Page 115 of First Puck

I turned on him just as we heard the door bang.

“You didn’t…You weren’t ever, ever with Lance? Not even the tiniest bit? Even when you were flirting and all over each other?” I asked.

“Um, no… It was just fake. We were playing it up. It was never real… It was for you, honestly. You were—”

I cut through him before he could make any excuses. “So, you never kissed Lance?”

He looked up at me, biting his lip in that way that made me want to jump on him.

“No,” he said on a breath as he threaded his fingers through his hair, scattering more water drops over his chest.

“And you never touched his cock?”

“No, um—” Alex’s awkwardness was like my drug. I was so close to pushing him against the lockers and making him squirm, but I needed answers.

“And you didn’t get him off?”

“What? Do you think I could get him off if I didn’t touch—”

“You weren’t even frotting!?”

“No, I— What’s frotting?”

“Oh, God,” I gasped. Heat burst through me as I realized what it meant.

I turned, loving every sound that sprung from him as I slammed my hand against the locker, molding my chest and hips to his. Straight away, his body answered mine, shifting his back against the lockers, softening so I could grind against him instantly.

And he was there, his cock hard, his body ready, already flinging his arms around me and dragging me into a hungry kiss.

His moan beat through me as my hands went straight to his hips, and I rolled us together.

“Are you really serious?” I gasped as I broke the kiss to ask.

“Yeah, I just said. But you don’t look mad. I’ve been lying to you this whole time. Why aren’t you mad?”

I groaned as I played with the knot on his stupid, tiny towel.

“Why the fuck would I be mad? You never did anything with Lance? Not a single thing? Even when you guys were making out in front of the house after your date?”

He shook his head, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, that was all fake, too,” he followed up, his gaze dipping. “You, er…” He cleared his throat. “You were my first kiss.”

“Oh, fuck. Alex, you fucking—”

I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Shucking the towel off his hips, it fell to the floor between us as I went straight for his ass. I curved my wide hands around his solid butt cheeks as I grinned at him.

It was easy to steal his gasp of surprise, swallowing it with a kiss. And he was there with me instantly, his hands dropping to my back, holding me against him as I squeezed him.

Just one touch and he was already shaking beneath me. His moans echoed into my throat as we shared our breaths.

I tugged on his bottom lip before sweeping my tongue across his and diving back into him like I needed that air to fucking survive.

We were grinding together, finding a rhythm, a push and pull that got sexier with every noise he made.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking hot for you,” I said, squeezing his ass again.

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