Page 96 of First Puck

I grinned at him as I shifted back up onto my knees, crawling down his body so I could spread my tongue over his left nipple.

And the reaction I got was even better than I’d expected.

I mean, he’d been bucking and moaning all over me when we were at the hotel, but I didn’t get to see the way his jaw dropped and his throat bobbed as a stuttered cry echoed from him.

“See what I mean? It’s seriously sexy. I can just touch you and you moan for me. Do you know how wild that is?”

I went for it again, running one hand along his waist as I lapped at his nipple. And he instantly pushed his shoulder against the bed to bend into me.

It was so quick I almost bit his nipple, and he cried out again as my teeth grazed his skin.

“You’re so responsive,” I said as I licked him again. “Do you love me that much?”

“I can’t believe you only just figured it out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we’re the biggest idiots around,” he replied as he lifted his arms, cupping my shoulders to lead me back to his lips.

“Does that mean you’re in love with an idiot?”

He chuckled as he pulled me closer. “It means you’re in love with an idiot, too.”

“Now that’s the kind of thing I like to hear,” I groaned as I kissed him again.

I kept my hips rolling along with my tongue, making sure his cock got just as much attention.

He clasped me tighter, and there was no way I could escape. And the only place I wanted to run to was his crotch.

But I settled for tweaking his nipple just to get him to moan deeply against me.

I spent ages walking around my room after our argument, listening for him downstairs, trying to work out what he wanted and what I wanted.

Taking the risk to come to his room after toing and froing, kissing him even though he was making out like he hated me, fucking grinding on him like he was the only one who could ever make me come. It was the best.

“Fuck, you like this so much. I bet no one’s sucked on your nipples before either, eh?”

“Oh my God.” He coughed, going an even brighter shade of red, his blush traveling down his neck. “Do you have to say it like that?”

I switched to his right nipple, giving him the same treatment. Gentle licks, soft kisses, sucking on him until he looked like he was struggling.

He’d always been shy, but the way he looked like he was trying to wriggle free just made me want to tease him even more.

My hand on his waist slid farther down as I reached his pants, and then to his ass. I had to force my hand in between his thick muscles and the mattress, but it was worth the squeeze to cup his perky cheeks.

I liked foreplay, but I was usually thinking about the main event. It was always to get the other person going and never did anything for me.

But, here, with Alex, with my best-fucking-friend, I was happy to just lick his nipples and play with his cock until he came and leave it at that. Though, really, the night wasn’t going to end until my cock was inside him. I was just totally fine taking our sweet time with it.

“I need you to touch me more,” he choked out, rubbing against my thigh.

“If your cock is that hungry, maybe I should give you a treat.”

His eyes widened, and I grinned as I quickly abandoned my original plan of just sucking on his nipples until he was begging for me.

But then he froze, something sinister crossing his mind. I could see it in the way his light suddenly faded. Another one of those thoughts that stopped him from being honest with me crept through his head.

I could have let it go, but we’d come too far already. We hadn’t exactly said ‘boyfriends’ yet, but it was my job to make sure he was happy, like it should have always been. It was just I was too much of a moron to realize that’s what he’d basically been asking me to do all along.

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