Page 8 of First Puck

It was only right that the more I stroked him through his shorts, the stiffer he got. I’d be offended if he didn’t.

And he was big. Not porn star big, but his cock was definitely thicker than mine. He was packing enough that I wouldn’t go hungry if I ate him up.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“I just can’t believe you’ve never had your dick sucked, man. Not even once.” My gaze swept from his cock, over his abs, catching on his hard nipples poking under his white shirt.

How the hell had no one offered to blow him when he looked so fucking sexy?

“So?” he asked, craning his neck away from me, leaving the smooth arch of his neck exposed. His head dented the top of the couch, giving me more space to chase the racing heartbeat in the vein under his ear with my lips.

“It’s got nothing to do with you,” he replied, his voice strained as he let go of my shirt to grab my shoulder. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I swear he was keeping me against his neck.

“It totally does, dude. Like, I’m your best friend,” I said before laying a kiss on the sharp point of his collarbone. “I don’t want you getting hot and heavy with a puck bunny and then you don’t know what to do when she goes down on you. What if something gets out in the news and they make fun of you? How are you going to deal with that?”

Which was why I needed to protect him. This was for him—and for our town.

Not that it was hard to just sit there and let someone get busy. But I didn’t want him to get nervous and show us up or anything.

I traveled higher. Licking up the line of taut muscle of his throat, I dropped two fingers under his cock, pressing softlyagainst his balls. I was rewarded as he sucked in a whooshing breath, and I caught another moan under my tongue.

I was seriously getting to him, and it was turning me on so much that I ended up moaning with him.

Fuck, I really wanted to eat him up.

Heat went straight to my cock, and I shifted forward so I could pin my hips into his left side. From the way he suddenly melded himself to me, he totally got what I was saying. He knew I was feeling it, too.

“Brad…” He looked at me, half-lidded eyes fluttering as he panted through each word. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, though the way he was grinding into my palm told me the truth.

My hand froze. “Do you want me to stop?”

I wanted to tease him. I wanted to mess him up. I wanted to find out how to make him so insanely horny that he cried for me. And I didn’t want to stop when I’d barely found out how far I could make him go.

Swallowing my nerves, I lifted my hand from his cock. Instead, I took his shaft between my fingers, squeezing a line from his base to his tip through his thin shorts. I needed to investigate his cock thoroughly if we were going to get to the bottom of why he had lived eighteen years without a blow job.

“I can’t believe you’ve been packing all this and no one’s ever tasted it,” I said as my forefinger brushed over the small stain above his cockhead.

And he whimpered.

My big, tough best friend, who was called a wolf on the ice, whimpered like a single stroke to his cockhead was too much for him.

I wanted to see what else he would do if I touched him.

I was already straining against my sweats. Just a few moans and gasps from him, and my cock was as ready to go as his was.

Releasing his neck, I pushed my hand against the back of the couch, lifting myself up and twisting my body so I could lean over him.

One knee between his thighs, my wrist by his ear, and with my other hand still cupping his cock, I met his trembling gaze with excitement.

Brad

Alex had this scared look on his face, one I caught him with sometimes when he really got worked up.

I didn’t want to freak him out too much. I thought he’d done loads of stuff with Suzy, but he was acting like no one had even stroked his cock before, let alone sucked it.

But, fuck, what if I really was the first person to touch him? What if I was the only person he’d ever had pressed against him, pinning him to the couch, watching him as he made all these crazy little noises I’d never heard before?

“Alex, really, though,” I said, finding the outline of his cock again so I could stroke him. “Do you actually want me to stop?”

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