Page 80 of First Puck

Or clench around my dick.

Because I could totally see that happening. I could seriously fuck him. I just had to get him to turn around.

He burst out in another moan, and I wanted him to tell me again that it was because it was me. All me. That the only thing he ever wanted was me.

I groaned as I whipped my fingers away, shoving my tongue back on him.

“Brad,” he gasped in between the bobs of his head as I kept circling. “Brad.” He kissed the very tip of my cock. “Brad!” His hips shook as I pushed my tongue harder against his asshole.

“Brad, I can’t…This is too much…”

“No way, man. You can take way more. You can go hard on the ice; you’re gonna go hard for me now, too.”

All I needed was for him to keep shouting my name, and I’d shoot straight into his mouth.

If I hadn’t been so focused on making him come, I’d have blown my load already.

“Brad, I think I’m going to come.”

I wanted him to be screaming as he shot over me. Fuck the other guys in the other rooms. They were all at the bar, anyway.

I was spoiled for choice: carry on licking his ass, suck his cock and feel him come in my mouth, or stretch it out by licking his balls?

Obviously, I was going the ass route. But I still grabbed his cock, angling him so my thumb circled his tip just as I pushed into his ass. He relaxed, and I just slipped straight inside.

And he went wild.

The moment my tongue got even an inch in, he cried out loud enough for it to echo around the room. “Brad, no, I—”

And that’s when he burst.

His ass twitched around me as soon as I groaned, totally engulfed by the sweaty, pleasure-filled heat of my best friend coming all over me.

His cum covered my chest, his ass bouncing, his cock smearing it all over me like I was a fucking canvas for him to paint.

I didn’t even care about shooting my load, I just wanted to see how messed up I’d made him. I took pride in my work, after all.

“Brad…” he whimpered as he pulled back from my cock.

I wanted to kiss him when he was all weak and sexy for me.

He was still moaning, even after he’d come. His body shook as my cock sat against his cheek, his breaths heavy on my bent thighs.

“Hey, Alex,” I said as he pushed himself back up on all fours, his ass still hovering over my face. “Have you ever come in this position before?”

He twisted himself as I leaned outward, our gazes locking.

And he looked fucking amazing.

Like, I’d never thought of another man as straight up gorgeous before, but there was something about him that stole my breath. Maybe it was because he’d just come. Maybe it was because I was the one who made him come.

He was so fucking huge, but his soft hair had fallen over his shoulders and clung to the sweaty lines of defined muscle that I was always just a tiny bit jealous of.

And even after coming like that, he still looked scared and nervous, but he had pre-cum striped on his cheeks and a loose tear escaping to blend with it, and I wanted to devour every single inch of him because he was just so fucking perfect.

“Well, I haven’t come with anyone under me before,” he rasped as his thighs spasmed again.

I felt like I was caught in some kind of spell where time was slowing, and Alex was everything I ever wanted.

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