Page 98 of Puck Block

Ford groans quietly. “What did you just say to me?”

I lick my lips. “I said I used to think about you too.”

“Fuck, Taytum.”

All of a sudden, my feet hit the floor. Ford’s hands tighten around my hips, and he breathes down into my space. “You can’t say stuff like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have a hard time controlling myself when it comes to you, and with your mouth that close, all I want to do is feel it around my cock.”

I fall to my knees instantly, and he curses under his breath. I grip his thighs, and the sound he makes fulfills every single fantasy I have ever had.

My bedside lamp clicks on, and he’s gazing at me like I’m the most irresistible thing he has ever laid eyes on. He looks at me like this isn’t just some space in time where we touch each other in secret, behind closed doors.

He looks at me like he wants to keep me forever.

His hand cups the back of my head, and I lick my lips. “I don’t think I can hold back with you tonight.” There’s a tug on my hair, and my nipples harden. “Not with you looking at me like that while you're on your knees.”

I answer by gripping him around the base of his length and putting him in my mouth. His hips tilt, and his fingers tangle in my hair. My stomach dips with eager anticipation every single time he plunges himself in farther.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles. “I don’t even want to know how you got so good at this when I’ve tried to stop every guy from even looking at you for the last several years.”

I pull back and smile. “You think you’re the only guy I’ve ever snuck around with?”

Surprise makes me yelp when he picks me up and throws me onto my bed. He glares down at me in a hot, jealous rage that I can easily become obsessed with.“You and your fucking games.”

My legs are spread wide, and he’s in me before I take a breath. “I’m the only guy you can sneak around with, got it?”

I nod through the twisting in my lower stomach and meet him halfway when he thrusts into me. My eyes shut with every lasting tingle he leaves behind.

An orgasm is right around the corner, and I know he can feel it, because he won’t stop hitting the perfect spot. His hot whisper skims my ear, and I shake. “Oh, and Taytum?” He glides in slowly and pulls an orgasm from me. His hand slams onto my mouth to drown my whimper when he whispers the rest of his sentence. “Delete that fucking app. You won’t be going on any more dates.”

I come so hard that he pulls out of me half a second later and comes on my bare belly.

We stare at the mess he’s made without muttering a word.

I can hardly stand to look at him as I shove the rest of my eggs in my mouth. A little bit of the yolk drips to my chin, and when I reach up to wipe it away, I hear him gulp from across the table. I finally get the nerve to look up at him, and he’s staring directly at my mouth.

My tongue rolls over my lips slowly, and his nostrils flare.

We’re lucky no one caught him going back to his room this morning. To my surprise, Ford didn’t leave right away last night. After we cleaned up and got dressed, he pulled me into his armsand laid with me until my alarm went off at four. He grabbed my chin, kissed me hard, and then snuck back into the room he shared with my brother until they left for college.

Neither of us have touched on what we’re doing, or what it means, but part of me doesn’t want to. There’s fear lingering there whenever I think about it, and for once, I just want tobe.I don’t want to worry about the future or what will happen if my brother happens to walk in on us, or what my parents will think if we tell them that we’re seeing each other. I especially don’t want to think about what’ll happen if we do start something real and it doesn’t work.

Not to mention, I have a good amount of baggage that he’s well aware of–like medical bills, a lifelong disease, and possible hospital visits, which just so happen to trigger him into panic attacks.

I snap out of it when Emory walks into the kitchen with damp hair and his backpack all ready to go. “Hurry up and eat,” he demands, biting into a fluffy waffle my mom wouldn’t let me have, despite the fact that I haven’t had any carbs today. “Coach will make us skate laps if we don’t get back in time for practice.”

I roll my eyes, but at the same time, I stuff the rest of the egg into my mouth. Hockey coaches aren’t the only strict mentors–Professor Petit has demoted the star of a show before because she thought they were slacking when, in all reality, they weren’t.

“Chill. I’m ready.” I slide out from my chair.

My mom rounds the island and lowers her voice. “Did you give yourself a shot today? The right dose?”

I immediately look at Ford, and his brows furrow as he tries to read my expression.The shake of his head is discreet.

I test the waters with my mom but tread lightly. “Why wouldn’t I?”

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