Page 98 of Zero Pucks

And it couldn’t always be just me.

After a while, I managed to find Amedeo’s socials, and through that, I was able to find his shit-for-brains ex. I’d heard his voice when I’d taken the phone—pinched and nasal, like he was trying to sound cute. His voice didn’t match his face, and I hated to admit he was hot, but he was.

He was the annoying kind of hot that said he was going to age poorly and take it out on everyone. It was probably why he’d spent his entire relationship with Amedeo making him feel like shit about himself. A man like that needed a partner who was too afraid to run.

But that was not Deo. At all. He was strong and amazing.

And for the moment, all mine.

And that thought was the one that followed me to sleep.

Now, he was in my arms, and I was feeling an incredibly warm, powerful sensation. My dick was horny for him, but so was my heart and my brain. God, this was all so strange. I never thought I could feel this way for a person before, especially a stranger.

For a long time, I’d been so sure the accident had ruined what little bit of my heart was left that was capable of loving another person the way I thought I’d loved my ex. And now, I had him.

My Amedeo.

“Mm.” He turned over in my arms, rocking his hips backward against me.

Leaning in, I nipped at his jaw. “Awake?”

He mumbled something I couldn’t understand, and his rocking got a little heavier, his breath coming out in a soft pant. Hooking my limb up over his hips, I pulled him closer, then pressed a hand to his sternum. His shirt was rucked up, and a little tugging exposed his bare skin. I couldn’t see much this early without clearing my eyes and putting my drops in, but I could feel downward, over his scratchy hair, and then my palm brushed against his dick.

It was hard, poking through the slit in his boxers, so I wasted no time grabbing it and squeezing.

“Tucker,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Want me to stop?”

He laughed and shook his head against me. “I want to come. Will you make me come?”

Fuck yes. Fumbling backward, my hand searched the nightstand drawer until my fingers touched the familiar shape of the lube. I dropped it on the blankets, then turned my body until I was spooning him.

“Gonna fuck your thighs while I jerk you off, okay?”

He groaned, and his hands shifted under the bed, moving around. It took me a second before I realized he was taking off his boxers. His naked ass rubbed up against my crotch, and it took me less than half a second to peel mine away, kicking them away with the rounded ends of my thighs.

“Yes,” Amedeo groaned when my skin met his. “Feel so good.”

Kissing his neck, I toyed with the head of his cock, feeling the way his precome began to pool in his slit. “You sure you’re awake enough for this?”

He twisted his head back and kissed the edge of my jaw. “Yes, Tucker. I want this. I want you.”

That was enough for me. I bit down gently on his tendon, half-drunk on his gasps as I thumbed the lube bottle open and squirted a generous amount in my palm. Most of it was for my dick, and it throbbed hard as I slicked it up, then rubbed my palm between his thighs before urging them apart.

“Just like that. Fuck, just like that. You’re so good at this, sweetheart. You feel amazing,” I murmured against his ear.

He shuddered as his thighs closed around me, and then he fucked his hips backward, sending spirals of pleasure racing up my spine. My hips were already aching, but that was nothing new, and it was a welcome pain this time.

My slick hand found his cock again, spreading what was left of the lube over him, and then I began to stroke him in time with my thrusts. He squeezed his generous thighs around me, the heat of him threatening to make me come without warning.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, then sped up my arm as my ass pumped forward. The room was filled with the gentle sound of skin slapping skin, a wet fapping from my hand on him, and his punched-out groans as I dragged him toward the edge of his control.

“Like that? Feels good?” I asked.

“Fuck. Yeah, yes. More. Harder, please.”

“Love the way you beg for it,” I said, speeding up just a little. His hips tried to move a little faster, but I wouldn’t let him. “I don’t think so. You take what I give you, okay? Trust me, I’m going to make it so fucking good.”

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