Page 65 of Puck Lust

With a low, rumbling roar, he clenches his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. Tremors shudder his body, hot ropes of cum shooting all over my chest at the same time that my dick explodes inside of him.

He collapses on top of me with a deep sigh, our skin slick and sticky with his cum. But neither of us is anxious to peel away from the other. I love to feel him plastered against me, to feel the race of his heart, the warmth of his embrace.

Goddammit.

I’m so fucked.

“Hey, I told Sam I’d show up at Play It Forward today.” Jacktakes one of my nipples between his tongue and teeth. “Wanna come with?”

So I can spend more time with you and get even more hooked than I already am?

Yes, I’m all about the self-torture and torment.

My lips curl upward. “Sure.”

We don’t rush getting out of bed.

Or the shower.

Or my condo.

It feels like hours before we actually walk into the building.

And my God, were those minutes the most carnal ones I’ve ever spent with another person.

I think my dick needs a sling and a good icing after the marathon erotic workout we basically started at sunrise.

But fuck me if I can’t keep stripping him naked in my mind as I watch him walk into the place.

My cell phone pings, and I pull it out of my pocket, smiling when I see my mom’s face.

“Hey,” I say after swiping to answer the call. “How are you?”

“Great, sweetie,” she says. “I’m so excited to see you this weekend. Grandma is going to be so surprised when you show up for her ninetieth birthday party.”

Shit, I completely forgot about the party.

Dad mentioned something when I saw him in Ohio, and I put it to the back of my mind since other things kinda crept into its place.

“I’m excited to see you guys, too,” I say. “But listen, I’ll call you later. I’m volunteering at this place in Oakland, helping underprivileged kids learn hockey.”

“Oh, that sounds amazing. Have fun and good luck, sweetie. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Mom,” I say before ending the call.

Jack looks back at me. “You’re going home this weekend?”

I shrug. “Yeah, it’s just overnight. We play on Friday and then not again until Monday, so it worked out.”

He gives me a stiff nod but doesn’t say anything else.

I follow him, staring at his back as he pulls forward like someone just lit a flame under him.

What the fuck did I say? It’s my grandma’s birthday. Why is it a problem that I’m going home?

But before I can even ask him what his problem is, he makes a beeline for the ice skating rink and the group of kids standing near the stands. Sam stands at the front desk with a girl. He looks up and waves to me.

I wave back, Jack still in my periphery.

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