Page 7 of First Puck

A shiver fled over his skin as his moan echoed through my lips. My excitement buzzed as I pressed harder on his nipple, and I nearly groaned as he stretched his chest into my touch.

He was totally getting off on it.

“B-Brad,” he said weakly as I kissed his neck again. I’d never heard him sound like that before, like he was needy or something. He made the smallest noise from the back of his throat, and I closed my eyes as I followed it down his neck. But I was too slow; it vanished before I could properly taste it.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered as I nuzzled my nose under his ear. He always smelled of soap, but I’d never realized it had a flowery hint to it.

I pulled back again to see how confused he looked. But he kept a firm hold on my shirt and wouldn’t let me go.

I wanted to make him feel better. Normally, I knew what to say to make him smile, but my dick was taking over.

“Well, this is what girls like. It’s how I make them feel good. Get them warmed up, y’know?”

“I’m not a girl!” he protested as I stroked his nipple again.

“Yeah, I know,” I said, my voice was low as his heavy body writhed under me.

I really knew. I knew because there was no way a girl would be this thick, this muscled, who would have shoulders so wide there were days when I couldn’t get my arms around him after practice. Our ritual was a hug before we stepped on the ice, and one after. And, as we grew up, our hugs had become tighter and sometimes longer.

But that was just what friends were like.

I took in the full stretch of him. The way his back curved, how his thighs parted as he shuffled away from me, the tiny gasps he gave each time I touched him. Hell, even the spread of his cheeks and his thick eyebrows were turning me on.

I mean, I hadn’t had sex for a week, but I didn’t think it wasthatbad.

Dropping my hand from his nipple to the line of his pec, my other hand found the end of his ponytail. I loved how we both held our breath, fixed on the way my fingers strolled from his chest to find the tense muscle of his thigh.

I only meant to tug at his leg so he’d open up for me, but my hand landed way too high. High enough to casually bump against his cock.

The moment I did, Alex lit up. His fingers dug into my shoulder, and he gasped so sweetly, I nearly threw myself at him and kissed him. His hurried breaths scattered over my skin ashe looked at me with a mix of lust and alarm. And it was fucking electric.

His hand trembled, and I thought he was going to stop me. But he didn’t break his stare, letting me go on, his voice becoming shakier as I pressed at his groin.

My best friend, my huge puck-crazy best friend, softened under me like melted butter. He gave a deep moan as I cupped his cock through his shorts.

He made it so easy to mold my hand around him, especially as I felt the outline of him. I swear, my hand was the perfect size to slot right over his cock.

“Brad,” he called my name, and I wavered as I held him for longer. “Brad, why are you touching me like this?”

I thought he’d be angry and glare at me like he always did whenever I was being an ass. But I couldn’t say anything as I found his lips wet and parted, his chest heaving as he panted, and a blush riding his cheeks. And he wouldn’t let me go. My T-shirt was full-on cutting into my neck because he was gripping it so tightly.

But he wasn’t just gripping me; he was pulling me closer.

Sparks sizzled through my veins, the same kind I felt for all the girls I got a boner for.

My heart thumped as I met his eyes filled with a need I’d never seen before.

“Oh shit,” I murmured as those sparks turned into a shimmering fire. He slowly notched his hips down, grinding into my palm as his back fell against the couch.

It was an open invitation.

Alex wanted it. He seriously wanted me to keep touching his cock. He wasn’t calling me gross or a freak or anything.

“Brad,” he called for me again.

And it was so good. Like, sexy good. Like,I want to fuck my best friendkind of good.

I moved my hand, searching as I found the shape of his cock. I wanted to wind him up just like I did before I jerked off.

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