Page 97 of Two Guys One Puck
“Is so cute that you say fuck me any time you don’t have a comeback, cupcake.”
He growls, and my dick gets harder.
“See what you do to me?” I stroke my cock letting him watch.
“You suck!”
“Get down on your knees before you blow the vein in your temple.”
Reluctantly, Ronan sinks down and grabs my cock, while shoving my pants down to my ankles. I’m so ready for him. I can’t even admit how much I missed him. But he’s a fucking tease, licking my head while playing with my balls.
I let him take his time, but as I become increasingly desperate, I grab his hair. “Suck it.”
“Make me.”
“Remember, you asked for this.” I use his hair to keep him in place and bump my tip against his lips.
He parts them, and I waste no time sliding down his throat. But I don’t pull back in a hurry, I take my time like he did,controlling the pace with my thrusts. He looks up at me, and if I wasn’t already fucked for him, that would do it. His beautiful hazel eyes never leave mine while I fuck his face, taking out all my pleasure on his lips.
This is almost better than fighting with him. I can’t get enough. I could do this all night, but he’s too good with his tongue, bringing me right to the edge, and then he starts jacking himself off.
“Fuck, Ronan. I love watching you pleasure yourself.”
He groans around my dick, and I’m fucking done for. I don’t even try to pull out, too far gone. I come in his throat and on his tongue in frantic pumps. He doesn’t pull back, steady and hungry, he licks my cock clean.
“Fuck. Did you come?” I ask, feeling drunk off the high of him.
“Not yet. Why?”
“I need you inside me.”
“We can’t be too loud…” He teases as he step out of his pants.
“If you don’t want to fuck me…”
He’s on his feet and picking me up before I can get another word in. He throws me on the bed and flips me over, pulling my ass back.
“Christ, Seaborn,” I say but push back against his slick fingers as they enter me, knowing how desperate it makes me look. That single action makes me a disgrace to everything I should be, but in this moment, I don’t care. I need Ronan, and I love being fucked by him, whatever that makes me.
He doesn’t prep me for long, and I love that I’m not the only needy one. He grabs a condom out of his night stand and replaces his fingers with his tip. He kisses the back of my neck, taking me slow. I arch into him, taking more of his cock.
This isn’t like last time. It’s better, slower. We’re pressed together and all our skin touches. He wraps an arm around mychest hugging me to him. I twist kissing him over my shoulder. He picks his head up deepening the kiss while sinking all the way inside me. I’m so impossibly filled.
We move together, and neither of us is in a hurry taking our time to build each other up and by the time he’s ready to come I’m hard again. His hand slides down to wrap around my cock.
I’m done for and so is he.
It’seasy to like Ronan’s family. They love each other and want him to be happy. It makes me miss mine even if they are nothing like his. The work is standard and easy. Stuff every boy in my country is taught. We aren’t allowed to be useless, so we all learn normal upkeep in our villages and houses, and then as we get older, most people have to work to help support their families.
As Seaborn’s uncle Garett learns to trust me, he gives us more responsibility, sometimes leaving us alone to work whole days just the two of us. Which gives us a weird and wonderful freedom to be ourselves for days at a time. We can touch and kiss and speak freely mostly left alone on job sites. A freedom we’ll probably not have again until we retire.
I love it, but maybe it’s a taste of a life I can’t have, and while I lay in bed, wrapped in Seaborn’s arms, I wonder if I’ll ever have this happiness for real, or if I’ll have to sacrifice it for my career and to help my family.
I’m showing Emily how to make zharkoye, which is a traditional meal at home. It’s beef and potatoes. Great comfort food. Seaborn watches with a beer, and we’re all laughing. I like his aunt. She’s got a dry sense of humor, similar to one I grew up with. It makes me feel even more at home here.
“So what’s the deal with you two?” Emily asks when there’s a break in the conversation.
Ronan chokes on his beer. Not a good start to denying it if that’s his purpose.
