Page 112 of No Pucks

I sigh then drag him up into my lap. “If you’re going to insist on that nickname, you should at least be sucking my cock after.”

He willingly wraps his arms around my neck, grinding down against my quickly hardening cock. “Is this better?”

“Fuck.” We just had sex twenty minutes ago, but my cock doesnotcare. “Yes, but not as good as your lips.”

“I want to, but if I can’t play because I fucking fail this test, neither of us will be happy.”

“Why would one test make it so you can’t play?” I ask when he climbs off my lap, leaving me painfully hard.

“Because it’s worth one-third of my grade.” He smirks, laying his head back in my lap like the fucking tease he is.

“That’s downright evil.”

“I am genetically half my father,” he says, holding back a laugh.

“Not funny!”

He keeps laughing, flipping the page in his book. “Shhh. I’m trying to study.”

I groan but then get an idea. “I’ll read it to you while you suck my dick.”

“That’s an option?” He sits up.

“Why not?”

“Seems like a cheat code…” He offers the book.

I can’t help but grin a little. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

He stares at me. “Look at all this smiling you’re doing. Be careful—I might get used to it.”

I lift a shoulder, acting like it’s nothing. “You should get used to it. You cause it.”

He shoves between my thighs. “I love it.”

“I love you.” My smile widens just a little. It makes my cheeks hurt, but I don’t stop, because he smiles right back. It’s notthe usual smirk, but an actual smile, and when he kisses me, it makes it even fucking better.

He unbuttons my jeans. “You fucking better, because I’m about to give you the best blow job of your life.”

“You think you can top past you?”

“I know I can.” He frees me from my briefs, licking around my head.

“You are so fucking sexy.”

He flicks his gaze to mine while sucking on my head.

I make myself look at his book and begin reading. My voice pitches every time he swallows my cock, taking me into his throat. It’s almost impossible to focus on the text, but I force myself to keep reading so Logan doesn’t stop. He pulls off and licks my shaft and balls, taking his time, probably so he doesn’t have to go back to reading himself. I’m not complaining.

I push my fingers into his hair, playing with it, getting him used to the feel of my hand so he doesn’t suspect what I’m up to. He moans around me, alternating between taking me deep and then backing off to jack me with his hand while he swirls his tongue around my head.

The next time he takes me to the back of his throat, I tighten my grip in his hair and force him down further while lifting my hips. I don’t miss a single word while I fuck his throat relentlessly. I don’t let myself come right away. No, I take my time, just like he did.

I feel his stare and see his eyes watering out of the corner of mine, but he sucks greedily. Amusement flashes in his gaze as tears stream down his cheeks. He’s so fucking ravenous, I can’t hold off any longer.

My balls tighten and my gut wrenches before pleasure explodes through me. I lose it, filling his mouth and throat until my cum leaks from his mouth. I thrust again and again as my orgasm barrels through me.

Finally, I collapse back on the couch, my hold on Logan’s hair turning soft again. He takes his time licking me clean, and I keep reading until he sits back on his heels.

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