Page 16 of Two Guys One Puck
“Maybe, maybe not, but we won, so you can take a cheap shot now.” He holds out his hands and gestures me forward.
I lift my fist, but I can’t just cold cock him.
“What are you waiting for? I need to go shower so I can get wasted.” He sounds fucking bored again. It’s just one more way he’s pushing my buttons.
“Fucking fight me. I can’t just hit you.”
“If you insist.” He drops into a fighting stance, lifting his fists. “I’ll beat you again.”
That does it. I throw a left hook, catching him right in the jaw.
He doesn’t even try to block it, despite his hands being up. His head whips to the side. As soon as he recovers, he comes atme. We trade blows, and he gets in a couple of good hits. We’re both slowing down, the toll of the game and the pain finally coming to a head. I drop my hands, still furious, but my body is nearly ready to give out.
“Finally,” he says, using the cleared space to step in and grab my shirt with both hands, dragging my body to his. But he doesn’t kiss me right away.
We’re so close his breath on my throat.
He brushes our noses together. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about this all day.”
I open my mouth to argue but can’t. It’s so much easier to deny him in text.
He skims his tongue between my lips, and I part them. “Let me taste you.”
We’re kissing in an instant, and it’s hot and fast, exactly like our fight started. He drags me blindly, taking me deeper into the dark parking lot before finally shoving me against a massive SUV. Pinning me there, he subtly rocks his hips. I grab the back of his neck, hating how much control he’s taken.
Maybe I should throw him off like last time, but I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
I'm so turned on, my dick fucking hurts. He loosens his grip on my shirt, sliding his hands up to wrap his arms around my neck.
“Fucking touch me already,” he growls in to my mouth.
“Where?” I gasp, not knowing the first thing about guys.
“Any fucking where.”.
I bring up my hand, then hesitate. I feel like a fucking virgin. This can’t be that different from being with a girl, except it is. His body is hard and throbbing and I really like it. Which still leaves me drawing a blank.
He nips across my jawline, putting his lips right next to my ear. “Where do you like to be touched?”
“My cock,” I say automatically.
“Well, if you insist.” He shoves a hand between us, brushing the backs of his knuckles over my dick.
I groan, getting even harder. It spurs me into action. I push my hand under his rash guard, skimming my fingers over his perfect body.
He grins against my lips. “So you can be taught, sunshine.”
“I beg your pardon,” I say in my most condescending tone. “I’ve never fucked a guy before.”
“No?” That seems to excite him.
“Never. Nothing with a guy.” Why the fuck am I telling him this?
“Me either.”
My brows lift, and I’m not sure I believe him. “Oh?”
