Page 69 of Two Guys One Puck
Seaborn: My service was shit.
Ktytor: Sure you’re not out with your team celebrating?
I take a picture of myself walking down the street.
Seaborn: Walking back toward campus.
He doesn’t say anything else, only sends me an address.
It’s a ten-minute walk, and he’s waiting outside when I get there.
“No roommate?” I ask.
“Not one that’s nosy like yours, honey cake.” He doesn’t move, and neither do I.
“I wasn’t ignoring you.”
“I believe you,” he says curtly.
“Were you worried?” I want to touch him, but do I just reach out? This is all so weird and new.
He shrugs, not meeting my gaze. “A little.”
I just go for it, stepping closer, sliding a hand round the side of his neck and using my thumb to tilt his face up, heart racing.I can’t believe I’m doing this in public. It feels so risky. “I want you.”
He searches my face and swallows. “You better not disappoint if I’m giving you my ass.”
I drag my teeth over my lip, barely suppressing a groan. “I promise I’m going to make you come so hard, you forget your name.”
He lifts up on his toes, brushing our lips together, breathing his words into my mouth. “Show me.”
I flick my tongue into his mouth, tasting his need. “Here, or are we going inside?”
“I won’t stop you if you want to put on a show.” He grabs my wrist, but instead of pulling my hand off his throat, he presses it tighter.
My cock hardens. “Maybe next time. I want you all to myself the first time.”
“You think I’m going to let you fuck me again?” His tone is playful.
“You already owe me two, but I think you’ll be begging.”
“Wishful thinking.” He rolls his eyes but kisses me deeply before we go inside.
It’s a pretty bare college apartment without anything on the walls and with basic furniture. He takes his shoes off, and I follow suit when he picks them up and carries them to his room. I set mine with his and take in his tiny bedroom. It barely fits a full-size bed and a desk. He has a shelf above the bed with a few photos of what looks like his brother and mother. He doesn’t have many decorations, and I’m not surprised. I didn’t either before moving in with Wolfe and Archangel.
We both stand there looking at each other, neither of us making a move.
But it only takes a second before we collide. My hand is back on his throat, and his are stripping me. We grab at each otherfrantically. His hands run up my sides, and his fingers find my nipples. It’s not fast enough.
I get a grip on his hair and tip his head back, loving that I’m taller than he is. He slides a hand into my boxer briefs, pulling out my erection, and I groan into his mouth.
“Are you going to take your winnings?” he asks, palming my hard-on.
“Have you ever?” I ask breathless.
“What, been fucked by a man? No.” His dark, heady gaze finds mine, but he doesn’t stop stroking me. “Have you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
