Page 53 of Two Guys One Puck
He puts his knee on the bed, dipping his head to brush his lips over the spot. “That hurt like a motherfucker.” His warm breath blows over my skin, and I shiver.
“It was meant to.”
He laughs, then finds my nipple. “You’re such a dick.”
“Act like yours weren’t meant to either.”
“I’d much rather give you marks like this.” He bites my pec.
I suck in a sharp breath. “I like them better this way, too.”
He looks up like I said something he wasn’t expecting. “You do?”
“Is that bad?”
“No, it’s hot. I want to cover you in them.”
My cock throbs. “As long as they aren’t visible in my uniform.”
“Are you just giving me blanket permission?”
I nod without hesitation.
He bites me again, harder this time.
Pre-cum leaks from my dick, and I’m painfully aware of how long it’s been since he’d gotten me off the last time. I’m way too desperate for this, and I hate the disadvantage it puts me at, but I don’t stop him. I watch while he paints me in bruises until I can’t take it anymore. I get a hand on his cock, pulling him closer with it.
He moves to the base of my neck, playing with fucking fire, but I don’t have the resolve to tell him to stop. Not while he works his hips, fucking his cock into my hand. I want more. Want him to touch me. Suck me off again. Anything. But I don’t know how to ask him. This is where experience puts me at a disadvantage, and there is nothing I hate more than being at a disadvantage.
So I flip the script, hooking my leg around him to roll us over. I land on top and shove his legs open wider to take him in my mouth.
“Fuuuuck.” He grabs my hair, pulling me off. “No, the fuck you don’t. I wasn’t done with you.”
I fight his hold. “Then flip around and suck my dick. You don’t get to play alone.”
He chuckles but rearranges with me so we are stretched out on our sides. He’s laid out like he couldn’t be more relaxed, head on his hand with one knee up.
“Asshole.” I rub my tongue inside my cheek.
“What?”
“You just look good at everything you do, don’t you?”
“It’s a good problem to have.” He leans forward, nipping at my hip.
I buck, torn between watching his mouth move over my skin and his massive dick standing straight up. I lick his tip, earning a moan.
“I need to be in your mouth.” He presses his forehead into my thigh, sucking the sensitive skin there and driving me fucking nuts.
“You first, lover boy.” I swirl my tongue around his head.
He doesn’t hesitate even for a second. Had I not known he was straight, I’d never believe it after being with him. He sucks cock like a fucking god—it should be illegal. I barely keep up, breathing hard around his dick. Pleasure inflames my senses. We’re both gone to it.
I come off his cock just in time to warn him. Barely. “I’m going to come.”
Bliss takes over, and he finishes me with his hand. I come all over his hand and chest, blinded with ecstasy. He’s grinning as I come down. Like he’s won.
“Yes, you made me come first,” I say before he can.
