pretty hole until it’s split apart, and spilling with my cum,” I grit, before leaning back in, forcing my tongue in alongside my fingers, and jerking his cock, until every word from his mouth is gasped on a moan, and completely unintelligible.

I alternate between stretching him with my fingers and fucking him with my tongue, all while my other hand strokes up and down his cock, as my own begs for attention. And when I push my tongue inside of him again, and he cries out my name, I jerk him even faster. “Fuck, Daemon, I’m going to fucking explode,” he yells, and I groan, as he pushes back against my face, desperate for me to go deeper.

I work him open with my tongue again, ignoring the spray of the shower, and fuck him rapidly, as my hand continues to stroke his dick. He’s sloppy and wet, and so fucking delicious, that I could stay here forever, but when he starts to buck into my hand, I know he is getting close.

Pulling my tongue from his ass, I stumble to my feet, almost slipping in the water that still falls around us. Then I am pressing his back into my front, as my fingers slip back into his ass and start fucking him. “Do you have any idea how hot and tight your sweet little hole is, baby?” I grit in his ear, holding his trembling body against me, as he fucks himself between my fingers and fist. “How fucking good it’s going to feel to hold you down and fuck this sweet virgin ass,” I add, licking the water from his throat until I feel him pulse in my head.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he screams, his ass tightening around my fingers, as warm jets of cum spurt from the end of his dick, painting my shower wall in an erotic display of our lust.

He is still panting and shaking when I let him go, and he turns under the spray, staring at me like I am the best thing in the world. Before I can run, he is dropping to his knees and attacking the drenched fabric of my shorts, dragging it from my skin until my cock is free. My silken crown hits the back of his throat before I can even take my next breath, his head eagerly bobbing back and forth on my cock, as he swallows me whole. His hands press into my ass, holding me in place as he pulls my dick deeper and deeper into his throat until he gags, but he still doesn’t stop. No, he keeps sucking and bobbing, sending me blind with need, as the taste of him still lingers on my tongue.

“You liked me eating your ass, didn’t you, baby?” I dare to ask, and he nods, making a sound of agreement, not faltering on sucking my cock for even a second, and I groan at the sight. “And look how perfect you look when your mouth is filled with my dick.” I grip his hair in my hand, tilting his head towards the full length mirror on the back of the door that faces us.

His eyes widen even more, tears ready to spill, as he watches himself choke on my cock, before pulling back and swirling his tongue around my head. “Of course I look fucking perfect, Forbes, do you have any idea how much fucking gay porn I have been watching?” He sucks me back into his mouth, and I can’t help but grunt a laugh at what he just said.

“You’ve been watching other men suck dick so you can get better for me?” I confirm, and he nods, moving his stare from the mirror back to me, and fuck, the look in his eyes as my cock sinks between his perfect lips is my undoing. “Such a good boy for me,” I praise, stroking his wet hair back, and gripping it tight in my fist, as I thrust up into his mouth roughly, making him gagonce more. “But you don’t need to watch anything but me, I’ll teach you exactly how to please me, baby.”

Then I fuck his throat with quick snaps of my hips, until he is choking and spluttering around my length, with tears streaming down his face. I know he can take it, from the way he hollows out his cheeks and tightens his hold on me, groaning each time I hit the back of his throat. I tug on his hair, letting him know I am ready to explode between his lips, but still he doesn’t relent. His throat works around me until I am coming with a roar, and he drinks me down, lapping up every drop of cum until I am completely spent.

When he pushes back to his feet, he kisses me softly, tenderly, capturing my lips in a way no one ever has before, and it feels so delicately different, that I can’t help but press him into the wall and hold him against me. We kiss until the water starts to run cold around us, yet still we don’t pull apart, like we are making up for the last three fucking years we have spent at each other’s throats, and only when our bodies are shaking, do we finally stop.

Then I watch as he soaps up his body, cleaning himself off, before brushing his lips against my ear, as he moves to exit. “I’ll wait for you in bed,” he purrs, wrapping a towel around his waist and slipping from the room without another word.

I follow suit, ripping off my shirt after struggling with the wet fabric, and cleaning myself, before stepping out and wrapping a towel around me. My eyes collide with my scars in the mirror as I make my way to the door, and my fingers itch for something to cover them. Knowing that anything I could use is on the other side of the door, along with my teammate, I take a deep breath and ignore my rapidly beating heart, as I push back into my room.

To my surprise, the room is already dark, with only a glow from Archer’s phone lighting up his face, and I waste no time indarting across to my drawers to grab some boxers and a tank, to cover myself until I feel comfortable again. Only when I reach the side of my bed, and stare down at the space he has left me, does his focus leave his phone.

“Are you coming to bed?” he asks gently, placing his phone on the nightstand and giving me his full attention, and I don’t know how to tell him that I’ve never done this before.

I’m not the kind of guy that people fall asleep next to, I’m not even the type of guy they want to be seen with. When I was growing up, everyone knew what kind of family I came from, and they might not have cared enough to do something, but they all cared enough to avoid me. Which was fine, I had Ryan, and that was all I needed, and after I lost him, well, nobody wanted to be friends with a murderer's son.

When Josh befriended me, I tried multiple times to push him away, not unlike the cocky prick now taking up residence in my bed, but like him, he didn’t listen. Being friends with him came with no expectations. He’s never pushed me to be open with him, never asked me to tell him what truly happened at my childhood home, but I know with Archer it will be different.

So instead of responding, I pull back the covers and climb inside, laying down beside him quietly, and holding my breath until his phone light finally goes out. Only then do I relax a little, still feeling slightly confused as to how I even got someone like Archer Gray in my bed in the first place.

He remains quiet at my side, and I silently plead for him to fall asleep quickly, but of course I have no such luck. “Daemon,” he whispers into the dark, and fuck, the way he says my name like I am the most important thing in the world is something I can’t get used to at all. Yet I wish I could hear him say it everyday.

“Yeah,” I croak out, clearing my throat, already desperate for another taste of him, wondering when it will be my last, feeling the bed dip as he turns towards me in the dark.

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