Page 109 of First Puck

“Okay!” I cried out, laughing and blushing as I shoved my hands against his mouth. “Okay! It’s a lot of firsts! You don’t have to be so specific.”

He shook his head, still talking against my palms. But his lips tickled, and I moved them back just to give him space.

“So you’d get super embarrassed if I told you I loved how you grunted when I thrust the plug in as hard as I could?”

“Oh my God.” I should have kept his mouth covered, but I needed to hide behind my hands so I didn’t go to an early grave.

“Yeah, it was seriously hot. I’m going to have to find a way to make you grunt again because it went straight to my cock.”

“Brad—”

Another laugh fell from him as he took my hands and pulled them away from my face. “Dude, I’m honestly going to be the best boyfriend ever. You’re never going to look at another guy’s junk again. I’ll be all the junk you need!”

I opened my mouth to argue with him, because his ‘junk’ was all I’d ever been interested in, but he looked so proud and determined that I didn’t want to burst his bubble.

Plus, it was a relief to hear Brad say these kinds of things after spending so many years thinking it was hopeless.

“You can’t go looking at other guys, either,” I said, squeezing his chest as I buried myself in him.

“No fucking way. You’re the only one for me,” he insisted as he kissed me deeply, running his tongue over my bottom lip before he pushed inside my mouth.

I sighed as I edged closer, savoring the kiss. I still wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but we found a rhythm. I copied him as much as possible when it came to kissing. From the way his cock hardened again against my hip, I couldn’t have been doing a bad job.

“I’m not letting you go, you know that?” he said breathlessly. “I’m gonna make sure you’re smiling every day! I’ve got to make up for all the time we lost.”

I guessed I’d have to get used to my boyfriend’s endless babbling. Even though he kept going, everything he said were words I’d been hoping to hear from him for years.

“Hey,” Brad said, his voice hoarse. His hand slid down my thigh as his grin turned into a wicked smirk. “You think that perfect ass of yours can take another round of my dick?”

Alex

“Brad?” I called out into the empty bedroom.

I already knew he wasn’t there. The sun was rising, and the bed smelled of us, but the dent in the mattress his body made was gone. His side of my bed was cold and empty.

There was no noise from the rest of the house, and my bedroom door was firmly shut.

He probably went to the toilet, maybe he was making coffee, maybe he had a phone call or was getting new clothes, or any other reason that meant he left me after promising he wouldn’t.

But the seconds of waiting turned into minutes, which turned into thirty, with no notes or texts or phone calls, and my messages didn’t go through.

I dragged on my clothes from yesterday and left my room, padding downstairs to our large living room.

Each step nearly made me wince. He’d buried himself so deeply that it felt like he’d permanently etched himself inside me.

My lips fastened as I left the empty living room, cans and controllers sitting abandoned on the glass coffee table, the guys’ shorts and shirts thrown over the back of chairs and the couch. There were pictures on the walls, posters of our favorite players, mugs with the Kites logo, which had sat around for weeks, and all the other things that reminded me of Brad.

I just had to hold it together. When he came back, we could talk properly about what he thought this was. He hadn’t spent years pining over someone who might have never liked him back. Maybe I was just a fun toy for him to play with until he got bored, just like all the other women he slept with.

I was a novelty until he lost interest. He’d got his ‘first’ and he was done, and then our friendship was ruined, all because I wanted something more.

Standing in the center of the living room, I sighed, my chin dipping as my forehead sank into my palm.

I was so tired of thinking. I wished I could switch it all off and go back to those times when I would laugh and joke with him and pretend everything was normal so I could protect us both.

I stormed back upstairs. I didn’t care if the other guys were hungover from partying last night. I grabbed my bedroom door, irritation bursting through me as I slammed it closed.

I threw myself back onto the bed that still smelled of sex—the entire room did—and it burned just as much as the memory of Brad’s bright smile as he told me how hot I looked.

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