Page 97 of First Puck

“Hey, man, where’d you go? What’s going on?”

His chest rose and fell, his cock hard, the tip of his nose was as pink as his lips and I wanted to kiss it so badly, but I needed to know what he was thinking.

“Brad…” he groaned. His jaw clenched as he looked away from me again. I didn’t want him to escape, but I had to give him time for this one.

Ten or twenty or thirty seconds later, he finally turned back to me with a determined look.

“I’m not fucking someone who doesn’t want to be with me,” he said on a shaky breath.

“Yeah, course, I know. I heard what you said.”

“So, you want to try this? You actually want to date me? I’m not talking about hooking up, Brad. Because I’m not letting you back out if we do this.”

I didn’t get what he was saying. I’d been fighting to make sure he didn’t leave me, so why did he keep thinking I was going to run off?

“I thought I was the one convincing you to stay,” I replied, tilting my head. “What do you think ‘I love you’ means? You’re acting like you don’t believe me.”

“I kind of don’t. Not really.”

“Then I’ve just got to do everything possible to make sure you do.”

I gave him one of my guaranteed-to-drop-your-panties smirks that never failed, and it totally worked.

As I tucked my fingers under his waistband, all that stupid distrust just vanished from his face.

I got my hand right in there, fucking celebrating that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

We both groaned as I found him hot and hard. He notched his hips up, sighing for me as I easily wrapped my hand around his cock.

“You’re so fucking ready for me, aren’t you?” I sighed as he shifted under me. “I want to see more of you. Lift your ass, would you?” I said as I squeezed his asscheek again.

I nudged him, silently telling him to bring his ass even higher, and he helped me by sinking his feet into the bed.

“I’m literally so excited for this. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you, man. It’s felt like years.”

I glanced up at him, thrown off by his shocked expression.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Has it really been years?” he croaked.

“What? No. It was probably last summer or something? I don’t know. It’s just a phrase, you know?”

He kept giving me these weird looks, having tiny pauses, making odd noises like this whole other thing was going on for him. I guessed it was just so overwhelming because I was so amazing. I’d had that from girls before, so obviously Alex would feel the same.

He gave a broken laugh, shaking his head before running a hand through his long hair.

“Yeah, okay…” His voice cracked. “That makes total sense.”

And he suddenly hit me with this look, so full of fucking love that I wanted to do whatever I could to make him the happiest guy in the world.

I moved farther down his body because that was the best way to go about it, and because I wanted a full view.

My cock throbbed at the VIP ticket to the Alex show.

Like it was a player racing toward me on the ice, I kept my gaze fixed on that huge bulge under his pants I’d felt seconds ago.

And when I dragged them over his cock and it sprang free, I cooed in fucking excitement. All because he choked out a cry as his ass thudded back onto the duvet.

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