Page 40 of No Pucks

“Not in the middle of the street.” He tries to pull out of my grasp, but I tighten my grip, feeling his resolve slipping.

“Take me upstairs and have your way with me.” I slip my fingers into the elastic of his gray sweatpants, and that seems to snap him into movement.

He grabs my wrist harshly but doesn’t shove me away. Instead, he drags me towards the door.

THIRTEEN

ANTHONY

What am I doing? I hit the button in the elevator, and the harsh fluorescent light casts this whole situation in a different view. Logan is intoxicated. He’s almost disheveled, not put together like he normally is. I like it, and I know I shouldn’t. He can’t be thinking right. Would sober Logan still want to fuck the guy his dad hates? He’s not in the right mind to make decisions. The first time we hooked up, he was drunk too.

He cocks his head, grabbing my jaw. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” I avoid looking at him, because he makes me ache, and I am already hard enough.

He forces my face in his direction. “The overthinking thing.”

“You’re drunk.” I say what’s on my mind because I can’t lie.

“I’m slightly buzzed,” he says, but I don’t believe him.

“How much did you drink?”

He brings his mouth to mine. “I hold my liquor better than most. If you’re so concerned, make me a coffee. I’d still want you inside me sober.”

“I shouldn’t be listening to you drunk. This is your family.”

“I told you, it makes me want to fuck you more.” He presses his dick into my leg.

“Only because you’re not thinking straight.” I don’t pull away, unable to help myself. Why does this guy have to be so fucking irresistible?

“I wanted you in your office, completely sober.” He rocks into me shamelessly. “I’ve wanted you for months.”

“Because you’ve built up that night in your head.” I’m nearly out of excuses.

He laughs, and I finally look at him. “There’s the pro ego.”

“It’s not?—”

He cuts me off with a kiss. “I’ve fucked enough people to know what I like, so I’ll stroke your ego a little. Your dick is worth it.” He brushes his fingers down my the length of my cock, the thin fabric of my sweats allowing too much sensation and not enough at the same time.

“Told you, you built it up.” Amusement colors my tone, and he chases it, tongue dipping into my mouth.

“Give that all to me,” he purrs into my lips.

I drink down the sound, and I’m done for. I can’t say no to him, and I don’t want to. How could anyone want to? “You are bad.”

“I know.” He drags me out of the elevator I hadn’t even heard ding. “Which one is yours?”

“The last.”

We barely break our kiss on the way there. I pin him against the door and grind against him while I dig in my pocket for my keys.

“Hurry up,” he whines.

I finally get them out and in the lock, but I don’t turn it right away.

A student in my apartment.

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