Page 95 of First Puck

He groaned against me, releasing my chin to press his palm back to the mattress, right next to my shoulder. And I let myself go and moved, feeling him, responding to him, grinding and moaning as I stole as much of him as possible.

He pressed his cock down harder, almost thrusting against me.

“Brad!” I gasped as I broke the kiss, pleasure already building in my cock. “That’s—” I descended into moans as he circled over me.

“That’s it, that’s the shit. Keep going, Alex. I want you to show me how good it is. I want it all.”

We kissed violently and passionately, until all my nerves and frustrations became background noise to my growing need and desire. Instead of all my worries whirling around in my head about what could happen and what Brad might say, I gave in to it all.

I dug my fingers into his neck and pulled him back, meeting his eyes with a hard stare. With us panting, both of us starry-eyed, I finally threw out the words I’d been thinking of for years.

“Because you love me?” I asked, heart in my throat, chest tightening every second he didn’t answer.

He watched me, his face as blank as when he stood over the boiling pan, like nothing was running through his brain.

I flattened my other hand against his chest, preparing to shove him off me and accept that this was it. It was over. There was no coming back from it.

Until he burst into a beautiful smile, one that stole my heart from the first moment I saw it.

“Yeah.” He laughed, blowing out a breath. “Fucking hell. Yeah, man. I love you.”

Brad

Iwanted to hear it again. I wanted to drive Alex so wild that he wasn’t able to do anything except tell me he loved me. Fuck, he didn’t even need to say anything. I’d just plunge my fingers in him and get him all worked up, and he could moan to show me how he felt.

I pushed against the mattress with one hand, using it to grind against him harder, watching his fierce expression and angry glare tumble away as pleasure took him over.

And I was the one making him nuts, making his head shake, making Alex thrust against me. It was just our pants that were in our way. I wanted to feel his hot cock on mine, feel how much he was leaking, wind him up so much he spurted all over his abs.

He was so right, though. I was absolutely crazy about him. I didn’t even know when it started. Because, looking back, Alex had always been the first person I thought of before I did anything. I always searched for Alex, and felt edged when I didn’t know where he was. I always wanted him to be happy, even though I was shit at doing it. I always wanted to make his life easy, though I was terrible at that, too.

Was it really just Alex getting together with Lance that made me fall in love with him? Or had something else been going on this whole time?

Alex’s face scrunched up, trembling under me. All soft and breathless and so sexy that I had to keep going further to getmore.

I licked his Adam’s apple just to taste his gentle moans like I did when I first touched him like this.

I followed the line of his throat to nuzzle under his ear, feeling the scrub of his new stubble against my tongue. I loved the slight sting that came with it as I licked harder, and the way his moan sailed straight through my chest and shook up my heart. All from a simple kiss on the neck.

Plus, I’d never kissed anyone with stubble before. So that was a first for me, too.

As I pulled back and looked at him properly, it was like a smack in the face to see him laid out for me like some pretty present, just waiting to be unwrapped. All I needed to do was get inside him and then I could find out what he’d been hiding under all those muscles.

Alex blinked up at me. “Why did you stop?” He was already tensing up. It was like he thought I was going to bolt on him or something.

“Because I want to look at you,” I replied, sounding like a simp.

He tilted his head, as if he was asking me a silent question, though I didn’t know what answer I could give him. So I just said the first thing that popped into my mind.

“You’re seriously hot, though,” I said, stretching over him, leaning closer to his lips. “I know I keep telling you you’re hot, but just looking at you curving your back like you’re asking me to fuck you is turning me on.”

His mouth dropped open as my favorite shade of pink flushed his cheeks.

“Where did you learn to speak like that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

“I dunno. I’m just telling you the truth.”

And I didn’t want to waste a second. I needed to be on him.

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