Page 83 of First Puck

“Seriously, man. It’s like your ass is hungry or something. It’s so fucking hot. It just wants more and more.”

How was he able to be so sexy and so embarrassing at the same time?

Whenever he spoke he lost the rhythm. It was more difficult to build up to something when his thrusts were so erratic.

Brad was moaning away when I first licked his cock, but now all he did was talk nonstop about how good it all was. He wasn’t doing anything that showed he was actually enjoying it.

Maybe I was sucking him wrong.

Instead of wrapping my lips around his cock again, I bent down, taking a long slow lick from base to tip as I reached forward. I cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing him as I licked harder against his slit, remembering how Brad had done it to me.

“Fuck, yes, Alex,” he hissed. “Keep going, just like that.” He groaned, bucking his hips so he slid past my teeth and back into my throat. And just as he filled my mouth again, my eyes rolled just as he thrust into me properly.

His finger sailed into my ass, a solid thump beating through my body as he filled me as deep as he could go.

My mouth was frozen in a silent shout as I tightened around him.

All I could feel was how much of him there was; inside me, around me, under me. It was just Brad everywhere, yet I still wanted him even closer.

“Is it good, Alex?” Brad asked, holding his finger inside me. “You’ve got to tell me if it’s good so I can do it again.”

“Y-yeah, it’s good.” I scrunched my brow as I said it. I didn’t know how I could keep saying something so cliché.

He wouldn’t move his finger. I writhed my hips, edged back on him, tried to rock, but he just kept still, voting to talk instead.

“Okay, but, like, how is it good? What do you like about it?”

“Brad…” I sucked in a shaky breath, even more nervous than when I had his whole cock in my mouth and he was staring at me with wide eyes. But I had to say it.

“Could you… Um… Could you please just fuck me with your fingers?” I thought I was going to cry at how crushing it felt to ask after everything we had been through today. “I really just want you to move.”

He went completely silent behind me again like he kept doing since we started. Everything became more unnerving when Brad went silent.

He stiffened, and even his hips dropped, so I was left just holding his cock.

I had really ruined it; I’d spoiled the whole thing by not playing along. But it was difficult when all he did was talk.

He released a huge, shuddering breath as he pulled his finger out of me.

I couldn’t turn around. I didn’t want to see if he looked annoyed or if he was going to laugh at me or something.

“Dude, you should speak like that all the time, because that was fucking amazing.”

“Really?” I asked, not quite believing him.

“Yeah, man. You sounded so sexy.” He chuckled, and I yelped as his lips brushed my ass cheek just before he gave me a soft bite. “Okay, do it again.”

“Brad, you….”

“Alex,” he said with that deep tone that sent pleasure shivering through my veins. “I want you to ask me to fuck you with my fingers again.”

“Oh God,” I whispered, my heart pounding so loudly I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. My head knocked forward, looking at his cock clenched between my fingers, shining wet with my saliva, and the way I clutched his balls.

How many times had I imagined saying it? It was just…in my imagination, it was Brad’s cock lined up to my ass, not his fingers.

“Brad,” I said breathlessly, turning around, swallowing his taste as my voice cracked. “Brad, can you fuck me like that again?”

He paused again, his eyes wide as his cock twitched in my hand.

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