Page 47 of Puck Lust

“That’s bullshit,” I say, my voice tight. “You want to keep me out for some reason. You want to push everyone away. But I know you feel the same things I do. I didn’t imagine those moments. Don’t lie to me and tell me I’m wrong.”

His jaw tenses. “Look, if you’re still stuck on what happened between us, just let it go. It was a damn long time ago,” he says, his hardened gaze chilling my insides. “I made a dumbass mistake and you flipped the fuck out. You know why? Because you’re not gay, Carter. You’ve just got a savior complex, and you think this is gonna fix me. But it won’t. It can’t. Because I’m beyond fixing.”

“I don’t believe that.” My voice catches, and I take a deep breath. “And it wasn’t a mistake.”

A flicker of pain glimmers in his green eyes. “I fucked up that night. I ruined everything. And I did shit I can’t undo because…”

His tormented voice trails off and my heart clenches at the remorse seeping into his expression.

“Because?” I whisper, inching toward him.

Jack shakes his head. “It was wrong, and I knew it. But I had to…I needed?—”

He snaps his lips closed before he can finish his thought.

A shiver slips down my spine, desire flaring in my chest as I creep closer to him. “I don’t care about the past, Jack. I only care about what’s happening right now. And I want this. I want you.”

“You should go now,” he mutters. “Just leave before?—”

“I can’t.” I capture him around the waist and pull him close, crushing my lips against his before the rest of his words hit the air.

I dig my fingertips into the slick skin of his back, dragging my fingers down the slope of his spine, my tongue eagerly parting his, delving into his mouth. Our bodies cling to one another, all frenzied hands and thrashing hearts. Coiling heat shoots into my veins as we connect on a level I’ve fantasized about for far too long.

He slides one hand over my ass, the other traveling aroundto the back of my neck. It gets lost in my hair, tugging and fisting it as our kiss deepens. He devours me, his hungry lips attacking me like he needs my breath to survive.

Coming back to the room was a risk. I wasn’t sure what to say to him, how to let him know how I really feel. When I heard the shower running, I stopped thinking and planning.

I just acted.

And my God, it’s like I’ve been dead all these years, wandering around as an empty shell. All of a sudden, his demanding touch sparked a surge of life inside me. Things that were dull are suddenly full of color. What was dim and dark is now bright.

All of the things I felt the night he kissed me were nothing compared to the pure, carnal need coursing through me now.

There’s no more denying my truth.

Jackismy truth.

And right at this second, there’s no fear, not panic, no worry.

There’s only us.

He pushes me against the back wall of the shower so we’re out of the direct line of spray and presses his hips against me before grabbing both of our cocks in one of his hands. He jerks us together, rubbing and tugging and taunting to the point where I’m damn close to exploding.

When he pulls his lips from mine, I’m immediately hit by the loss. Then he trails them down the side of my neck, biting and sucking the sensitive area right above my collarbone…how did he fucking know?...before navigating lower and lower as he gets on his knees.

A hiss of air slips through my lips. His tongue teases my slit, lips clamped around my throbbing cock. My eyes squeeze shut, hands lost in his hair as he takes me deep, stroking me with his tongue. He cradles my balls, taking me as far into hismouth as I can go. The tip of my cock hits the back of his throat, but that only urges him to suck me down harder and faster. A strangled moan rumbles deep in my chest, erupting as my core tightens and my heart thrashes.

Every cell bursts into flames as the orgasm tears through me. Jack grips my ass tight as I fill his greedy mouth with everything I have to give, his fingers slicing into me such a delicious fucking pain.

I can’t see anything but flashes of bright white light behind my eyelids. And everything wobbles and quivers like I’ve been reduced to a bowl of Jell-O. My chest heaves as I gulp down oxygen after what was, by far, the most powerful and intimate sexual experience of my goddamn life.

And the shock that it was with a man doesn’t even come close to the surge of yearning I feel for said man.

How the fuck can I even say I’ve lived when I’ve been without this? Without him?

Jack’s mouth works its way back toward mine. He cups my face in his hands, pressing his forehead against mine. His heart beats fast and hard, the erratic thrum vibrating in time with my own.

“I want…to fuck you…Jack,” I rasp. “I need to feel you. I need to feel myself inside of you.”

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