Page 40 of Two Guys One Puck
“They are a tripping hazard. Do you want to break your leg or tear something?” He shoves off the desk and picks them up,setting them nicely in the closet. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”
“We don’t have mothers in Ukraine. We are born under rocks and raised to fight fascism.”
Seaborn gives off a disbelieving grunt and heads back to the desk, but I grab him by the belt loop on the way, drawing him in between my knees.
“I think we were in the middle of something before we were interrupted.” I slide my hands up the outside of his thighs.
“Middle? I’m pretty sure I finished…” He smirks down at me.
“Pretty sure?” I ask flatly. “I would hope you’d remember a blow job.”
“Very sure. It was a really fucking good blow job.”
“Yes? I’m shocked you admit it was good.”
“Was that your first time…”
I lean in, brushing my lips along the waistline of his sweats, horny as fuck after all the edging. “Yes. Why?”
He moans, playing with my hair again, and I really like it. “You were really good at it. Better than any woman who’s blown me. Which is not many.”
“I don’t do things to be bad at them. Silly man,” I whisper over his skin.
Seaborn shivers, and it’s cute as fuck—not something I’d thought I would ever feel about him. “Of fucking course you don’t.”
I nip at his hip. “Now I want to see if you do things to be bad at them.”
He growls, tightening his grip on my hair. “I’ve never done any of this before.”
I pull back enough to look into his eyes. “Are you afraid you’re not going to be good at it, and I’ll show you up?”
His scowl deepens. “You aren’t going to show me up in anything.”
“I already have. I made you come so hard you forgot you hated me.”
“Only for a couple of hours.”
“I’m counting it as a win.” I nip the other hip and tug open his button.
He grabs my hand. “Oh no, you don’t. I’m not letting you say you have two times getting me off to my one.”
“If we’re really counting, I have one point five to your point five.”
“You insufferable bastard.” He bends down and hauls me up by my thighs, easily picking me up to toss me backward on the bed. He grabs my sweats and yanks them down.
“Commando? I should have known.”
“I don’t like to be constricted.” I tuck my hands behind my head to watch.
He moves like a fighter, and now I’m sure he’s boxed. The way he hits, I wouldn’t be surprised. He pushes my knees apart and slides his hands up the inside of my thighs. I love the uncertainty in him. The slight hesitation in all his movements. If I didn’t know what I was looking for, I would have missed it, but this makes it all the better. Hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced, which shocks me.
I’ve always known I’m not like other guys. I don’t have the drive for sex most of the morons I went to school with had. I’ve always felt pretty indifferent about all of it. I like to get off, but mostly, it’s easier to get myself off and not have to deal with someone else. I’m not overtly attracted to most. Maybe I’m not at all, and I know that’s weird, so I’ve always kept it to myself. But Seaborn changes something. I wasn’t attracted to him even after the kiss, he just pissed me off, but now I realize I find him sexy.
He wraps his hand around my cock. “You’re so thick.”
“Do you like it?”
He locks our gaze and then nods, but just barely.
