Page 67 of First Puck

I let go of him, but just so my hands could go straight to his waist, and I dragged his hips to mine.

“You feel that, Alex? What do you think? Do you like having my cock pressed against you?”

His eyes widened, mixed with lust and fear, but he didn’t answer. I wanted to hear him say that he liked my cock, but he just scowled before throwing himself back in with another sloppy kiss that made my knees weak.

He groaned, his fingers digging into my back, filling me with satisfaction. If I was making him feel this good just by pressing my cock against him, Alex was going to go wild the second I got him on his back. With a bed either side of us, we were spoiled for choice.

Because that’s where this was going, wasn’t it? He wasn’t just going to kiss me if he didn’t want something more. The only reason we stopped the other day was because I fucked it up by saying something stupid. But not this time. Not with his shortgasps just inches from my ears, holding on to me like I was the only thing keeping him sane.

I wouldn’t say a single fucking word to screw it up this time. This was it. Maybe I wouldn’t punch his V card tonight, but I was gonna get him to a place where he was so hot he’d let me suck his dick and make him cry out so loud I’d taste his sweet sounds as he came.

“You are seriously so sexy,” I said before I took his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking on him, slowing him down as my hands crept over his high hip bones and finding his tight muscled ass. “Just keep moaning like that for me.”

“You’re moaning more than me,” he pointed out as I ran kisses over his chin, clutching his perky bubble butt that fit perfectly into my hands.

He made a tiny moan against my lips, giving me my answer. My cock strained as I rubbed against him.

“Tell me who's moaning more. Do you like it when I grab your ass, Alex?”

I just wanted this. To make him shake and moan under me so that he was totally weak. So he couldn’t do anything without me.

“I like it, Brad,” he whispered so quietly I had to press myself against him to hear. He bent his hips to push his ass into my hands. “I love it when you touch me.” He sighed as he naturally leaned into me.

That was the kind of shit I wanted to hear.

Fuck Lance and his fucking smile. I was the one Alex wanted.

He couldn’t moan and kiss me like that and not want to take it further.

And right there, just as we were getting deeper into it, his phone pinged from the bed behind him, and I flinched. I broke away to make sure he was paying attention to me. I didn’t want to lose him when we were finally so close.

“Fuck,” I swore. His wet lips, the angry fire in his eyes, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed the taste of our kiss. It was fucking mind-blowing.

“What’s wrong? Have you had enough?” he asked, and his look of distrust returned to full volume.

“Fuck no.” I shook my head. “Absolutely no way am I done with you, man. I’m just trying to wrap my head around how you can be so fucking hot,” I said just before I launched myself back into him.

I didn’t need to prepare or get over the shock or whatever. I was totally there, pretty much fucking him with my mouth like I should have done a few days ago. Making sure my cock stayed firm against him, keeping my hands fixed on his ass, holding him up as he broke the kiss to shudder.

“Brad…” he gasped, falling onto my shoulder. “Brad, you need to go harder.”

“God, yeah, Alex. Yeah, I do. You taste so perfect. You taste like a fucking dream,” I said before I started laying precise kisses on his neck. I wanted him to feel every single second and know this was exactly what I wanted to be doing.

His phone pinged again, and Alex froze under me.

My heart dropped straight to the fucking ground because I knew what was coming.

I didn’t want to ask him. But it wasn’t like before where I couldn’t push the words out. It was because I already knew the answer, and I didn’t want him to say it.

“Who’s that?” I murmured against the sharp line of his jaw as I trailed kisses back to his mouth.

I kissed him again to stop him from answering, even though I was the one who asked him.

Alex pulled away from me, just as his phone pinged for the third time. He sighed, his lips snapping together as he stepped back from me, but I held on to his ass and made sure he stayed.

It wasn’t a content sigh, it was more like he was done with me and my bullshit.

“Come back here. I want to taste even more of you,” I demanded.

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