Page 14 of First Puck

He smirked as he opened his mouth again, and I jumped as he flattened his hot tongue over my cockhead, licking me firmly. His eyes gleamed as I cried out his name.

I didn’t expect him to keep going, swirling and swirling his tongue, moving my cock in the opposite direction just to make it worse.

My thighs shook and my shoulders jerked each time his tongue caged me.

I was going mad. I wanted to feel him around me so desperately that I didn’t care if he thought it was weird.

I writhed under him, trying not to thrust my hips again, especially when he lifted his whole body to give himself a better angle.

Another cry ripped from me, and I thought I was going to collapse as he shot me a look and smoothly started bobbing his head.

Brad

My best friend had the hottest fucking cock in the world.

Heat fired over my tongue, and he flinched as I gripped his thigh for support.

“Brad,” he whispered. “I need you to…” He cried out as I took another swipe at his cockhead. His voice cracked as eyes rolled.

He was all over the place.

I knew one of the reasons the scouts chose him was because he was so insanely focused. When he was on the ice, nothingmattered except the puck. He was an absolute machine, and it was why he kept himself so healthy and fit.

So, seeing him totally melting under me felt like some type of magic. Like I’d been chucked into an alternate universe where my friend was soft and warm and it was so fucking sweet that he needed me to help him.

Because he already had tears on his cheeks, his cock twitching, his knees clamping my shoulders as he shifted under me.

Alex finally met my eyes again, lust and passion and fucking need pulsing from him, and I didn’t want to go a second without him going wild.

So I ran my tongue straight from his base to tip, savoring his shout as he fell back onto the couch, limp under me. The only thing that connected us was my hand wrapped around his cock, my fingers digging into his solid muscle, and my hot mouth.

I needed him closer.

“Okay, but, like, grab my hair,” I said, dipping my chin to offer it to him.

He scrunched his face, taking a shuddering breath. I knew I was going too fast for him from the shaky look in his eye, but I wanted to hurry. I wanted to hear him come. If I gave him a proper break, he might really tell me to stop. It would literally be a crime if I wasn’t his first blow job.

Alex reached out a trembling hand, threading his fingers through my hair like I was made of glass.

“No, come on, man, harder than that.” I tilted my head, pushing myself into his hand. “Really twist your fingers. Make sure you’re the one in charge.”

His brow furrowed as he tightened his hold. His nails scraped my scalp as he bunched my short strands, and the sensation burned its way through my body as I groaned.

“Fuck yeah,” I hummed, looking up at him. “That’s great, just keep tugging on me.”

I curved my hips as he murmured something. My cock wanted attention, too, but I was too focused on tuning into every single noise he made. Because it was a symphony playing just for me, and it was blowing my fucking mind.

Especially when he nudged my head, guiding me back to his cock.

If my mission wasn’t to make him come, I swear I would have cheered. But I knew that would totally throw him off, and I wanted to keep encouraging him.

“Man, I love the pull. It feels so great. Like sparks are going off around my head, y’know?”

Alex nodded numbly, though I could kind of tell he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“Alright, cool,” I said as I hovered directly over his cockhead. “Now, I want you to push my face down on your cock.”

“I’m not doing that!” he gasped.

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