Page 42 of No Pucks

Why do I keep stopping myself from exploring this part of me? Do I have good reasons, or do I look for any little thing to hold myself back?

“This is a bad idea.” I push my hands up his abs, contradicting every word coming out of my mouth. I’m hungry, and I don’t want to stop.

He smiles, not saying a goddamn word, because he knows. Logan carries self-assurance like most wear their insecurities. It’s intoxicating.

“Get that fucking smirk off your face.” I grab him by the thighs and haul him up, ignoring Krista’s voice in my head that I’m going to hurt myself further as I wrap his legs around my waist like I’m some damn twenty-year-old without chronic pain.

“I think you like the smirk.” He yanks at my shirt, trying to pull it off while I carry him to the bed, but he can’t manage it to get it out from between us, eliciting a hiss. “I want that off.”

I grunt through the pain and walk the few steps to the bed, tossing him down. “I’m not sure what I like.”

“It has to be the smirk, since it keeps working.” He scoots back, laying out over my mess of blankets like he owns the place.

I glare. “Do you ever stop being so cocky?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve perfected it at this point. Why would I stop?”

I growl but shed my pants and then crawl onto the bed after him, knees and hips cracking like I’m some kind of damn bag of bones. “I’d like to think you have some sort of self-preservation, but the more I get to know you, the more I realize it’s lacking.”

As soon as I’m within reach, he pushes his hands under my shirt, pulling it off me. “Are you going to fuck me or coach?” I glare, and he grins, reaching between us to grab his cock. “You’re only making me harder.”

“Don’t tell me you have some kind of coach fetish.”

“When my coach is as hot as you, how can you blame me?”

I roll my eyes, lips twitching a little—not in a smile per se, but in amusement. It’s weird. It feels like a lifetime since I’ve found anyone worth this back and forth.

He traces his fingertips over my lips before sliding his hand around the back of my head to kiss me. I give over to it, parting my lips, welcoming him in.

“I like this,” he whispers in my mouth.

“Don’t get used to it.” I can’t let him get used to any part of this, no matter how I feel.

“You can’t stop me.”

“Shut up before I do it for you.”

“Oh no! Whatever will I do with your cock in my mouth?” He lifts into me, grinding so I feel his knuckles against my cock.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you? If I come in your throat—” I break the kiss, and I don’t hesitate this time. Reaching blindly in my nightstand, I find the condoms and lube I bought when I was trying to talk myself into using a hookup app instead of letting Logan near me again.

Did I know all along this would be the use? How fucking delusional was I? Because this is what I wanted. I’ve just been too much of a coward to take it.

I sit back on my heels to pour the silky fluid over my fingers and close them around his cock, stroking him while I drink in every reaction.

He arches into my hand, every muscle flexed, putting his beautiful body on display. “Who’s fucking whom?”

“I’m not allowed to want to touch you? Fine, I won’t get you off.” I release his cock and instead tease his hole.

Logan’s eyes narrow, and I finally manage to get the smirk off his face. “I’m not used to a man who isn’t only chasing his own orgasm.”

“Who wouldn’t want to make you come?” I love watching him. Isn’t that half the fun? I add more lube to my fingers and rub his opening.

“You’d be surprised.” He picks up his head, watching me while his legs fall open.

“They’re fools.” I sink two fingers into his hole, warmth enveloping me. He’s tight as fuck. His expression changes fast, annoyance burning off into need. He grabs at every part of me he can reach, thumbing over my nipples, driving up my want. “The idea of you coming on my cock…” I cut myself off and turn my focus to putting on this damn condom, because I’m not going to last long if I don’t get inside him now.

He hooks a leg over my shoulder, opening for me even more. “Fuck me.”

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