Page 100 of Puck My Stepbrother
Sure, that wasn’t playing it by ear exactly, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that I was with Levi Dunn.
Sitting in the middle row together, I rested my head against Levi’s arm, having never felt so comfortable in my entire life. The people around us didn’t know that his mother was married to my father, but I understood that people would know soon enough. And I didn’t care.
Levi Dunn had an uncanny way of making everything okay. You know, like nothing could go wrong as long as I stuck with him. How I’d ever pushed him away was beyond me.
When the performance started, I realized I couldn’t pay proper attention. My mind had drifted off, wondering how many nights like this we had ahead of us. Thoughts of what others would think—my father included—ceased to matter. Like Levi had suggested, I’d never enjoy the better things in life if I got hung up on that.
After all, he was Levi Dunn. And I was Quinn Standish.
Together, nothing could stop us.
40
LEVI
That was the best night of my life. No, I’m not exaggerating. I didn’t think winning the national title could’ve topped it, even if I’d been a starter in that game. This was special. I’d planned out all the things we were supposed to play by ear, killing spontaneity, but it hadn’t hurt. I just wanted my first date with Quinn to be picture perfect.
And I got my wish. The smile that never left Quinn’s face told me everything I needed to know. It kept me from making even one misstep the entire night. Sometimes unspoken things communicated more than words ever could. That told me our relationship had already climbed to the next level.
In movies, nights like this one would lead to a marriage proposal. Or a promise. I’d be lying if I said both hadn’t crossed my mind. Again, I felt like I couldn’t make a misstep. I didn’t know what our next move would be, but I definitely knew what I wanted when we arrived home.
Yeah, yeah, that part of me hadn’t changed, but I thought Quinn would want the same thing.
Once inside the front door, I scooped Quinn up in my arms and carried him upstairs. He couldn’t stop laughing, and I couldn’t quit basking in the beautiful sound.
“You’re going to give yourself a hernia,” he said.
“No way. Do you know how much I can bench press?”
He didn’t answer. It didn’t matter anyway. I marched down the hall to my room, opened the door, and dumped my boyfriend onto the bed.
My boyfriend. What an awesome word to use. Until then, I’d felt stuck with calling him my stepbrother.Boyfriendsounded so right.
He jumped up off the mattress and stood on his tiptoes to try to kiss me. I leaned down and met his lips. Then I wrapped my arms around him, squeezed, and lifted him up off his feet.
When his hard-on brushed my leg, I realized I was sporting a massive boner of my own—one that wanted freedom. I slid my blazer off, tossed it to the floor, and started unbuttoning my shirt.
Quinn’s hand found my crotch, and he eyed the bulge hungrily. I’d never seen him act so assertive before, and I wanted to think his time with me had inspired this new attitude. I also noticed a new confidence in his eyes that made me proud as fuck.
“See something you like?” I asked.
“I’m about to.”
He squeezed and kneaded my crotch, making me wait for it. My hands explored his shoulders and back—I couldn’t get enough of his body.
Then he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slowly unzipped my fly. He’d learned a lot in the last few months, I can’t lie about that. Like, he didn’t just snatch my cock out of my pants and stick it in his mouth. Instead, he leaned forward, kissing the throbbing bulge in my underwear, lickingand nibbling on it, making me gasp with pleasure. Even better, it made me tense up, dying for him to reach the next stage…but he made me wait.
After driving me crazy, he eased my pants down to my ankles so I could step out of them, but he still wouldn’t free my cock. He rubbed his face against my bulge, licking and nibbling some more, teasing me. Finally, his fingers dipped into my underwear, peeling them down slowly and allowing my cock to spring forth.
Quinn eyed my bare cock and licked his lips like he was seeing it for the first time. Then he gripped my meat, stroked it back and forth, brought it to his lips, and touched his tongue to the tip. He then flicked the head, swirling around it, causing tingling sensations in my knob.
Oh my God, he was going to kill me before he even got started.
He nibbled on the tip some more before admitting the head past his lips, warming it with his hot spit. After several minutes of treating my cock like a sucker, he opened his mouth wide and devoured as much of my meat as he could.
His head moved back and forth as he used his free hand to twist and screw up and down my wet length.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Fucking right. That’s a good boy. Keep that up. Just like that.”
