Page 83 of Zero Pucks

Whatever roadblocks we’d hit, whatever petty arguments, they would never be like before.

“Breathe,” I told him, and then I pushed the button to change up the pattern and increase the vibration.

He gasped in air, held it, then let it out with a heavy sound rumbling against the back of his throat. His legs kept sliding apart, then sliding together like he couldn’t stop moving.

Fuck, it wasgorgeous.

It was getting harder and harder not to shove my dick between his thighs and fuck him that way. Instead, I gripped the base of my cock and squeezed until the urge to come backed off.

“Hnng, T-tuck. Tuck. P-please. I need. I need…” he sobbed.

I leaned over him, rubbing my dick against the back of his thigh as the toy continued buzzing away in that pattern that would allow him to get worked up but not come. “Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you need.”

“You,” he gasped. “Need you. Need you.”

My head spun. Not just want me. Need me. The raw, vulnerable honesty of that was too much. I reached down, gripping the toy, fucking him with it for a long, heavy second before pulling it out with a slick pop.

He collapsed down with a grunt as I turned it off and tossed it to the side, but he didn’t roll away. He got his knees back under him and reached behind, spreading his cheeks. His hole was bright, and slick with lube, and slightly open.

I pressed two fingers just past the rim, and he let out a sigh of deep satisfaction. “Need you,” he mumbled again.

I wasn’t going to make him wait, or beg, or wonder if I was really going to give him what he was asking for. Leaning over, I snagged a condom and tore the perforated edge, letting it fall against my palm. I didn’t take more than a second to slide it on, but that second felt like an eternity with him so desperate.

He let out a grunt when I pressed my cock head against his hole, then shifted restlessly as I slicked myself up.

“Patience. I promise it’ll be worth it.” I leaned over and kissed his spine as I stroked myself. Fuck, ifthisfelt good, then being inside him would goddamn transport me to another world.

I took a moment to prepare. If I shot off early, before he was done, I would never forgive myself. I would still make it worth his while, but I swear to God I would put myself in the shame corner until I made it up to him threefold.

“Tucker.” He said my name on the edge of a desperate whine.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” I started.

He twisted his head back to look at me, his eyes barely visible under his thick, heavy fringe that obscured most of his forehead. But I could see they were wide and a little unsure. “Are you okay?”

Oh God, he was worried about me? I leaned forward, snagging his chin—mindful of the awkward angle—and I kissed his lush, sweet mouth. “I’m perfect. I’m going to fuck you so good, Deo.Sogood.”

He nodded, still dazed, and settled back down. I didn’t slide away this time. I stayed plastered to his back like a little jet pack, and I adjusted my angle just slightly before giving my hips a thrust. The ends of my legs pressed hard into the mattress, the pain almost entirely eclipsed by the pleasure I felt the second I was inside him.

Fuck. He was warm. He wastight. His muscles were pulsing, clenching around me like they couldn’t help it. My vision went white, and I squeezed my eyelids shut as I thrust forward again.

He grunted. No, wait. That was me. Fuck. I made that same sound again as I pulled out, then fucked forward even harder. My skin slapped his, andoh. There was his moan—soft, muffled by the pillow, matching the trembling way his body began to move with mine.

I wasn’t going to last, but I didn’t think he was either. Shuffling downward slightly, I kissed along his spine as I eased him up higher onto his elbows. He obeyed beautifully—unthinking, as if on instinct—and he spread his legs a little so I could balance against him while my hand moved to his front.

His stomach jumped as my fingers passed down his coarse hair, and then I took his cock against my palm.

“Oh, oh,hnngfuck. Tucker. Tucker.Please.”

My name was like a hymn on his lips, melodic and gorgeous as he begged. I squeezed him tightly the way I was coming to learn he liked, and then I began to stroke him in time with my hips.Hurry, hurry, I thought as loudly as I could.Come for me, Deo.

I was too fucking close to last much longer.

I kept my eye shut. If I could see him, even a little, that would be it for me. It was bad enough I could picture him perfectly in my mind—the flush crawling over his skin, the fucked-out bliss on his face, the way his body moved in time with mine.

It was a perfect dance. We were the perfect pair. It would never get better than this.

He had officially ruined me for any other person.

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