Page 52 of First Puck

I got myself in the right position, just so my shaft was straight against his, before I wrapped my arms around him and he melted for me.

His body was soft and light, even delicate, like he was trying to keep himself quiet. But it was obvious from the way he shuddered he was going crazy as I was.

I was dying to hear that sound again. The urge was so strong that I shifted my thighs to rub my cock up and down along his. He broke the kiss, meeting me with wide eyes as I rolled my hips and made sure I got in there good.

My next mission was to get our fucking pants off so I could grab our cocks and stroke us together.

“Brad…please…” he choked out as I ground against him. He dipped his head, hiding the way I was driving him crazy.

I didn’t know if he was asking me to stop or keep going. All I could think about was making sure it was me, that I was his first for fucking everything to do with his dick.

It couldn’t be anyone else; I wouldn’t let it be. I’d given him all his other firsts, except his first date. I couldn’t let anyone else take anything more from me.

As long as he wanted me. But if he really wanted Lance, he wouldn’t moan like that as I plunged my tongue back into his mouth, drinking in every single drop. I wanted to taste every little part of him I could reach.

It was how it should be.

I put my hands to good use. Sliding from his lower back, easily twisting my wrists so I could grip his ass and thrust against him properly.

“Brad,” he gasped between kisses. “Brad, that feels…”

I should have given him space to breathe, but I was so madly turned on and my cock felt so good that I threw myself back into it.

I couldn’t control myself anymore. As if I was even trying before.

“More, Alex,” I groaned as I leaned back into him. “Just give me more.”

One hand left his ass, traveling up the bumps of his spine to rest between his shoulder blades so I could deepen our kiss even more.

I wasn’t letting him go. There was no way I could let Alex give this to someone like Lance.

“Let me taste you more,” I moaned before I fell into him again.

I wanted him to come against me, so we could both drive each other wild enough that we’d be floating high for the rest of the day.

All I had to do was gently tug his lip between my teeth and his hips jerked.

One hand vanished from my waist, suddenly appearing at the back of my neck.

I thought he was going to do the same thing—grab me to make sure I wouldn’t leave him.

Instead, with his palm on my spine, he pinched my neck and pulled me away from him.

We were both panting as he pressed his other hand against the fridge. My eyes opened to find fear and heat and anger pumping from him.

I couldn’t hold back from him. Even with his solid grip, I could still bend forward to taste his skin.

“Brad…” he gasped as my lips covered his neck. His fingers twitched under my ears, but he didn’t stop me.

If I gave him a hickey, maybe that would be enough to get Lance to back off.

“Why are you doing this?” he groaned.

“I need to know,” I said as I spread kisses under his jaw. I loved how the hair that had fallen from his messy bun got caught under my sensitive lips.

“What?” he asks breathlessly, his eyes hazy. “What is it?”

“I need to know you really want Lance. That you actually like him.” I chuckled as I gave him another quick kiss. “Doesn’t seem like it since you’re moaning and shaking for me, too.”

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