Page 51 of First Puck

His moan traveled right through me, all the way down to my cock, setting me on fire.

I gasped, pulling back, meeting his shocked eyes, but I needed to keep going.

“Brad…” He sighed, his lips popping open like he was asking me to kiss him again—and I did.

I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him close as I pressed my hips against his, groaning, molding him to my body.

There was just so much of him.

I had another flash of memory of the way he shook under me when I sucked on him, and I got so pent-up I had to make it happen again. Right now.

I’d do it. I swore right then that I’d get on my knees for him if he’d let me.

As I slanted my lips to get a better angle, Alex shuddered, but he didn’t pull away.

It was like he was sizzling against me, especially when his hands landed on my waist, holding me as he deepened the kiss.

Ourkiss.

I was fucking kissing my best friend as he bent under me, and it was so good I thought I was going mad.

I wanted to touch him more, to feel all the parts of him I missed—everything he’d been giving to that asshole Lance.

It was our first kiss together, and I had to make it better than anyone else in every way.

I laid my chest against his, knocking him against the counter, trapping him there so I could spread myself all over him.

With one rub against his wide chest, his back arched as he moaned again, sending electric sparks buzzing through me.

I instantly wanted to make him do it again.

I creased my tongue against his lips, and he opened for me straight away. The heat of our breaths melded as his fingers dug into my waist, fixing me in place as his tongue reached for mine.

It was like he couldn’t get enough of me.

Suddenly, he was the one pushing into me; he was the one holding me. He was kissing me harder and getting me so fucked up that my boner popped up as soon as his tongue swept mine. He moaned so fucking loudly I felt it echo in the back of my throat.

It was so awkward and rushed. He was licking and kissing like he didn’t have a clue what he was doing. But he was doing everything he could to taste me without giving a shit if it actually felt good or not. Like he wanted to eat me, like he was devouring me.

And it was so fucking hot.

Especially when, in all his frantic movements, he knocked off the counter to get closer to me, and his cock bumped against mine.

I was just in boxers, and I knew he was commando under those sweats. He hated wearing anything that restrained him, and I was so curious to see if his dick was how I remembered it.

It was basically my civic duty. Now that I knew he was a virgin, as his best friend, it was only right I made sure his cock was ready for whoever he wanted to fuck in the future.

Except Lance. Lance wasn’t included in any of that.

But, fuck, his dick was so hard for me. He pressed into me solidly, all so he could gasp as I ground against him.

We both moaned, the vibration beating around us in our tiny shitty kitchen that I always hated but now absolutely loved.

Because when he eagerly pushed against me, I lost my balance like an absolute moron. Our kiss broke and I tipped backward.

I could have ended up flat on my ass if it wasn’t already up against the fridge. And the sudden slip had him falling with me, closing me in against the fridge as our cocks bumped together, and we found our place again.

“Brad, you’re…” Alex trailed off as I flew back into the kiss.

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