Page 70 of Two Guys One Puck
“Really?” He seems surprised.
“I mean with a guy.” My cheeks heat.
Ktytor brushes a thumb over my cheek. “Is cute when you blush.”
“Fuck you.” Uncertainty fills my throat.
I’ve had a fucking dick in my mouth. Why am I freaking out about this? I’ve already crossed so many lines. It’s all gay, isn’t it? Not like I can come back from any of it. But it doesn’t matter because Ktytor kisses me again, tenderly this time, and I’m fucking gone. I need to be inside him. There isn’t even a decision.
What is one more line crossed?
“That’s the idea, yes,” Ktytor speaks again when I don’t move. “You’ve fucked lots of girls, right?”
I nod.
“You make it good for the women you fuck, yes?”
“Of course.”
“And you’ve done anal?”
I swallow hard, knowing how much color is probably in my face. “Yes.”
I don’t know why I don’t like admitting this. Some girls offer that first because it’s not losing their v-card. I don’t get it, but it’s not like I’m mad. Anal is hot.
“Can’t be that different. So fuck me like one of your puck girls, Ronan.” The way he purrs my name is so fucking good.
I want to groan but I laugh and roll my eyes at his movie reference. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“I’m hoping so.”
The tension eases, and we’re kissing again. I man handle him to the bed, and when we get there, I pick him up and toss him onto the mattress before ditching my shorts.
He groans as he lands on his ass, cock tenting his briefs. I plant a knee between his and drop over him to find his lips. He lifts his hips, grinding against me.
I sit back needing his skin on mine. “Take those off.”
“You take them off.”
I hook my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and slide them down his thighs, exposing him to me. “I forgot condoms.”
“I have some.”
“Really? Why?”
“Either way, one of us was losing, so I wanted to be prepared.”
My cock aches. “I need to be inside you.”
Ktytor smiles and holds out the condom. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“You sweet baby. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. I want to feel every inch of your beautiful cock.” His words take away any remaining hesitation I had.
“I’m going to remind you that you asked for this.” I pour lube over my fingers, stroking his cock while I work my other hand lower. I brush over his hole, earning a whimper.
“Christ, Seaborn.” His words are heady and his accent thicker when he’s turned on. I love it.
