Page 64 of Puck Lust

He’s so worth the risk.

Jack slowly raises his head, his sleep-tousled hair hanging over his heavy eyes.

I sweep my hand through it, pushing it away from his face, a sudden and sharp ache banging around deep in my chest.

He looks so defeated, it stuns me to the point of silence.

Streaks of purple smear the skin under his eyes, the normally mischievous green flickers of light that glow in his eyes now gone, his gaze dull and empty.

“Thanks for being such a good friend to me,” he says in a quiet, gravelly voice. “I really needed that last night.”

“It doesn’t have to be limited to last night,” I say, the reality of his words grasping my heart and twisting it hard. “I told you I’d be here for you, that you aren’t alone. I hope you remember that.”

He nods. “I do. And I will.” The tip of his finger traces over my chest, then he opens his hand and smooths his palm over my prickled skin.

I let out a hiss of air, my dick already hard from being pressed against him all night.

My brain screams at me to make him stop, that I don’t want to be the doormat encouraging him to enter when he needs an escape from his life.

And that sex can’t fix whatever is happening to him.

If anything, it can break me, especially if he only thinks of me as a fuck buddy ready and willing to help him work through his issues. I know how much that sucks, since it’s basically what I used Livvie for.

I can’t be his crutch.

But I also can’t bring myself to let go, even knowing that sex might be all the “relationship” he can handle.

He slowly lifts a leg and straddles me, lowering his body onto mine. My dick jumps when his jerks against it. We lie there, grinding together, our chests flush against each other for what feels like eons, our gazes battling for answers to questions that neither of us want to offer before he dips his head and envelops my lips.

His arms snake around my back, pulling me toward him. I run my fingertips down his sides, smiling through the kiss when he trembles and twists in response.

“I love that you’re ticklish,” I murmur against his mouth, my hand moving up to the back of his neck, fingers winding into his hair.

He lets out a groan. “Your hands are fucking magic.”

“What else?”

“Mmm. Your hard cock. Speaking of…” He reaches for me as he ruts against me. “I’d love to feel that magical dick inside of me right now.”

My heart should soar at that. I should be happy…ecstatic…that the man I’ve secretly pined for wants me.

But does he want me the same way I want him…totally and completely?

Would he even realize it if he did?

I reach past him and grab a tube of lube from the nightstand. I coat my fingers and work them inside of his ass, trying desperately to focus while he lubes up his own hand and strokes my cock.

How the fuck did I live without this for so long?

“Fuck me, Carter,” he whispers, attacking the side of my neck while I jut my hips and thrust into him with a loud groan.

His ass is perfect, the way he moves, the way he tenses up and releases me, the way our bodies meld together like they were created to be this connected. He rides me hard, taking me deep, his lips and teeth assaulting my neck and ear.

“You fuck me so good,” he moans. “Your cock is making me crazy.”

My pulse jumps into my throat. Jack’s ass bobs on my cock, the push and pull making me choke on each raspy breath coming out of my mouth. My hand wraps tight around his cock, teasing the slit as my brain short-circuits from the erotic charges zapping my insides.

“Yes, that’s the fucking spot.” He clamps down on me, his tight hole sucking me farther into his heat until the sparks of hunger in my groin morph into full-fledged flames that rage through every cell.

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