Page 78 of Two Guys One Puck
He squeezes his cock, and I can feel it in mine. “Going to blow me before our next one?”
“If it makes you less cranky, is a great idea.”
He laughs coldly. “It might make me nicer, but it won’t help you win.”
I chide him with a noise. “Then we’ll have to keep our arrangement as it is.”
“I won’t complain. I’ve been thinking about being inside you for a week.”
I hiss. “If you win.”
“You liked it. Tell me you did.” He rolls his fist over his thick cock, and I can almost feel it.
“I did.” I’m leaking pre-cum like crazy.
“You do,” Seaborn prompts. “And next time I see you, I’m taking what I want. Win or lose.”
I inhale sharply, cock throbbing as I stroke. “We don’t play each other again for ages.”Why the fuck am I so needy with him? I don’t like being this dependent on anyone.
“We’ll both be in DC next week.” Ronan rocks his hips, grinding his dick into his palm.
I could watch him all day. “What?”
He explains travel partners to me, and hope blossoms in my chest. It’s not seeing him a lot, but it might be enough to scratch the itch, so I stop thinking about it so much.
“Look at how sexy you can be. I knew you had it in you, baby doll.”
He barks a laugh. “Keep stroking your cock. I want to see you come.”
“Yes, daddy,” I say with snark.
He doesn’t react to that nickname. Interesting.
“Let me see all of you,” Seaborn says after another minute.
“How?” I ask, not really sure what he’s expecting here.
“Prop up your phone with a pillow. I want to see all of you.”
“Fine.” I flip the camera around and set my phone so he has a great view. “But you have to, too.”
He’s already setting it up, leaning his phone against a lamp on his nightstand, but he doesn’t lie back down. “Much better.” He stays up on his knees, fully facing his phone while stroking himself.
“You like putting on a show, don’t you?”
Seaborn growls, upper lip pulling. I struck a cord. “I’m just giving you the view you’ll have next week when I own that mouth and then your ass.”
“Christ, Ronan. Who knew you were so filthy?”
“You bring it out in me.” His words bring me so close.
I’m barely holding off when I ask. “How do I do that?”
“Fuck, just the way you say my name.”
“How else?” I’m so close. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off, but I want it to last.
“Pushing my buttons. Your mouth. I can’t stop thinking about how fucking good it feels to be inside you.” His words pull my release from me.
