Page 27 of Puck Shots
“You impress me all the time.”
“Really?” I ask, my chest full, like it’s been blown up like a balloon to the point it just might burst if he says one more thing like that to me.
“You’re like the smartest person I’ve ever met, plus you’re kind. You sat through that whole dinner pretending to be interested in every story the guys told about a sport you don’t even watch.”
“I had fun,” I say, my glasses slipping down my nose a little. Before I can reach up with my free hand, he swaps his grip on his jacket and pushes them up slowly with his index finger.
“There, that’s better,” he says before his tongue peeks out and swipes over his lower lip. Is he flirting? Is this what flirting looks like? I’ve never been flirted with, but I’m about thirty percent sure this might be flirting. What should I do? He’s still looking at me, those piercing blue-gray eyes locked on mine, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth. If he was flirting and was going to kiss me, he’d have done it by now, right? Fuck.
“So,” he says, sucking in a breath and turning forward. We start walking again. “Dinner didn’t scare you off trying your program?”
“Not in the slightest. If anything, I think I have a way better understanding of the game now, and after I watch you a few more times and take some clear video, I’m sure I will pick it up.”
“I’m sure you will. I’m sure you can do anything you put your mind to.”
Except kiss him. I had that on my mind multiple times tonight and not once did I try to actually kiss him. Urgh, why am I such a dork?
We walk the rest of the way home in silence, and when we reach the back door, he heads upstairs to his attic, but not before looping past Reginals Ducksworth, the old portrait hanging just inside the doorway, to give him a curt nod like he does every time he walks inside the frat house.
I return to my air bed in the rec room with the other pledges, wishing I was following him up the stairs, too. And then as I drift off to sleep, I’m welcomed by the vision in my mind, picking right up where he and I left off.
We’re back outside, near the back door, and he lets the coat fall from his shoulders and wraps it better around me.
“There, that’s more like it. You should wear it to bed, then you can spend the day smelling of me. That should keep the other guys away.”
“Why would you want to do that?” I ask, dipping my chin, but then the edge of his finger is under it, guiding my head up to look into those perfect blue-gray eyes. They sparkle, and his whole face is warmed by an orange full moon.
“I think you know why,” he says, and then he leans in close and kisses me. His warm mouth presses hard against mine as his other hand reaches around to the small of my back and pulls me closer.
My cock thickens as it wedges against his hard length. Only the thin fabric of our pants between us. I hold his sides and slide my palms around to his back, under the hem of his shirt and up the hot smooth skin of his back.
He pulls away for a moment.
“Come with me,” he whispers, and then we’re running up the stairs, my hand firmly in his grasp, heart pounding in my ears.
His room doesn’t look like this,I think as he pulls me through the door. The attic space normally set up with two beds is set up only for one, a double-sized bed sitting under a giant round window to my right. I know it’s wrong. That his room doesn’t look like this, but he’s stripping off his shirt, walking backwards toward the bed, bathed in moonlight through the window, the rays highlighting every curve of his muscled chest, and I let my brain disregard the truth. That this has to be a dream and just go with it.
“You look like you want to eat me,” he says, tossing his shirt to the floor.
“Maybe I do,” I reply, and he smirks that cheeky fucking grin and drops his pants. His thick, hard cock springs free.
“It’s all yours,” he replies, and I really, really don’t care that his room is different, or that I’m sure the moon was white tonight. My brain is trying to tell me this isn’t real. It’s a dream, but his cock feels real enough in my hand, and as I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around him, dream or not, I am so fucking gone.
I suck him deep into my throat, grabbing his perfect, tight ass with one hand to help thrust him deeper. He moans my name in a breathy rasp, and I reach down, freeing my throbbing cock and working it in time with my mouth moving over him.
“Fuck, you look so sexy sucking my cock,” he says, fingers sweeping my hair behind my ear. “I bet you’d look just as hot grinding on it.”
I come off him with a pop sound and stand, pressing my hands against his chest and pushing him back until he falls back on the bed.
“Let’s find out,” I say, and then he positions himself perfectly on the bed, and I climb onto the mattress, straddling his legs and kissing his salty skin as I make my way up his body until I’mperfectly positioned. He reaches between us, swirling his fingers, slick and coated with lube that I didn’t even see him grab, around my entrance, then pushing them easily inside like I’ve been ready for him this whole time. He coats himself, and then I come down on his hard, thick cock. The delightful sting giving way quickly to the perfect pressure of him filling me. His fingers grip my outer thighs.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans.
“As good as you expected?” I ask in a sultry tone, rising and coming down on him again.
“Oh hell yeah,” he groans, hands moving around to cup my ass as he lifts himself to sit. My hard cock leaking, wedged between us, and then he’s lifting me up and letting gravity help pull me back down on him, and I’m moaning and groaning until my cock pulses, spilling between us, and he arches his back, hips thrusting up hard as his orgasm hits, too.
I open my eyes, body covered in sweat, breaths coming heavy and spent. Thankfully, the room is still dark, and the other pledges appear to be sleeping soundly on their mattresses. Holy fuck that was hot, I think, climbing from my bed and quietly grabbing a fresh set of pajamas and a new set of sheets.
